I don't own Supernatural or the characters, though I have met the actors. I wrote this story to help me get in the fandom door. Please review and comment your ideas! First story so I need feedback to improve my writing.
Sam and Dean were on the trail of a monster, they weren't sure what they were up against but as always they were prepared. There was a string of deaths and disappearances in Las Vegas; the victims had all been trying to con the casino.
~Yesterday~
Sam had read about the seemingly righteous deaths during his trip to the library searching for a job. He saw the multiple mysterious killings and was instantly intrigued, once he opened the link and digested the details of the case he knew it was for him and Dean.
~Current Day~
Once they checked in at a shady yet cheap motel for the duration of their stay, Sam dug out his laptop and began looking at the details of what they were up against. Dean suited up and checked the glove compartment of the Impala for the FBI badge, noting what famous rocker he was named after.
Dean shouted "See ya later, Sammy!"
Sam didn't even waste his energy correcting Dean, knowing he would be out the door before he could get the words out.
Sam spent what seemed like days finding out what he could, coming up with no more than what he found at the library, as it was an ongoing investigation. As he was shutting his laptop Dean came stumbling in, nearly tripping on the threshold; Sam shot up from the small table catching his older brother under the arms. Sam was used to this; Dean had probably gone to some bar asking about rumors, and to socialize.
"Love you Sammy…" Dean drunkenly mumbled.
"Love you too, Dean."
This was the usually exchange when Dean came staggering back plastered, after getting what he needed from local women. Sam tossed Dean into his queen bed and then fell into his own, snoring on contact.