"Home sweet home," said Dean, smirking to himself as he swung the door open. The only light in the grungy motel room buzzed to live, flickering occasionally. He tossed his duffle against one of the two small beds in the tastefully decorated 80's themed room, and sauntered to the kitchen area. Sam followed suit, setting his backpack on his bed before removing his laptop and seating himself at on of the neon colored chairs surrounding the circular kitchen table. The beaten up laptop roared to life, veiling the taping of the keyboard and adding to the all to familiar ambience of their lives. The pop of Dean's bottle cap reverberated throughout the room as he flopped against the checkered couch. With a sigh of content he flipped through the channels on the bulky low-res TV, finally settled for some cheesy soap opera, and took a long swig of his lager.
Four beers and six Google pages later, Dean snored loudly, drooling heavily on the tacky upholstery. Sam looked fondly at his brother, smiling to himself before returning to his research. They rolled into this small Kentucky town a little past 9 PM, following a case. Since they couldn't very well work a case this late at night, they decided to resume work in the morning. They considered themselves lucky, having found a motel in a town consisting of only 988 people. Though it wasn't exactly The Mariot, they had certainly slept in worse arrangements. Sam, having slept through the entire seven hour drive from Detroit, (where the boys helped Garth gank an unusually aggressive Kappa) was restless, and more than happy to get a leg up on some much needed research.
Three days ago, in the small town of Crofton Kentucky, a man little old man died of natural causes. His name; Theodor Aeon. The obituary said little, as he had no living relatives, and only enough money to pay for a community service, though it could be assumed no one would attend. So why had this seemingly insignificant fellow catch the attention of the Winchesters?
The 84th page in John's journal was like any other, filled from top to bottom with notes, tips, recipes, and instructions to all things supernatural. Scribbles, business cards, and numbers littered every page, causing the book to bulge out, making the material chaotic, at times illegible, and neigh impossible to read unless you knew exactly what you were looking for. For this reason it was luck that Dean noticed the name scribbled in the lower left corner of the 84th page. The creased parchment concealed the first four letters, reading " or Aeon." Unknowing at the time, the brothers assumed the footnote was a continuation of one of their fathers reports, believing that the Aeon mentioned was the same "Aeon" as the Greek god of time. It was again luck that caused Sam to look down as he nervously thumbed the page, revealing the "or Aeon," to actually be "Theodor Aeon." When the journal revealed no other mention of the name, they dug. With the help of google, Sam uncovered the seemingly normal past existence of two men by the same name, and the current existence of a one Mr. Theodor Aeon. The Winchester boys were about to pack up and leave when they got a call from a very desperate Garth in Detroit. After a week of Kappa hunting, they resumed their investigation and headed for Kentucky. It was now, at 12AM, that Sam discovered that their only lead had perished only three days before. He clenched his teeth, releasing a sigh of contempt and dismay, and considered waking Dean to share the disheartening news. Instead he closed his laptop and fell against the hard mattress of his bed, deciding he would face with issue in the morning, with the help of Dean.