"Hey, get up." Sam shoved the lump that was his brother, Dean, under the covers of the motel room's bed. "We got work to do." The younger brother let a yawn escape from his own lips as he set a tray of coffee on the table.
"What time 's it?" Dean mumbled, not attempting to move from his position under the warm comforter.
"Uh, 7:30" Sam checked his watch. "I got some coffee for ya too." He tried to coax his brother out of his sleepy mood. To his relief, Dean swung his legs over the bed and ran a hand through his short hair.
"When'd you get up?" Dean looked at his brother questioningly.
"Not long ago."
"Long enough to get up, shower, shave and drive to buy coffee." Dean edited. Sam sighed.
"I'll sleep when I'm dead." He yawned again.
"Which'll be soon at the rate you're going." Sam quickly gave his brother an are-you-kidding-me look.
"Are you done?" He asked irritably as he stood and grabbed his laptop from his bed. He then opened it on the table next to the untouched coffee and waited for the screen to turn on. "Plus, I found us a case." Dean was pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt when he turned to raise an eyebrow at Sam.
"Did you also get a tattoo on your a*s, while I was asleep?" He asked. It was a playful tease, so his early-bird brother didn't feel the need to react to it at all.
"I'm thinking Boston. Three girls in the same area have mysteriously disappeared in the last week." Dean waltzed over to the table and grabbed a coffee, taking a quick swig.
"What makes you think that's our thing?" He asked curiously.
"Well, the disappearances were within six hours of each other, and each parent claims that they were in the room with their daughters, when they disappeared. The way they tell it, the power goes out, and the room goes black. Then, when the power's back on-"
"Their daughter has pulled a houdini." Dean finished.
"Exactly. You up for it?" Sam asked for confirmation.
"Let's hit the road." He nodded.