Kinda a boring chapter, but it's just setting everything up for the plot to come!

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The dark hooded figure crouched low behind the old elm tree, he was cloaked in the night as he whispered the words of a Latin chant. He slit his wrist and blood pooled on the ground and over the wolf charms that lay there; he grunted his final words and his eyes glowed red briefly as his spell was almost completed.

He stood quietly in the icy cold night, puffs of his breath being seen as he slowly took in the forest air, the waiting always killed him. Moments later a '69 Impala rolled by and crossed over the invisible barrier the man had set, the eyes of the wolf charms glowed pure white and then faded out as the final step in the spell was finished. Grinning he picked up the charms and rubbed his thumb over the smooth bone that they were constructed of, chuckling softly to himself he looked to the fading red taillights.

"Soon brothers, soon."

Dean rolled the Impala into the icy gravel drive way of the motel parking lot, it was a dark and dank place that didn't seem rather inviting. The keeper crept out from behind the old oak front door, apparently shocked that anyone was actually going to be staying at his motel. The car shuttered off as Sam and Dean stepped out, the ice cracking and crunching beneath their feet as they gathered most of the duffel bags from the trunk.

"Well now boys, what the heic are you doin' in Norton Montana?" the mans voice rasped from years of smoke and Dean swore he could smell the beer breath from ten feet away.

"Oh, ya know, just traveling the country and thought we'd stop and get that…" Dean paused and glanced around at the dingy little town that contained one muddy main street, an old fashioned grocery store and a few saloons.

"Uhh, small town feel." He flashed the man a quick smile and turned to Sam while raising one eyebrow in surprise at the town. Sam nodded in agreement as he glanced around the town as well and wondered how the hell they landed in half of these places. The short , balding man with a heavy beer gut held the door open for them as they shuffled into the tiny room that reeked of beer, smoke and mold.

"So, one room with a…uh, king size bed?" The man asked suspiciously as he reached behind the desk to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

"No, NO!" Sam and Dean jumped at the same time.

"Were brothers, two beds please?" Dean glared at Sam with a hint of anger, Sam only rolled his eyes at the man and looked around the small motel. The front room consisted of a couch and TV with a large desk that held all cash register and a few drawers that held the twelve keys to the rooms. The carpet looked like it had come straight out of the eighties, complete with stains and stench.

"You boys got names?" he lit his cigarette, took a drag and looked up to meet Sam and Deans eyes.

"Sam and Dean Winters from Ohio." Sam said with a quick lie, in cases like this they could use their real first names, but never their last and as far as where they were from, Ohio always sounded normal.

"And you are?" Dean questioned, he was suspicious of everyone, everywhere.

"Carl Norton, descendant of the founder of this town." He grinned with pride, chew juice trickling down his chin and yellowed teeth making Sam and Dean both cringe slightly.

"Oh, you most be proud…" Dean sighed and approached the desk, attempting a hint that all he wanted was a damn key for the room. The man nodded quickly and scurried behind the desk and rustling was heard as he searched for the keys to a room.

"Room six boys, if ya need anything just let me know." He handed them the keys smiling warmly, obviously excited he had company beside himself tonight.

"Thanks Carl, will do." Dean said nodding with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. They walked down the poorly lit hall until the reached room six, opening it and turning on the light they both swallowed hard at the sight of the room. The two beds looked like they hadn't been used in a few months, the stale scent of the room made both their faces contort in disgust and the dankness of the place was the worst they had ever seen.

"I say Florida, you say frozen hell with disgusting room, I really hate you sometimes." Dean steeped in and set down his stuff on the bed, causing a massive dust cloud to arise. He raised his head slowly to look at Sam, a death glare in his eyes and a clenched jaw set on his face.

"Yeah, cause it's all MY fault that this town totally sucks Dean! Just, suck it up and let's deal with the case so we can get out of here a.s.a.p…" Sam through his duffel bag down especially hard and more dust rose causing them both to sneeze. Sighing Sam sat down on his bed a flopped over, moments later the frame gave out and the bed collapsed to the floor.

"Nice job fat ass."

Sam clenched his jaw and stood up again, he glared at Dean and then headed for the door.

"Hey, where you goin'?" Dean said as he pulled out one of his prized guns and began to examine it.

"To the bar, I need something to drown you out later." Sam said attempting to keep his voice calm, even though the death grip he had on the door knob was about to break it off.

"Oh. Hang on a second, I'll come with you." Dean said as he stuck the gun in the back of his pants.

"Dean, why don't you just hang out here, or at least go different bar." Sam said with his voice raising in annoyance, causing Deans brow furrowed in anger and hurt.

"What the hells your problem?!"

"I'm just getting a little tired of being with you twenty four seven, a break is needed sometimes!" A snap was heard from where Sam was standing, he held up his hand and revealed that he had broken the door handle clean off. Deans jaw fell open slightly and he raised one eyebrow.

"Hulk much?"

"It just broke, must have been old I guess…"

"Yeah, well can ya please stop breakin' crap?! I really don't wanna pay extra for this piece of crap room.

"Sorry…" Sam sighed, he rubbed his forehead and then heard a rumbling sound from Dean. He looked up and shrugged in defeat.

"Wanna go get some dinner?"

"Yeah, I'm frickin' starving. However, you talk to me like that again and you'll wake up with no hair."

Sam held the door open for Dean as he passed by, and for some reason he didn't think dean was kidding about that hair thing…