Chapter One:
The Winchesters had just pulled up to the cheap motel after a long day of hunting. Sam had almost been bitten by a vampire and Dean had violently cut the bitch's head off. The Impala slowly grumbled to a halt. Dean pulled the keys out of the ignition and instantly his body slacked; he sighed deeply and his breath strongly smelled of the whiskey he had drunk at the bar.
"Hey Sammy how's your neck feeling" Dean asked Sam.
"Sore" Sam asked without emotion, "But she didn't drink any of my blood. Those vamps sure did move fast."
"You are right" Dean's face contorted into confusion for a moment, but then his face relaxed, "No matter. The case is closed and I am dead tired. Come on Sammy, let's get some sleep." Dean got out of the car and closed the door of the impala behind him. He opened the door to the motel and he and Sam walked in.
"When will we go to a motel that doesn't remind me of a whore house" Sam asked lifting his nose in disgust. Dean smelled as well; and he could smell the horrid scent of human fluids. Both of the Winchester's stomach's churned. "Well time for bed. We have to wake up early in order to find a new case."
Dean rolled his eyes a stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt and jumped in bed. Dean lay there for a moment, hoping for sleep to come. Instead he thought of Castiel, he worried constantly if he was okay. Castiel was no longer an angle; his wings burned off. All because of those damn angle trials, Dean thought to himself. He took a deep breath and turned his thoughts to a more cheerful thought. I wonder how Garth is doing. Dean suddenly remembered something he meant to tell Sam. "Oh shit."
"What?" Sam asked while he was typing on his laptop.
"You need to call Garth. He said he had a 'surprise.' I hope it's not another booklet of hug coupons. I hate hugs." Dean grumbled as he rolled over to look at his brother.
Sam picked up the phone and dialed Garth's phone number. He put it up to his earth and soon Garth picked up. "Hey Garth, its Sam" a pause, "We're alright. Killed some vampires" another pause. Sam sat in silence for a moment, "Okay. Okay, sounds cool. We will be there tomorrow morning. I'll tell Dean." Yet another pause, "Alright. Goodnight." Sam hung up.
"What was all that about" Dean asked.
"Garth has some things for us." Dean was about to ask Sam a question but Sam interrupted, "No they aren't hug coupons. Now go to bed."
Dean cursed some profanities and answered, "Night, Sammy" and then he rolled over and went to sleep.