"I think we've got a case," Sam said, turning the laptop round on the table so Dean could get a look at the article.
"A student of Sunnydale high was found dead in the woods last night. Mysterious wounds on his body cannot be identified by experts, making his killer unknown to whether it was a human or animal attack,"
Dean read aloud, "Sunnydale police department warn citizens from going to close to the woods in case this mysterious attacker decides to kill again.
Well Sammy, I think you're right. Whatever this thing is, we'd better go check it out."
Sam reached for the laptop, closed its lid and stood up from the diner booth, placing it in his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Doesn't the name Sunnydale, ring a bell for you?" he asked, sure he'd heard the name somewhere, but unable to place it exactly where.
"No, should it?" Replied Dean, shrugging on his worn leather jacket and standing up.
They both start towards the diner door, Dean reaching in his pocket for the keys to his beloved impala, "sounds like an unusually happy town if anything."
" I dunno, I just remember hearing it someplace. And I don't think it was in a good way either." Sam said pushing the door open, and stepping down onto the gravel.
"As soon as we get this 'thing' that seems to be terrorising this place, we leave."
"That's the plan Sammy boy." Dean said, as he unlocked the door to the impala, and slid in.
"We go gank us a mystery killer, and leave. Don't get so worked up."
Sam got into the impala, and shovedhis bag onto the back seat.
"I'm not-" He gave a frustrated sigh. "I'm not getting worked up, I'm just saying. It sounds familiar."
"Well. We'll just have to see when we get there."