It had been a long night: after a hunt that involved running from the ghosts of five murdered children in a giant warehouse for three hours both Sam and Dean were ready to crash. Well, at least Dean was.

Dean unlocked the motel door and threw the Impala keys onto the table to the left. Sam walked past him and draped his jacket over the back of a chair, then sat down and opened his laptop.

"Pf-hum-hom." Sam looked over at the bed closest to the door and saw Dean face down with his face buried in his pillow.

"Dean I can't tell what you're saying."

"Pf-hum-hom!" Dean insisted through his pillow, pulling the blankets up to his hair.

"Dean just tell me what it is." Sam said with a heavy sigh.

Dean turned his head to face Sam. "I want food."

Sam shrugged and went back to typing. Dean groaned and rolled over. "Since you don't even sleep the least you could do is get me some food..."

Sam stopped typing and looked at Dean. "Listen, Dean, I know you're pissed about the situation we're in, and I'm not happy about it either, but-"

"You're not anything about it." Dean grumbled.

"You know what I meant." Sam said, his tone still calm. "It's just..."

"It's just what, Sam?" Dean said, sitting up from under the sheets and staring at him. "It's just you want to keep working? Stop monsters? Even if you're not really my brother, the least you can do is try to act like you still have his manners."

Sam sighed and stared blankly at his computer screen for a few seconds before he went back to typing. Dean mumbled about something to do with soulless jackass and wanting a double bacon cheeseburger, then rolled over and aggressively tugged the covers back up to his neck.

A huge blast suddenly shook the motel and caused Dean's eyes to shoot open. Dean threw off the covers and swung his legs out of bed as Sam got up from typing and walked over to the window. "What in the hell..." Dean muttered as he ran outside. Sam quickly followed him as they looked around at the nearby buildings.

"What the hell?!" Dean repeated louder. "Okay, an explosion? That can happen sometimes. At 2 in the goddamn morning? That's a bit strange. But where the hell did it happen?!"

Sam lightly elbowed Dean to get his attention. "Look." He said, pointing at the skyline about a mile West of where they were standing. Dean squinted and was just barley able to make out what appeared to be smoke in the distance. "Oh come on." He grumbled, jogging back inside to grab the keys. "All I wanted was a good nights sleep."

Dean sped through the streets towards the smoke as the local radio blared from the speakers. "The explosion at the abandoned houses off the west end of town is being explained to have been a gas leak from a heater that was accidentally turned back on inside one of the buildings. The local authorities have blocked off the area and are declining to share any more information with us for the time being, but we-" Dean flicked off the radio as they pulled up about two houses down from the explosion. The house seemed to have mostly kept it's shape, although parts of the wall where missing and one corner of the house had collapsed.

Police lights lit up the sides of the house, giving Sam and Dean a chance to examine the scene before exiting the car and walking over. Sam adjusted his badge and Dean tucked his baton into it's proper pocket as they approached the officers at the scene.

"So," Dean said, looking at the rather short, brown-haired officer that stood in front of him. "What have we got here?"

The officer looked Dean up and down before answering. "Who the hell are you?" He said.

"We're officers from Winston, the next town over. Technically this is our land, so we were sent to investigate. What's going on?"

"Well, it seems like a minor gas leak explosion, but the building seems to have kept its structure and there weren't many fires, so the firefighters are just sticking around in case anything else starts up, but nobody is being allowed inside. The ground and building are very unstable: one of the firefighters who went in almost fell through the floor. Twice." He snickered. "After they came back out and said it was all clear we decided it was safest to keep everybody out of the house in case the structure decides to cave in."

Sam nodded then pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket. "I'm afraid not." He said, showing the officer the paper. His eyes skimmed over the text then up at Sam's face. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Afraid not." Sam replied, folding up the paper and sticking it back in his pocket. "We've been told to investigate the building." The officer shook his head.
"Whatever. Just make it quick."

Dean stepped through the doorway and flicked on his flashlight as Sam followed close behind. Sam stuck his head inside the garage and scanned the room. "One hell of an explosion. No soot anywhere and the heater's still in tact."

Dean slowly walked around a corner into a hallway that had one door at the end and a stairwell up to the left. Dean nodded at Sam and Sam came up behind him, gun and flashlight in hand ready for whatever was behind the door. "Three, two, one!"

"BANG!" The door flew in and Dean lifted his gun just in time to see the door across the room fly in as well, revealing two figures in the dust.

"FREEZE!" Dean yelled, just as the person from across the room yelled "FREEZE!" at the same time. Dean lowered his gun just a bit as the dust cleared so he could get a better look. "Okay, who the hell are you?!" Dean yelled at the two people standing across the room.
In an identical voice, the person replied. "I'm Dean Winchester, who the hell are you?!"