That morning was a different story Sam and dean had a lot to talk about given the strange article in the news paper that just so happens links with their current case. Their current case was working a spirit attack, but it looks like is on heat as given the current death rate that previous week and the one they were currently in now; over fourteen deaths.

It was early in the morning, say half past six when the sun began to rise the blinds in the hotel room swayed in the wind letting through the tiniest of light beams through the cobweb infested windows. Dean removed his hand from his side as it wondered around the bed looking for his oh so pleasant lover. No such luck, Castiel was always doing this they would sleep together and he would never be there in the morning.

"Cas…" he said as he began to open his eyes in the slight hope he maybe in the room somewhere watching him sleep as he always loved to do. But Castiel didn't respond obviously not in the room and to be truthful probably not in the same plane.

"Damn cas…" he pulled the exploring hand to his face as he rubbed his eyes until the grit was fully gone. He rolled to his side and reached for the clock on his bed side table. His vision became clear as his sight began to come together it was six in the morning no wonder he felt like crap. Bringing his hands back to his face he sighed. It was time he got out of bed, so he pulled the cover off and began to climb out of bed, he felt dizzy he must have got up too quick. Once the dizziness cleared he went and reunited with Sam.

"Dean it's early?" Sam said as he looked at his watch this wasn't his brother's usual awakening time, normally around nine if they didn't have to leave the motel that day. Sam flipped the page on his news paper when he saw it, the article which meant that they had a lead.

"Yeah I guess I just don't feel like sleeping… we have a lead yet?" dean questioned boy did he want to go back to sleep but without cas there it wasn't worth it, well he was up now and he might as well make the better out of it.

"I think so… there was another attack last night and cops have an eye whiteness." Sam skimmed through the article just to get an idea of what was going on knowing that later he would look though in greater depth.

"Yeah what does she say?" dean was not in the mood he needed a good coffee and some breakfast. He had just woken up and he was already going to be hoist out of the door.

"Well the cops don't believe a word she is saying they link it to shock but I don't know the cops aren't really open to the supernatural so I say we should go look." Sam reached for his coffee and took a big gulp dean stared in envy.

"Well I need a something to eat before I get dragged away to a crime scene." Sam nodded and stood up stretching his gigantasourious legs and it was followed with a yawn. "Well you'd better get dressed then if you want to eat." Sam was not at all fussed he actually wasn't hungry.

"Ok so we eat then what… check out the crime scene the body or go and visit the loony bin?" dean yawned, they do say yawns are contagious. He picked himself up and walked to the bedroom.

"I'd say the crime scene, just to get the scoop on what actually happened before we go and talk to her." Sam took his cup and put it in the sink as he too headed to his bedroom.

"FBI, PI or Cops?" dean said from beyond his door. Dean pulled out a pair of jeans and a fresh shirt then sat on the bed. he couldn't believe he was up so early.

"Whatever one I don't mind." Sam walked out of his bedroom and with a faster pace he made his way to the bathroom knowing dean would want to use it first. They were still a couple of kids sometimes.

"Ok." Dean exited his bedroom to walk to the bathroom when he heard the shower running, he knew Sam would do this but if Sam hadn't risen to the occasion then he would. "Sam.. you knew I wanted to use the bathroom." He banged on the door but Sam did not reply. "Well at least save me some hot water." Dean gave up so he marched inside of his bedroom and shut the door.

Sam waited until he heard the door of dean's bedroom shut before he called back. "I will." He knew how to get on his brothers nerves, in some ways they were the same in others not quite so much.

Dean excited his bedroom with an angry fist. "So you can hear me, now im in my room, bitch." Dean called back he was actually not angry but he felt the need to laugh.

A few moments later when dean had once again entered his bedroom sure and he was sure Sam wasn't going to say anything in return, dean was the winner. "Jerk!" Sam shouted through the bathroom door his outburst was followed by laughing on his part.

Dean did not respond he was annoyed, there was so much he could say back but after all it was early. It was too early that was the only way Sam would have beaten him.

Ten minutes later Sam walked into the small living room area with a towel round his waist he was also wearing a cocky grin that drew from one side of his face to the other. Dean ran to the bathroom and quickly stripped before thinking he started the water and stepped in. "OHHHHHHH." Dean yelled as the icy water ran down his body. He could hear Sam crack up through the door. He was not amused.

Authors note: hey guys I think the shower thing was funny. Sorry the chapters are so short but I will make them longer it's just the layout I have chosen it isn't easy for me I like writing in big blocks. But please review please…