CHAPTAH 1
SAM AND DEAN
"Find anything?" Dean asked, sipping his dark mocha.
"Nothing much," Sam answered, hitting a few keys on his laptop. "Closest thing is in the Carolinas, in Beaufort, NC. Some women were found shredded and attached to the ceiling."
"You think it was a demon, not a psycho with some Elmer's?"
"Maybe. Not sure yet, though. We'd have to go see."
"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" Dean asked, slapping some cash from the previous night's poker game on the table. "Let's go."
The brothers got into their 67 Chevy Impala and hit the gas. Sam was driving, while Dean took the time to sleep. A couple shifts later, they stopped in Charleston, SC.
"Why'd you stop?" asked Sam groggily. "I've got a couple more hours of sleep left."
"We're out of gas, and I thought here would be a good place to stop. Admire the architecture, the history..."
"The girls..." muttered Sam, running a hand through his hair.
"Them, too," agreed Dean. "So while you were snoozing, I booked us a hotel right near here. Tomorrow we can drive some more, but I think we're both pretty wiped. Who knows, maybe you'll find somebody..."
"Whatever, Dean," Sam replied. "Just get us there, and tomorrow we can leave."
