"How can this be happening Sam?" Dean asked, turning to look at his younger brother who was sitting at his laptop. "There is nothing going on, it's crazy. I mean, we opened the gates to Hell. I was expecting plague and the sky to be raining frogs, but I guess it was just too much to ask for the Apocalypse."

"I don't understand either Dean. Hundreds of demons got out when the gate opened, but there is nothing." Sam forehead was wrinkled in concentration as he continued to type, looking for anything that could possibly be connected with the supernatural or paranormal. "Wait." He said suddenly clicking on a link. "How about this? 'Local man jumps off bridge into foot deep water and survives.' This could be something. Demonic possession maybe?"

"Don't get your hopes up Sam. The dude found out his wife was doin' another guy and he tried to off himself, big whoop." He began drumming his fingers on the table in impatience. How the hell could this be happening? He only had a year of living left and there was suddenly a lull in the supernatural activity. "This sucks ass Sammy." Dean said exasperatedly, slamming his head down on the table with a groan.

"Hey Dean, I think I've got something good here." Sam tapped his groaning brother on the shoulder.

"What now Sam?" Dean tilted his head so that he could see Sam out of one eye. "Don't give me another lame ass story.

Sam looked at Dean, not sure if he should even tell him, he would probably just shoot this one down like all of the others, but something told him he should tell him anyways, so he did. "Well this lady was found dead in her home." Sam paused, waiting to see if Dean would say anything, but he just put his head back down. "It says here that her daughter found her in the garage with her stomach slashed."

Dean hit his head on the table a few times before responding. "So what? Some psycho came into her house and murdered her, stuff like this happens everyday."

"Oh, so 18 year old girls find their mothers in the garage with their stomachs slashed, suspended on the ceiling, everyday. This is just a normal occurrence?" One of Sam's eyebrows lifted in question and a smirk crossed his face as he saw Dean slowly lift his head off of the table.

Dean wasn't sure if he had heard Sam right so he asked slowly, "She was on the ceiling? Like mom and Jessica?"

"Exactly like mom and Jessica." Sam said, swallowing hard at the mention of Jessica.

"But that was the yellow-eyed demon's thing and I killed him, I shot him with the Colt." Dean said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Sam skimmed the article quickly and looked back at Dean, "I don't think it was the Demon, he always set the person and the room they were in on fire when he was done with them, and it doesn't say anything in here about the garage catching fire."

Suddenly Dean stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, "What are you waiting on Sam? Let's get going." He headed towards the door of the diner they were in and then turned to face Sam. "Where exactly are we going?" he asked, as if it were an afterthought.

"Somewhere down south, a little town in Georgia called Jesup." Sam said as he packed up his laptop.

A shiver ran down Dean's spine as he pulled out the keys to his 67' Chevy Impala. "Small towns always have been a little creepy." He said quietly.