"Dean….. Dean… DEAN!"
Dean Winchester's eyes suddenly sprung to life as if he'd been stung. "what? Wha…. Sam. Don't wake me unless it's an emergency" he muttered turning over grabbing for his blanket. It was warm and comforting.. a little too warm.
"You left the electric blanket on all night its on fire!"
Sam had never seen his brother jump out of bed so fast in his life. He bolted, stepping on the small flames that had been inches from licking his feet. Sam watched horrified as his brother gave up, ran to the bathroom and threw the remains of the hotel's blanket in the toilet. He emerged a little frazzled, his heart beating fast and a little disoriented from the sudden return to consciousness. He collapsed into a chair with a grin.
They stared at each other for a full minute before Sam gave up, exasperated and threw his hands up in the air.
"That's the second time that's happened Dean"
Silence.
"Whatever" Sam said. "But I'm not paying for it again"
Dean played idly with the ends of his sweat pants, which were slightly blackened. "That's ok, this is LA, I can make money off the streets here.." he said grinning.
"Look I think we should really check out that lead now" Sam cut him off
Dean's eyes widened. "Ok.. Ok.. Don't get you're panties in a twist. Where we going again?"
Sam sighed. "Sorry. The Valentine. It's a pub about 5 minute walk from here"
Dean nodded. "Uh huh. Ok then. So what you thinking haunted, spirits demons?"
Sam sat down on the chair next to him pulling his shoes on. "Well the reports would suggest some kind of spirit activity. There's been at least 7 related suicides for about a month now."
Dean frowned. "I don't get it. What do you mean?"
"All the suicides are related because all the people went to the Valentine that night. Off'd themselves hours after leaving the place. Some guy even jumped in-front of a car on his way out. The only thing they have in common, is the band that played on those nights. Fool's Irony"
"Sounds like our kinda gig" Dean said with a grin.