Again I do not own Dean or Sam Winchester ufortunately, only Danielle, and please bear with me this is only the second story I have done and I'm just trying to get back into it. Any reviews would be welcomed gratefully, Thanks :)

Sam was sitting at the table in front of his laptop, whilst Dean was lay on the bed eating something that Sam didn't even recognise.

"Dude, what is that you're eating?" Sam asked in disgust

"I dunno, I couldn't pronounce it, it's got cheese in it though" Dean replied still munching on the indescribable food "It aint half bad"

Sam made a face,

"Dude you are, incredible"

"Thanks" Dean grinned.

"It wasn't a compliment. So what's the plan for this hunt then? Wait 'til after dark then sneak into the room to check for foul play?"

"Sounds good to me" Dean replied through a mouthful of food.

Sam turned back to his laptop unable to watch his brother eat any longer and started looking on the net for history on the hotel and the victims.

Danielle woke up a little after 10pm, she lay there in the dark for a moment, remembering where she was. She gave a long stretch and sat up, she glanced out the nearby window, it was pitch black outside.

She got up off the bed and lifted her bag up onto the table, she opened it and grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom, she turned on the shower and started to undress.

"That creepy old pervs probably got spy holes in here" She said out loud to herself as she peered round the tiny bathroom.

She climbed into the shower and stood under the warm stream of water, enjoying the feeling against her neck, shoulders and back, sleeping in that car really wasn't doing any good for her muscles. She washed herself and hair and climbed out the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and slightly towel dried her long dark hair, which she then tied up at the top of her head. One thing she couldn't stand was her hair in her face when she was trying to work. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of light grey sweats and baggy black cut off motorhead t-shirt from her bag and slipped into them.

"Ahh, that's better" she sighed "Now time to get some work done. She pulled her laptop from her bag and went back to the bed, she sat, legs crossed with her laptop on her lap and opened up Word Document. She stared at the screen, the cursor blinked back as if challenging her to write something, anything.

Two hours later the cursor was still daring her to fill the empty page with words that she just couldn't seem to find, when she heard something outside her room door, in the hallway...

Dean stood at the top of the stairs, making sure no one was going to interrupt them, whilst Sam picked the lock on the door. Dean heard that all familiar clicking and turned his back on the stairs, he headed into the room after Sam and closed the door. Sam pulled the E.M.F reader out of his jacket pocket and started scanning objects with it. Dean checked the windows, closets and bathroom.

"Dude" Deans voice came from the bathroom.

Sam headed through the bathroom and the smell hit him almost suddenly.

"Sulphur" The boys said in unison.

Sam moved the E.M.F over the electrical output and it started going crazy.

"Makes sense, the article said the woman were all electrocuted in the tub"

"Man, what a way to go, wait, in the tub, were they hot?"

"Dean!" Sam gave his brother an exasperated look.

"What?" Dean said innocently "So what date did these chicks croak it?"

"The 20th, at 8pm exactly"

"Wait, that's tomorrow right? So what say we let ourselves back in tomorrow and hope this son of a bitch shows up?"

"Yeah, but Dean, your forgetting something, whatever this is, has only gone after women in the past, so why would it come after us?"

"Well with that haircut of yours, we might just get lucky and it might think you're a woman" Dean chuckled.

Sam gave his brother his annoyed look.

"Don't sweat it Sammy, if it's really pissed it'll show, now let's get out of here, grab a beer"

The boys make their way back to the room door,

"Hang on I left the E.M.F" Sam says as he turns back toward the bathroom.

Dean carries on out the door and into the hallway and freezes,

"Uh, what were you doing in there?" The dark haired girl asks as she approaches Dean and glances into the room behind him.

Dean stares at the dark haired girl in front of him, taking in every inch of her. Her skin is so pale its almost porcelain. He stares at her t-shirt.

"Hay jackass, my face is up here" She says crossing her arms.

"Uh, we uh, we're cops" Dean stammers.

"We?" the girl asks, just as Sam walks out the door.

"Uh, hi" Sam says startled "I'm Detective Peters, this is Detective Jones"

"Cops, really? So what we're you doing in there at 1am, and what's that in your hand?" She asks

"Um, " Sam looks at Dean for help and Dean shakes his head slightly with a look that says "I got nothing"

"Well ma,am , that's official police business and I'm not at liberty to discuss this matter with you, now if you'll excuse us" He replies as he stuffs the E.M.F into his pocket and turns and heads for the stairs. Dean, still rooted to the spot staring at this girl finally speaks,

"Um, yeah we gotta go, are you staying here, whats your name? Ya'know incase we need to speak with you again miss...?"

"Its Danielle"

"Well, Danielle, nice speaking with you and nice shirt, Motorhead, awesome!" at that Dean turns on his heels and heads after Sam.