Dean Winchester opened the thin white metal door to his 2 star motel room that he was sharing with his younger brother Sam. It's not the classiest place to stay in the town, but when you live off of credit card scams and pool hustling you make due Dean thought as he noticed the tacky flowered wallpaper that had faded to a yellowish tinge. He closed the door behind him and locked it. When your job is hunting things that go bump in the night, it just becomes second nature to be cautious.

Sam's lengthy body was arched over his seat leaning on the table. His face was buried in his computer screen when Dean walked in. In one hand Dean had a cup of coffee, the other one handled a brown paper bag of fast food which is carelessly tossed onto the table across from Sam.

"I hope you like Bear Claws, cause apparently everyone in this town is a morning person. Damn Vultures! I barely had time to get these. What town doesn't have a McDonalds!" Dean protested as he leaned against the wall adjacent to Sam.

Sam looked up from the screen to the bag on the table. The bottom of the bag was already soggy from the saturated fat of the donuts.

"Ah, maybe later" he said with a hint of disgust in his voice as he acknowledged the grease on the bag.

Dean took a sip of his coffee, pushed off against the wall and sat down at the other open seat at the table.

"So what do you got?" he said as he placed his coffee onto the worn out wooden table.

Sam clicked his mouse a few times, and then looked up at Dean with his reply.

"Well, there are 3 missing person cases and 1 severely mangled body in Florida"

"So what then, Someone didn't want to share their picnic basket with Yogi Bear? Doesn't sound like our kind of job" Dean said as he sat at the table.

"Maybe" Sam Agreed "But the recovered body was found in a tree, 50 feet in the air and without her skin"

Dean's interest slightly peaked and he responded with sarcasm ripe in his voice.

"Some people wake up with Folgers, we wake up to scouting for people who have been peeled like oranges. So you're thinking maybe predator had his Wheaties?"

Sam exhales with contentment

"I doubt we're dealing with an extra terrestrial, Dean"

Dean stood up and pointed to Sam

"See that? That right there. That is exactly why you don't get laid. You can't just say alien like everyone else?" Dean questioned him as he walked over to his bed. He grabbed his bag from the side and plopped it on top of the lumpy surface.

Sam ignored Dean's jab at him

"I think this might be worth looking into, we've gone on less" Sam said as he closed his lap top.

"Where is this place at?" Dean asked Sam as he threw some equipment into his bag along with the knife he always slept with by his side.

Sam stood up from his chair and delicately packed his computer back into his shoulder bag.

"Liberty County, Florida" he answered back

Dean yawned tossed his packed bag on the table next to Sam's bag and sat back down. He leaned back and kicked his feet up on the table.

"That's only three states away, should be there by mid-afternoon, we could stay a bit longer here if you want. That English teacher seemed all kinds of turned on after you polished off that Rakshasa."

Sam smiled at the thought of Dean always trying to pimp him out to girls.

"No thanks Dean, I think we've over stayed our welcome here, won't be long till Hendrickson is on our trail"

Sam picked up the rest of his belongings unlocked the door and walked out to the 1967 Chevy Impala that their father had given Dean.

Dean followed close behind opened his truck to put their bags in and the two of them went on their way.