Control Freak

Sitting along an urban highway, a rundown motel stood in the darkness as its vacancy sign flickered against the blanket of rain pouring down. Among the few vehicles sitting in the dark parking lot, a 1967 four door Chevy Impala added the only possible class that the motel could inherit.

Ground level, room 15…

A dim light reflected across the room from a laptop resting upon a young man's lap. Shaggy dark brown hair hung in front of his dark eyes as he flipped through recent news reports. Twenty-five year old, Sam Winchester glanced away from his laptop to look at his older brother passed out upon the bed across the way. Lifting a smile across his face, Sam lifted a plastic spoon from the table between the beds and slid it into Dean's open mouth. Leaning back into his head board, Sam snickered as he smiled bigger.

"Dean…"

Springing up right in the bed, Dean started to mumble when the spoon blocked his hopes of swearing at Sam. Knocking the spoon out of his mouth, Dean glanced toward Sam. "Dude… payback's a bitch!" Dean grumbled. Pulling something off his tongue, Dean wrinkled his face in disgust as he wiped it on Sam's shirt. "So, what have you got?"

"Lots of the usual…" Sam breathed looking at the laptop, "wives murdering their husbands because they cheated; boyfriends raping girlfriends; pit-bull attacks; man was found drowned in the Mississippi …"

"That's all nice and peachy…" Dean interrupted smacking Sam's head, "what about one of our problems?"

"There's nothing man…" Sam growled, "everything seems quiet… nothing's happening."

"Sam… there is always something going on!" Dean stated turning the laptop, "you just need to know what to look for!"

"Sure…" Sam smiles pushing Dean away.

"Man you are such a control freak!" Dean growled stomping his foot as he walked across the room.

"Wow…" Sam cooed as he found a news article.

"Wow, good or bad?" Dean asked then paused, "that sounded bad. I mean, good, we have something to kill. Don't we have something to kill?"

"Hard to say…" Sam remarks as he started reading the news report. "Seems like there have been quite a few recent deaths involving men. In the past five months, twenty-three states have been ravaged by something brutal."

"All twenty-three states say it's the same thing?"

"No, but I'd say that it is the same thing doing it. The way it's all men and the way they are killed is right up our alley."

"Yes!" Dean smiled walking toward a dresser.

"Dean…"

Dean turns to Sam, "What?"

Bobbing his head, Sam shook his head, "A lot of men have died in the past few months… how can you be happy about that?"

"Oh come on Sam… you know that I wasn't happy about that. I was referring to the fact that I get to kill something!"

Shaking his head, Sam looked at the news article. He nods, typing. "The most recent hit was in Ohio… the body count was in the high twenties!"

"I say that son of a bitch needs to be put in its place…" Dean nods as he pulled out a shotgun, "let's give it a first class trip all the way back to Hell!"