Supersquishy...
"Oh, come on Sam! Evil spirits that transform into squishy puddles of goo? Give me a break!" Dean sat up from the flea ridden bed he was laying on in their motel room. "I know your dreams usually come true but this is getting ridiculous!" Sam stood up and started walking backwards and forwards, pacing from one side of the room to the other, mumbling to him self. After about 5 minutes of silence Sam stopped.
"Cocomumba!" Sam shouted. Dean rubbed his head with confusion.
"Cocomumba?"
"Yes, that's where my dream was. I remember seeing a woman dressed in a pink dress and she entered a building with big banners all around saying 'Cocomumba University Ball.' Sam grabbed his laptop and clothes and began packing it away.
"What the hell are you doing Sam?" Dean said curiously.
"We have to go now! We have to get to Cocomumba before it's too late."
Dean sighed. "Fine, but I'm driving!" They both hurried into the car and started to drive off. Dean turned the stereo up as loud as it could go and began singing to it. He thumped the steering wheel to the beat and sped up. Sam unzipped his bag and placed his laptop on his knees and began to type.
"It say's there have been 3 deaths in the past 3 weeks in Cocomumba. You still think my dreams are getting ridiculous?" Sam looked over at Dean who was by this stage head banging to the loud music.
"I just hope you're right." Dean replied.
"Why's that?" Sam replied nervously.
"Because I'll kick your ass if you're wrong!"
Sam smirked at Dean and typed some more.