Just watching Supernatural to get some inspiration, back in Season 2 when one of their biggest problems was ONE demon. Poor boys, no idea of the pain to come! Man I love them Winchesters!
"Sammy! Hey, wake up!"
Sam shot his eyes open. The sun was barely starting to rise on the horizon. Sam groaned lightly trying to wash the tiredness away.
"Where are we?"
"It took me a while but I finally found us the only hotel in town. You're lucky I was driving, would've taken you hours to find it."
They both started to climb out of the Impala.
"Oh, by the way," Dean added, "I don't care how banged up I am, nobody else gets to drive my baby!"
Sam chuckled. He always secretly appreciated Dean's ability to bring humor to even the worst of circumstances.
Sam entered the room, followed by Dean. As always, Sam took the bed furthest from the door. That's how'd they'd always done, ever since they were kids. Dean remembered the reason he had for doing it, even though it was mostly habit now.
"Now, Dean, you know you gotta look out for your little brother." John instructed his seven year old son.
"I know, Dad." Dean replied. He had more responsibility than some adults, but an even bigger burden. Sam had an act for getting himself into trouble. Not on purpose of course, the kid just liked to ask questions.
"Good boy," John put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Now I gotta go take care of a job, alright son?"
Dean nodded.
"While I'm gone you make sure Sammy stays safe. You take the bed closest to the door, okay? If anything comes in, you need to be ready to take care of it, got it?"
Dean nodded again. John started to head out the door.
"And make sure the salt lines stay intact. I'll see you when I get back."
Dean shook his head as the memory faded and he was brought back into the real world with the sound of a clacking keyboard.
"Sam, what are you doing? I got us a room so you could sleep, man!"
Sam didn't even look up, he kept his eyes fixed on the screen.
"I slept on the way here, Dean I just need to figure who this guy is, before something bad happens."
"Yeah well, you're no good to him if you can't think straight! Just get some rest man, you'll feel better if-"
"Dean I'm fine, okay! I can sleep when I figure out what the hell is going on here, and I stop my vision from coming true!" Sam protested looking up long enough to throw Dean an irritated glance.
Dean sighed. He knew Sam was never very reasonable whenever something about the demon came up. Although Sam said he didn't see the yellow eyed demon, it was always involved with his visions somehow.
"Fine, but once you find something, you tell me! Don't go wandering off on your own, okay?"
Sam nodded absent mindedly. "Fine."
"Sam! I'm serious, you let me know when you got something alright?" Sam didn't respond. "Sam!"
"I said fine, okay? Now just, let me do this."
Dean looked at Sam, an unspoken warning on his face. He started to walk over to his bed. The drive had been pretty long, and he was ready for some rest. Just as he began to climb into his bed, the sound of sirens flew by the hotel.
"Damn it." Dean cursed in his head.
Sam looked up and met Dean's gaze. He and Dean shared the same thought in their minds.
"We were too late."
As much as Sam had wanted to go that night, Dean told him there was no way they could see anything. All the neighbors would be out trying to catch a glimpse of their recently deceased friend.
"What exactly do people find so intriguing about a dead body?" Dean thought to himself.
Though he did admit that to some extent he was interested in it too, but he had a reason. Regular people's nosiness always caused him trouble.
Much to Sam's dismay, Dean made him wait until morning. The cops should be cleared out by then, so they wouldn't have to come up with some fake excuse why they were there.
Sam wanted to bring the suits and fake badges, just in case someone was still sticking around. He ended up being right, when they ran into a cop still scanning the house.
"Can we help you boys?" The officer asked, eyeing Sam and Dean.
"Yes I'm Agent Harrison and this is my partner Agent McCartney." Dean fibbed as they both flashed their fake badges. "We're here to investigate the recent death of…" Dean stopped as he realized that they'd yet to learn the dude's name.
"Rory Williams?" the cop prompted.
"Yes, that's him." Dean replied.
The cop raised his eyebrow in doubt.
"That happened just a few hours ago, how the hell did you get here so fast?"
"We've just got really good resources." Dean said slightly cockily.
Sam noticed how Dean was starting to piss off the officer so he stepped in.
"Is there anyone we can talk to, family or friends?"
The officer nodded. "We've got his brother sitting in the living room. He was the one who found the body, and he's still pretty shaken up about it. The body was in pretty bad shape."
Sam looked down, knowing far too well what condition the body was in, he had seen it happen.
"His name's Arthur, but I'm not sure how much help he'll be to you."
"Thank you." Sam said as Dean started to walk toward the living room. They entered the room and saw bloodstains littered across the floor.
There was also man with light brown hair holding his head in his hands. When he looked up at them, Sam saw the same blue eyes. They were definitely brothers.
Before Dean could start to ask questions Arthur spoke up, his voice quivering.
"Do I really have to go through this again?"
Sam looked sympathetically at him.
"I know this must be hard on you, but we're trying to figure out what happen, and every detail helps."
Arthur nodded as his eyes fell to the floor, refusing to meet Sam or Dean's gaze.
"Well…" He began, "My brother was pretty upset when he called me. He tried to hide it, but I can always tell when he's troubled."
Sam almost rolled his eyes thinking about how often he thought that about Dean. Dean always tried to hide how much losing their dad hurt, but Sam could see right through it.
"So, I decided to come over and check up on him. When I got here, I went into the living room and that's when I saw the blood. Oh gosh, there was just so much blood!" His breathing started to pick up and short sobs escaped his mouth.
He quickly recollected himself. "I'm sorry… So after that, I called the cops and when they showed up, I refused to leave. I just, I can't."
"What have the police told you about what happened?" Dean asked.
Arthur sniffled and put his hand over his mouth.
"Uh, not much. They said their best guess is some kind of animal did this."
Sam and Dean looked at each other skeptically.
"If we had a nickel for every time one of our cases got mistaken for a wild animal attack, I wouldn't have to keep running credit card scams." Dean joked to himself.
"Any idea what he was so upset about?"
"He said something about his girlfriend. He was sort of drunk when called, so he wasn't making a lot of sense. I think that they had been fighting. He kept telling me that he made a mistake."
"Made a mistake as in cheating on her, or like, accidently ran over her with a car?" Sam questioned in his mind.
"What's her name?" Sam asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Rose." That didn't surprise Sam or Dean. "Why are you asking about her? Do you think she had something to do with this?"
"No, we just want to make sure that she's safe. Losing someone can cause great trauma." Sam had gotten pretty good at lying when he got in a tight spot.
"Do you know where we could find her?" Dean asked eager to end whatever was causing this.
"I'd only visited her once, but I'm pretty sure it was 825 Harbor Street."
Sam nodded at Dean and they both began to stand up.
"Thank you for your time. Let us know if you can think of anything else."
They turned around and headed back to the Impala.
"So I guess it's not a pissed of spirit." Dean said.
"Guess not. Think we should still talk to the girl?" Sam asked.
"Sam c'mon, of course we gotta talk to the girl." Dean said as they climbed into the car. "Get 'em fresh off the rebound." He raised his eyebrows suggestively and smiled.
Sam let out a small chuckle.
"Just drive."
What? No, I'm not using names from Doctor Who because I'm too lazy to think of anything else… totally not lying… I've never even heard of Doctor Who. (so lying). Anyways thanks to ya'll who are sticking to my story! I've now got a nice long weekend to work on it, so stick with me guys! I'm really excited for the turns this story's gonna take! What turns you ask? I guess you'll just have to read my later chapters to find out. *laughs manically and fades into the shadows.
