Okay guys! Here's the next chapter. ^^ I just want to thank smalld1171 for her review as well as the inspiration to keep writing this story. (:


"Hey, sunshine, get up already would ya?"

Hazel eyes opened slowly as Sam Winchester slowly sat up, motel bed creaking softly as he did so. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced around at the dimly lit motel room, making out the slightly blurred form of Dean Winchester sitting at the small table in the corner of the room, a stack of newspapers placed next to him as he sipped on a small cup of coffee.

"What time is it?" Sam mumbled groggily.

"About ten in the morning. What made you so sleepy all of a sudden anyways Sammy? More nightmares?" Dean questioned curiously. But his brother only shook his head.

"No. I was up last night looking for our next job." Sam said as he threw the covers back and swung his legs over the side of the bed, feet touching the cool carpet.

"Did ya find anything?"

"Yah, I think so. There was an article from Clayton, Minnesota, something about people disappearing then being found a few days later." Sam said, moving over to take the waiting coffee from the table, taking a sip of the hot drink.

"So what's so important about these disappearances?"

"They're important because when they were found, they appeared to have bite marks all over their bodies. Some were almost torn in half. The police think that they are wolf attacks, but…"

"You think otherwise." Dean finished with a slight smirk at his brother. Sam nodded.

"Yes. Possible vamp infestation is the vibe I'm getting."

"Possibly. I think that it is worth checking out." Sam said with a shrug.

"Alright. Minnesota it is." Dean stated, immediately getting up and heading for the door. Sam stood as well, shuffling over to his bags with the coffee still in his hands. His movements were still slow, his chocolate hair hanging in his eyes slightly as he moved forward.

"And Sammy."

Sam turned to see his brother's head poking through the door, a certain humor in his eyes.

"Put some pants on."

And with that, he shut the door.


"Can't you play anything other than Led Zeppelin, just once?" Sam complained, his eyes closed as he rested his head on the seat of the Impala, the guitar solo screaming out the windows as the traveled down the highway.

"Don't know what's wrong with the classics…" Dean mumbled to himself as he reached for the box of cassette tapes on the floor beside him. As he looked through the box, he seemed to find a tape he liked, pulling it out before inserting the cassette into the slot. Instantly the screaming chords of Metallica came on.

"Better?" Dean asked with a side glance at his brother.

"Much." Sam said sarcastically.

"Then don't complain next time." Dean said, laughing softly.

Coming to an intersection, he glanced at the signs on the side of the road, checking to see how far they had to go until Clayton. '5 miles. Looks like my girl is better than ever.' Dean thought to himself with a small smile on his face. After a few more moments, he gently revved the engine of the Chevy car and speeding forward once more.

Soon there were signs that a town was near as little by little, spots of civilization began to appear between clumps of trees. The roads rolled softly, the soft tires of the car rolling over the pavement with the twists and turns, traveling up through the mountains as the roads climbed higher and higher into the clouds. There was silence among the two brother's apart from the music that played softly, for both were gazing at the many sights of the trees, glancing up at the tall trunks every now and then as peaks of the sun slowly broke through, the soft twitter of birds clearly audible.

"Welcome to Clayton, Minnesota. Population: 900." Dean said with fake enthusiasm as he looked out his window at the passing buildings, the occasional passerby on the sidewalk.

"Pull over here." Sam said, pointing to a spot on the side of the road near a sign that read Clayton Inn.

"Good eye Sammy." Dean said, giving his brother a quick pat on the shoulder as he pulled the car over.

The two brothers got out and moved over to the small door that leads inside the inn, opening it with a small clang. After 10 minutes and a quick explanation, Sam and Dean were pulling around back with a few other cars.

"Alright Sammy. Let's head up, get some rest, and then we can get this hunt started." Dean said as he pulled the strap of his duffle bag onto his shoulder, shutting the trunk of the Impala with a loud slam, turning to look at his little brother. With a slight nod, he turned away again and motioned for Sam to follow as he began up the stairs to their room.

Sam followed behind silently, his own strap over his shoulder as he glanced behind him at the small town that they had just recently come to.

'Looks like this is just going to be like any other job.'


So, how'd ya like the first official chapter? Good? Bad? Tell me everything that ya think of it! I tried my best to stay as close to the characters as possible. ^^ If there are things you think I could improve on, leave it in your comment! It makes the story better. (: No flames though. R+R please! I'll update soon. ^^

~ Selena