"Sammy!" Dean yelled from the driver's seat of the Impala. "Don't forget the pie!"
Between jobs, Sam and Dean were stopped at a small bakery in Tampa, Florida. "You drove us here specifically for pie, Dean," Sam replied, turning around and entering the bakery.
Dean began to look around, waiting for Sam to come back with his pie. He turned to see an elderly man reading a newspaper. On the front cover, the headline said, "SUPPOSED GHOST SIGHTING BY LOCAL GIRL." Dean got out of the Impala, went over to the newspaper rack, and grabbed one.
"Dean?" Dean turned around to see Sam by the car, looking for him.
"Did you get the pie?" Dean asked, putting the newspaper in his coat and walking toward his little brother. "If you forgot it again I swear-" he stopped talking when Sam pulled out the pie.
"I knew I could count on you, Sammy," Dean praised, taking the pie.
Sam shook his head and chuckled as the brothers got into the Impala. "What's so funny, Sammy?" Dean questioned between bites of pie.
"Oh, nothing," Sam replied.
"Ok, then," Dean stared, starting the car and turning on ACDC.
Arriving at a small motel, the brothers walked in to get a room.
"We need a room," Dean told the lady behind the desk.
"One king?" the woman inquired, looking up from the computer.
"No," the brothers burst out in unison.
"Two queens," Sam fixed.
The woman gave the brother a questioning look as she handed them the keys. "Room 12. Down the hall to your right."
"Thank you," Sam nodded as he walked toward the room.
"What the hell is going on that everybody thinks we're a gay couple?" Dean fumed.
"I don't know, Dean," Sam replied, opening the door to their motel room.
Inside, the walls had flowery wallpaper and a stained, no-longer white shag rug. In the air hung a strong, cigarette smoke smell. Sam walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to test if they had good water pressure.
"At least the beds are washed and made," Dean noted, crinkling his nose in disgust at the smoky odor and flopping down on one of the beds.
"The water pressure is good and the bathroom is clean," Sam nodded.
After an hour or so, after getting food other than pie, the duo sat down on their beds.
"So, is there a job here?" Sam inquired.
"Yeah, check this out," Dean answered, pulling the newspaper out of his coat, "I did some research. Fifth sighting by a child in the past two months, all in the same park. The strange part is that no guys have seen it, only girls. All gave the same description and said that they blinked and he was gone. "
"He?" Sam inquired, looking up from the newspaper.
"Yeah. All the girls say they saw a man, well, a sixteen year old if that counts as a man. They told the cops that he watched them from a distance."
Sam stared at his brother in disbelief. "What? I did some research while you were in the can."
After reading the article, Sam ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Well, I guess we should go and see the girl who has seen it most recently."
Dean nodded in agreement and they set out in the Impala.