CHAPTAH 2: SAM & DEAN
Sam pulled open the blinds of the small hotel room. Dean squeezed his eyes shut.
"Goddammit!" he yelled.
"Another night of drinking and gambling?" Sam asked, pulling the shades up. He smirked as his brother rolled off of the bed in an attempt to escape the light.
"Hey, you don't have to go and make assumptions,' Dean said, his muffled voice floating up from under the bed. "I mean, that is what I did, but still."
"Uh- huh. Anyway, we need to leave. We've been her for two days already, and already three more women have been slaughtered."
"Geez, impatient much?" Dean yawned, emerging from the bed with a black sock tied around his eyes. "I need to take a shower, and then we can go."
"Okay," Sam replied, "and I'll check up and make sure nothing else is going on."
"Whatever," Dean said, stepping into their small bathroom and closing the door.
Sam opened up his laptop and hit a few keys. The screen lit up, and Sam opened up his Internet. He had just begun browsing the news when Dean emerged from the bathroom.
"That was quick," Sam muttered without looking up.
"No hot water."
"Clearly. You're skin is practically blue."
Dean held out an arm. "Like it? I call it 'Complexion du Smurf.'"
"A million-dollar idea for sure. Hey, come check this out," Sam said, waving his brother over to the screen. "Some kids went missing."
"So?" Dean asked, shrugging. "Kids go missing every day. People call it 'Kidnapping'."
"But get this. They were all found a day after their disappearances like this." Sam scooted away so Dean could see the computer. On it were pictures of children of varying ages and sexes. Each was cut down the middle and were lying in a pool of their own blood.
"Creepy," murmured Dean. He looked at Sam. "But that doesn't mean a demon did it."
"That's what I thought, too. But then I noticed."
"Noticed what?"
Sam gestured to the photo. Dean squinted at it, and then looked back at Sam. "They're missing their vital organs."
"They're missing all of their organs. Every single one of those kids has nothing inside of them. It's like they're a shell."
"So did you find something in Dad's journal?"
"Not yet. I just found it, remember? You cover that up-" Sam waved his hand up and down to indicate Dean's towel-covered body, "and I'll find something on this." Sam pulled out the old leather-bound notebook that held everything their father knew about supernatural beings, and began to flip through the ripped pages.
An hour later, Sam still hadn't found anything. "Dammit!" he yelled, running a hand through his hair. "How can we have nothing? There's not even a trace of a creature that only eats organs?"
"No way," Dean commented. "Let me see." He flipped to a random page and scanned it. "Hey, what about this?" he asked, pointing to a humanoid spirit with mandibles.
"No," replied Sam. "It eats bones, too."
"This? It says it only eats organs," Dean suggested, holding up a page with a blue demon with needle-like arms protruding from it.
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Except only from the elderly. Sam, just give it up. You won't find it, because it's NOT THERE."
"Well, if it's not in the book, there's only one way we're going to find out what's killing the kids."
"And what's that?" inquired Sam.
Dean flicked Sam on the forehead. "We have to interview the parents."