After Sam had found some strange happenings in the newspapers from Portland, Oregon, the brothers had decided to head up to the rainy northwest. After the long drive, they finally pulled into a cheap motel in the dark town. Sam was still sleeping against the window after Dean walked over, having just checked in, and knocked on the wet glass. The younger jumped and looked outside with a scowl before getting out and grabbing his bag out of the trunk as Dean grabbed his duffel. The room was warm, the lights giving off a soft yellow haze instead of the bright white that they were used to. After plunking their things on their beds, they both got to work on figuring out what exactly it was they were going after on this hunt. It seemed to be the same things they'd seen in Bedford years ago, a Siren. Bodies turning up right after they'd all visited the same bar. It'd been going on for weeks, but it was only a victim or three a week, not enough to cause someone to go on America's Most Wanted list. The police in this town had bigger fish to fry and more dangerous criminals to worry about than someone taking out cheating husbands and wives. The Winchester brothers of course had no other fish to fry, after everything that had happened lately they just needed something nice and simple. They didn't want to remember everyone that they'd lost and all the people they'd unintentionally hurt in the process of trying to be the heroes that saved the world.

Around midnight the eldest figured it best to go scope the joint and try to pin suspects. After a brief goodbye, Sam stayed behind to see if he could dig anything up to help Dean narrow the scope. On the way to the bar while stopped at a light, he checked the rear-view mirror to spot a familiar angels face in the backseat. With wide eyes the human slammed on the breaks with a screech, turning to face the baby in a trench coat. "What did I tell you about doing that Cas?" His words were huffy, a growl clearly under toning them. This angel always seemed to have a knack for giving the Winchesters heart attacks at the most random points in time, as well as anyone else that happened to be anywhere near him when he decided to pop up.

"I do apologize, but the case you're working has something very wrong about it. You think it's a Siren, right?"

"Well, yeah. The signs are the same as the last time we encountered one of-"

"No, it's not. Not the same as last time anyways. The people dying aren't cheaters. They're hunters, and people of the like. People that know about the supernatural and know ways of fighting some of them."

Dean opened his mouth to say something but stopped after mulling over the words he'd just heard. Hunters? This had happened before, but this was clearly different. This wasn't ghosts that had a bone to pick, nor was it demons having fun.

"Why would a Siren be doing something like this? It doesn't make any sense, " he spoke with broken and slowly thought out words.

Cas shrugged, before suggesting heading back to tell Sam, hoping he could shed some light on this with his research. The drive back was silent and calming. The tall glass buildings were a change of scenery and were quite beautiful during the night hours, with lights reflecting off of them and creating intricate designs on streets and other buildings. For once, Dean was driving slow. Slower than usual at least, paying attention to his surroundings, watching as tiny drops of rain started to fall from the dark grey clouds that still seemed to loom ominously over the city. The downpour had stopped for an hour or so but it looked like the real storm was only just about to begin. The rain began to slam down hard, clashing on the windshield as a distant rumble of thunder could barely be heard. The Impala soon pulled into the parking lot of the motel and the two men ran through the rain to the room, trying not to get soaked, though the attempt was useless. After the elder brother closed the door behind him he looked to Sam, explaining the situation that he had come to understand: A Siren, for some unknown reason, was killing people who knew about the supernatural world, specifically those who knew how to fight any of it. Sadly, Sam had no explanation, not even a hypothesis as to why this was happening, and why in this town. Dean's head was starting to throb from trying to think of an explanation for all of this. He needed a few drinks, or at least a beer and a good night's rest.

"Hey Cas, you think you could go get some beers and some pie? I'm getting a headache from this whole Siren business." It was clear to tell from his groaned words that he wouldn't be getting any work done tonight.

Without another word, Cas had left their sight in the blink of an eye. The shorter of the brothers sat on his bed and rubbed his temples. Why can't we have just one simple, easy, little case? Just one is all I'm asking for, it's really not much, he thought while watching as Sam turned off the laptop and slid it back into its padded bag. He soon followed in suit, sitting on the bed and massaging his eyes that seemed to be on fire from staring at the bright white computer screen all the time. They were awkwardly silent, both searching their thoughts for something to talk about to break the air that seemed to grow colder by the second.

"Did you find anything else in your research? Anything else that'd be strange for us?"

"Uh, no, not that I could tell. There seemed to be some strange weather patterns going on, and a few odd deaths, but nothing that couldn't concretely be labeled as strange enough for us to check out. How'd the city look? We came here a while back for a few cases didn't we?"

"Not too long ago, Dragons before the Leviathans were released and some came here. Only reason we found 'em was cause of those cursed objects. Remember the ballerina shoes?"

"Yeah, I do, " he said with a snort before continuing, "I remember you wanted to try them on, dance like a pretty princess."

"Shut up, bitch."

"Jerk."

As they chuckled together a knock came at the door. Dean stood to get it, patting his brother on the shoulder, turning the knob to see a seemingly confused Castiel in front of him. He sighed loudly he stepped back o let the angel in. Instead he just stood there, moving his gaze to the man still on the bed.

"How did you forget the two things that you purposefully went out to grab? All we needed was some beer, pie if you wanted to get on my good side."

Sam turned around, expecting to see the celestial being that had been on their side for so long, but instead he saw the long, wavy blonde hair of Jessica Moore. Slowly, he stood, using the bed to support himself from dropping to the floor and sobbing. His eyes were wide with welling tears burning his cheeks as they slid down his face.

"Jess?"