Sam and Dean were staying at a local hotel in some random city, Wisconsin. The night air was cold and windy pushing in a snow storm from the west. They hurried with their bags filled with clothes and weapons that needed to be cleaned for the upcoming hunt. They had no leads yet onto what it could be, but they had a few ideas. The creature, whatever it was, was attacking married men only. No eternal body parts were missing when they were taken to the coroner's office. However, they seemed to up and disappear right after they were examined. Sam and Dean couldn't think of anything that would kill someone, let them be taken, then take them back after all their organs were removed.
A car pulled up next to theirs. It wasn't that new of a car, but it still wasn't the oldest. An early nineties model if Sam and Dean had to guess. It was a simple nonchalant blue Trail Blazer. Dean had already noticed that a woman and a dog were sitting inside. She had long dark hair and fine features, but that was all he could tell in this dim light. She turned off the car and opened her door leaning back as far as she could in her seat to let the dog out first.
The dog was medium sized and a Blue Heeler mixed with another dog, possibly a Lab. His markings made him a beautiful dog. It seemed that someone had sprinkled black pepper all over his bluish gray skin with patches of black in random parts of his body. The woman stepped out of the car as well. Dean tried to get a good look at her face, but couldn't because she looked down at the dog who was looking up at her, tongue laying out of the side of his mouth wagging his tail.
"You go use the bathroom and I'll get the room. Be back by the time I'm done. You're not getting out of work that easily," she said. The dog bolted off across the street into some bushes. "I'm not kidding this time! It's cold!" she yelled. Sam and Dean had collected all of their bags and went to go unlock their door. Dean searched his pockets again and again before looking to his brother.
"Do you have the key?" he asked. Sam shook his head no after checking his pockets. Dean dropped the bags in front of the door and walked into the main office to get another key which was probably going to cost him an arm and a leg. Sam hear rustling in the bushes across the street, but didn't think nothing of it because he knew it was that woman's dog. He heard panting and looked down. The dog was staring at him with the same look he was giving the woman. He scoffed and knelt beside the dog, letting it smell his hand before scratching him behind the ear.
"You're his new best friend," he heard the woman say behind him. Sam turned around. Her face was still shaded by the lack of light, but her curves were more than visible by the light shining behind her.
"What's his name?" Sam asked looking back at the dog who leaned up against his side.
"Boomer." Sam grinned down at the dog. "He's vicious so watch out." The woman walked to the back of her car and popped the trunk lifting it up, the hydraulics suspending it in midair. Boomer ran to the back of the car when he heard her undo the latch and sat down next to her. She grabbed a duffle bag and handed it down to Boomer who put it in his teeth and carried it to the door in front of the car. Sam crossed his arms smiling at the dog, very impressed with his actions. The woman went and unlocked the door and Boomer carried the bag inside and sat it down in front of the bed.
"That's awesome," Sam said poking his head into the room. Boomer sniffed around the room for a few moments before jumping up on the bed and laid down. The woman shook her head and closed the door still standing outside.
"Where's the nearest restaurant?" she asked Sam. He shrugged.
"We just got in ourselves." She shrugged too and walked to her car, opening the door.
"By the way, I'm Claire," she said getting in.
"I'm Sam." She smiled closing the door. Before he knew it, she was gone and Dean had reappeared with another key.
"Might as well of bought a new room for this damned thing," he said unlocking the door. Sam helped him carry the bags in before they left to find a restaurant themselves.