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It was raining. Again. With each drop Sam felt himself growing more and more crazy as he stared longingly out the window, his laptop open but the screen saver on. They'd only been in Washington for a couple of days, but honestly, the rain was terrible."I don't remember the last time I wasn't wet," Sam grumbled as he turned to his brother, "And don't make that dirty, it's too easy."
That's because you haven't gotten laid in a long time... only in your dreams Sammy boy. Dean thought to himself with a sly smirk and tried to hold in a laugh unsuccessfully. "No comment…" He said as he bit his lower lip. Dean sat on the bed reassembling his guns which seemed to be a hobby as of lately and a cure for his boredom. "Its Washington. What do you expect. There'll be rain a lot of the time here. Damn boring state deserves the rain." Dean sighed and looked at Sam. "Anything new?"
Sam turned back to his computer, stifling a yawn. "Umm, maybe," Sam replied before clicking on the link to the newspaper he was searching on, "It's not exactly a solid lead, though…"Bringing the laptop over to the bed where Dean was sitting, Sam sat down and his weight on the bed sent all of the gun parts spread out on the bed to the floor. Sam looked down and shrugged. "Oh, was that me? Sorry," he said with a small, mischievous grin. Sometimes being a pain in the ass was kind of fun, "Okay so, this newspaper I've been reading from here says that these locals lately have been going crazy. And not just like, 'hey look that tree is talking to me' crazy, but I mean to the point of animalistic maulings. It was happening more and more, every day I searched and the paper had at least two more killings until the articles just stopped all together. Nothing going in or out of this town... almost as if it's been deserted."
I just assembled most of those you "bitch," he said to Sam as he moved to the bed and knocked down some of the gun pieces. "Ah.. Sounds like Croatoan all over again, huh? Dammit, I so missed that place," he said sarcastically. "I take it that we gotta head back out... in that." He sighed. "Damn I hate rain."
Sam made a face towards the window and looked back towards Dean. "Guess so…" he sighed as he started packing up his duffle bag along with Dean's. Sometimes Sam felt more like a house maid than a brother. "We've got a little bit of driving to do today, who knows, maybe we'll actually get out of the rain," Sam said, tossing Dean his bag as he shrugged his coat on over his shoulders, "It's the next state over in Resser, Oregon."
"Well then. Guess we should head out." He looked to Sam who was packing his bag as well and brushed off his leg. "We as in you mean me. I do the driving." He smirked. Dean caught his bag and set it on the bed so he could put his coat on. "Resser, Oregon... gotcha. I do hope we get out of this damn rain. Gets my mood down."
Sam smirked a little bit as he made his way out the motel room door. "You know what's real funny about packing up the bags? You find the most interesting things," Sam said as he held up the keys to the Impala, dangling them a little before stepping outside into the rain and laughing.He saw the frustrated look on Dean's face and a grin lit up his own. This was what boredom did to the younger sibling.
"Sam, hand me my keys". He said with an irritated tone in his voice. Dean went to reach for the keys only to find Sam move them away from him. "Very funny Sam. Now hand me the keys." Dean went to reach again and Sam moved his hand away. Dean sighed and eagle-clawed Sam in the side to get his keys back. "Now. We can go." He took his bag and head toward the impala and muttered "bitch" as he 'accidentally' bumped into Sam.
Sam just smirked and retorted with Jerk, as Dean finally got the keys and Dean's irritation got the best of him as he bumped into Sam. Sam decided to ignore it just this once and got into the passenger's side of the Impala, that amused smirk still in place. Sam usually wasn't this energetic or annoying, but they had been cooped up in that small motel room for two days now and Sam had felt like he was going to die of boredom pretty soon if he didn't find something to do.Now they had something to do and the familiar rumble of the Impala speeding down the highway was taking them there.
"You are pretty childish, you know that right?" Dean asked Sam as they headed down the road. "You and boredom don't work well either. Need to find something more productive Sammy. Meet a girl at a bar or something." He smirked, That could end all of your troubles."
Sam just shrugged in his seat. "Meet a girl in a bar? No Dean, that would end all your troubles. I don't go for sleazy." Sam dug out the map and traced out a path for them to follow."It shouldn't take too long for us to get there," Sam said, effectively changing the subject. He spent the next couple of hours giving Dean directions and then falling asleep, his head resting against the window. Before long, they'd arrived in Oregon.