Chapter 2

Sam and Dean had talked to the locals and decided to stay at the Story Inn, in the nearby town of Story. It was one of the town's major attractions. It was small, rustic, and haunted. Or so the story goes. When they pulled up to the inn, Sam noticed the orange Camaro down the road, but doesn't say anything. They end up having to get 2 separate rooms so they didn't have to share one bed. But neither of them would be in the one the legend revolved around. Not that Dean cared, they had already ruled out ghosts. This "Blue Lady Ghost" was probably just made to draw in the tourists and the money. The rooms were nice. They had big comfortable beds sitting in the middle, surrounded by antique handmade desks, dressers, and chests. It was set up like someone's personal room. They sure did everything authentic here. Authentic straight down to the creaking bed. It made an awful noise when you laid down… or moved… Sam sighed. It was going to be a really long night.

"You find anything yet?" Dean asked impatiently. Sam ignored the question. They'd been searching for hours. There was no solid connection between the men. Without a connection, there was no place to look for clues. It was honestly started to look like a dead end. Maybe the men actually took off… But Bobby seemed so sure. They just had to keep digging. "Well I'm gonna go get something to eat. Want anything?" Sam shook his head vehemently, eyes never leaving the screen

Dean drove back to Nashville. After filling his stomach at the Holy Cow Restaurant, Dean decided to take a walk around town, maybe he could find something. There were a bunch of shops all closely packed together, probably to encourage walking. It was a beautiful place. But they weren't here for vacation… but that didn't mean Dean couldn't have some fun…

Dean swore he kept seeing Tess, but every time he ran to find her, she was gone. He even saw the Camaro a few times. It started to get late, and the shops were closing. He walked back to the Impala and headed back to Story.

"What took you so long? Thought you were just getting something to eat. Or were you preying on the town's women?" Sam inquired as Dean walked through the door. Dean tossed an unfamiliar leather backpack to Sam. It was new and packed full.

"I bought you a gift… it's a new survival pack. That pack is handmade. Pretty cool, huh?" Dean grinned as Sam began to pull the "survival gear" out of the pack. Tequila. Jaegermeister. Some pink handled knives. Chocolate fudge. A picture of Dean dressed like a cowboy made to look like an old wanted poster from the Old Tyme Portraits place. An old style burlap bag of salt. And a custom t-shirt reading "I started the Apocalypse and all I got was this t-shirt."

"Seriously. This is what you were doing while I was working?" Sam almost looked angry.

"Why can't you just appreciate what I did for you? Bitch." Dean pretended to be hurt.

"Jerk." Sam shoved everything back in the bag and tossed in on his bed.

"You still haven't found anything have you?" Dean frowned sitting beside Sam.

"Nothing much. But I might have an idea as to what took them. I talked to Bobby again. He said that dad went on a hunt similar to this once… said to check under their beds." Sam just looked at Dean.