The mixture of clatter inside the greasy spoon was perfect cover for a private conversation, not that Dean really noticed. He was itching for another hunt. Something about the thrill of sending another monster to a bloody end kept his mind from lingering on the past- pains, fights, deals, and death.

"So, outside of New York there have been a series of strange deaths. All in out of the way hotels and all occurring in the dead of night."

"Sounds good Sam. Let's go."

"Dean, I haven't even told you the good part yet and you are itching to go."

"Times a wastin'!" As soon as the words spilled Dean realized they were ill chosen. Sam's faced turned into a grimace. Quickly, Dean reassured Sam. "I mean, there is no sense in sticking around here. We finished that courthouse hunt, so I will be glad to get out of here. New York is not too far from here. Sounds perfect."

"At least let me finish before you grab the stakes and silver bullets."

"Fine."

"All the victims are male; vary in age, different races, different occupations, from different areas."

"So, the only common theme is that they are male and in New York."

"That and that their hearts were crushed from the inside without any external entry wounds."

"Nice!" Dean's sarcasm dripped over his words. "That had to hurt." His tone returned to the task at hand. "I don't know of any legends, creatures, or demons that follow that MO."

"Nope, but there have been seven deaths in four different hotels in the last week. The hotels are not one star by any means. It's like the killer or whatever moves on to the next hotel in line. "

"Damn, that does fit anything either. Poltergeist and spirits are usually connected to things related to their death and stick to the same area. Never heard of a moving one. So this thing is seeking out shitholes and killing some poor bastard. Hmmm… Maybe some ancient demon...or some obscure creature making itself known... like Eugene Toombs."

"Eugene Toombs?"

"Don't you ever watch TV, Sam?!? It's an X-file classic. Every few years, this guy come up and has to feed- I think it was on livers..."

"Yeah, Dean, I saw that..." Sam was dumfounded at Dean's random knowledge.

"So he has this ability to like bend and crawl through these tight ass places. It was freakin' creepy! And..."

"Dean?!"

"What?!" Dean gave his classical overplayed agitated response.

"You can't name a single Supreme Court Justice, but you can remember a random character's name from a TV show."

"Dude, that show was awesome. Did you see the fluke worm man?" Sam gave Dean a bemused disapproving look. Dean scoffed. "Man, you have to get some culture, Sam. Watch some TV or something."

"Jerry Springer is not culture!"

"So are we going on not?" Changing the subject, Dean shoved the last bit of pie in his mouth.

"We just finished the last job four hours ago. I think we need to rest a bit."

"Nah, nothing to stick around here for. Let's hit the ro..." As Dean was preparing to order Sam to get keister up and ready to go, a petite raven haired waitress brought them the check. "Can, I get you anything else?"

"Yes, Erica." Dean read her name badge. "I'd like something to go." He smiled.

"Okay, what will it be?"

Dean smiled wider and arched his eyebrow. He flashed his best bedroom eyes stare. She caught on, but so did Sam. He flopped more than enough funds to cover the bill as he kicked Dean under the table. She collected the money and nodded a thank you to Sam. "I'll just bring you the change."

As soon as the waitress sauntered away, Sam kicked his brother's leg again "We'll captain obvious, can you any more of a creep?"

"Dude, she was smokin'. Did you see that perfect alabaster skin and raven hair! Whew. Bet she is a firecracker in.."

"DEAN! You need help. One day your lecherous ways are going to get you in trouble."

"But it would be worth it! Whew." Sam looked disapproving again. "Dude, are you sure we are related."

"I was just going to ask you the same thing."

The waitress returned with the change and Sam held his hand out, but the young lady slid it over to Dean. She smiled and returned to her other customers. Triumphantly, Dean held up a dollar bill with a name and number: Erica: 555-7087. "What were you saying? Ahem!"

"Thought you said you wanted to go!?"

"Thought you said you wanted to relax after the last job?"

"So NOW you have a reason to stick around."

"You relax your way and I'll relax mine." Dean chuckled as he strutted proudly from the table, stopping only to give Erica a wink.

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That night at the Rode Hard Inn…..

The rundown shack of a hotel saw little traffic that didn't consist of vagrants or the occasional quickie couple. As it happened it was exactly what a couple had in mind tonight.

"Stacy, come on."

"Bob, if you aren't home soon you're wife is going to get suspicious."

"Don't worry, I told her I had a 'special' project I needed to work on. Plus, the kids have some stupid school thing. She won't miss me at all." He grabbed Stacy's waist and pulled her into the room. Both giggled insanely.

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Later that night….

Stacy turned on the shower and stepped inside. She had left Bob sleeping after their romp. She cracked her back and stood under the steaming water. As the water dripped she heard knocking on the outside doors.

"Bob, get that. I'll be out in a moment."

"Where are you, Chris?" She heard.

"Nevermind. Someone must be off looking for THEIR husband. I'll come join you in a minute." She laughed.

KNOCK KNOCK "Not in Here!" A voice said. Then, the pounding came again. KNOCK KNOCK "Not in Here!" KNOCK KNOCK "Found You!" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "Let me in, Chris. Please."

"Stupid Bitch! Hey take your business elsewhere." Stacy yelled. A loud scream came from the outside the hallway. "Jesus, can you just SHUT THE HELL up!"

The scream continued as footsteps stomped back down the hall. The sound died off and Stacy turned off the water and grabbed her towel. As she wrapped her frame with the best towel the sleazy hotel had to offer, the scream began again with Bob joining in. "I know honey she just won't shut up. "

She heard a crunch followed by quiet. She opened the door and stood against the door tantalizingly. "So, does your wife do this for you?" She was about to drop the towel in a guttery tease when she notice blood drip from the corner of Bob's mouth. She stared in horror at his gaping frozen dead eyes. Now, her screamed filled the shabby hotel.