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Dean could hear Sam's alarm buzzing. He was laying in bed, listening to some records. He hadn't really slept very good and had almost fallen asleep to the sounds of Robert Plant singing when he heard that damn alarm. Dean rubbed at his eyes. He knew Sam would be up and going for a jog soon. Dean never understood why you would run if you didn't have to, but whatever.
He heard Sam's door open and close as he got up for the day. He would just love it if the kid would sleep in for once in his life. Dean wrapped himself up more in his blankets and tried to get back to sleep, successfully doing so for at least a few minutes. But finally, the need to get up got the best of him. He wrapped his robe around him and shuffled to the kitchen.
"Hey." Sam said, eating some toast.
"Thought you'd be out on a jog " Dean said. Sam shook his head.
"It's raining. I'll hit the gym later if I feel like it." Sam was typing away at his laptop. Dean looked at the coffee pot. It was cold and the coffee inside looked like it had seen better days.
"You make fresh coffee?" Dean asked.
"No. Didn't want any this morning," Sam told him, reading something. Dean rolled his eyes and rinsed the pot out before finding the coffee. He was going to break down and find himself one of those pod makers sometime. That way, he could have whatever flavor he wanted and didn't have to decide with Sam on if they wanted a lighter, breakfast blend or a dark, almost charcoal roast.
"So, a rainy Kansas day. Lovely." Dean said, leaning against the counter as he waited for his coffee to brew. Sam just nodded, obviously deep into his story. "Does that mean we're staying in to watch Netflix and braid your hair?"
"Ha ha. Very funny." Sam said. "Actually, I think I've got us a case."
"A case?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. "Okay, sell it to me."
"So get this," Sam began. "A news station in Indianapolis, Indiana has had several deaths over the past few months. The most recent one was a guy was hanging by some film reels he was working on."
"Maybe he was just depressed. That stuff happens." Dean said. Sam shook his head.
"Before that, a sports reporter found at the bottom of the staircase. The surveillance for the stairwell looks like he was picked up and thrown down the middle of it." Sam explained. "I'm looking into the history of the building now, but so far, nothing."
"They could just be unlucky, but it would make sense to go check for a hex bag or something." Dean said. Sam looked up at him. He was expecting more of a fight, but they both just needed a hunt that didn't involve some sort of Apocalypse. "And, I knew a girl from Indianapolis." Dean winked at Sam.
"Oh come on." Sam sighed.
"What? I've got needs man." Dean laughed. "Let me get some coffee in me first, okay?"
"Yeah, of course." Sam closed his laptop. "I'm gonna get my gear together. Let me know when you're ready to leave." He headed to his room and shut the door, looking at the state of it. There were clothes on the floor, his bed was unmade. Normally, he was more up on the housekeeping of his space, but here in the past month, he just couldn't find it in himself to care. He started looking through his clean clothes to get stuff for the trip.
After he got packed up, he opened his laptop up again to create their cover story. Things had been a lot on him since Garth tried to stay on the down low recently, and since Bobby had died. He shot Garth a text, telling him that he was using him as his "in case of questions" person as he typed up the documents. Interns from the local Kansas affiliate. Sam just hoped that the story went over right. Dean came out of his room then; cleaned up, dressed, packed, and ready to go.
"Hey, what's taking so long?" Dean asked, earning a glare from Sam. "What?"
"Nothing," Sam said. "We're interns from a small news station here in Kansas."
"Aren't we a little old to be interns?" Dean asked.
"Robert De Niro could be an intern for Anne Hathaway. I think we've got this." Sam said. Sam looked up at Dean's confused face. "Oh come on, we watched that movie together."
"Yeah, I think I slept through it," Dean said with a shrug. "Okay, so we're interns and we've been transferred to Indianapolis."
"Yes," Sam said. "It's pretty much an eleven hour straight shot from here to there, so we've got all that time to learn about the media stuff." Dean groaned. "We just have to know the basics. We're interns after all. And hey, you were that personal assistant or whatever that one time when we were on the set of Hellhazers 2."
"That was how many lifetimes ago?" Dean asked. "Okay, well, let's get this show on the road." Sam shut his laptop and packed it in the travel bag. Dean was already on his way to the garage before Sam even had a chance to grab his bags. With a bit of a sigh, Sam made his way towards the Impala. At least Dean was in a good mood instead of worrying about Mary and Jack. Sam settled into the passenger seat.
"Okay, want me to start telling you about what our jobs will intel?" Sam asked.
"No, no. Not yet." Dean said. "I gotta have my tunes man. You should know this by now." Sam rolled his eyes as Aerosmith started playing once Dean started the engine. Sam situated himself to be comfy to research while Dean drove.