Chapter 1

It was the ever-familiar sound of a phone going off that woke Sam and Dean Winchester. Sam, the younger of the two, fumbled around in the dark for the mobile phone, while his brother lazily rolled over and continued sleeping. Sam read the text message and groaned.

'Damn dad and his co-ordinates,' he muttered to himself. He glanced at the clock that was glowing beside him. 5am. That wasn't too bad. He'd actually had a rare eight-hour sleep; no nightmares involved. He sighed and knowing he wouldn't sleep again, raised himself up in his bed, and switched his bedside lamp on. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and glancing warily around the unfamiliar hotel room, he hauled himself out of bed and went to the bathroom for a shower.

While Sam happily showered away, Dean rolled onto his back, his eyes squinting as the light hit him. He had two choices: One, to get up and turn the light off, but then he'd be up and there would be no point in going back to bed, or two, sleep with the light on.

After weighing his options carefully, he swore inwardly and slid out of bed. Sam, at that moment, walked out of the bathroom, sat at his computer, and began researching.

'Not even a good morning Sammy,' Dean said, his eyes gleaming. 'I at least deserve that, cause you know, I'm such an awesome brother an all.'

He got a glare in return. 'It's Sam, not Sammy. And there's nothing 'Good' about this morning.' He returned to his computer.

'Let me guess, more co-ordinates?' Dean said. He knew how sick and tired Sam was of getting co-ordinates, saving other people, and constantly having people attempt to kill them. 'Where to?'

An hour later both guys were in their black 67' Chevy Impala on their way to New York.

'God this will be so good!' Dean exclaimed.

'Why will it be good?' Sam asked, knowing too well what his brothers answer would be.

'We're leaving these small towns behind, and going to a large city,' Dean said, glancing at his bro. He grinned. 'Which means more people, which means more chicks, which means more chances for me to score.'

Sam rolled his eyes. He'd been right. It was typical of Dean to be thinking of women.

'So where are we?' Dean asked.

'We're about 5 miles out of Meredith' Sam replied. 'I think we should stop there for tonight, then head out early tomorrow.'

'You got it, little brother,' Dean said, and drove straight through a stop sign.

'DEAN!' Sam exclaimed.

'What? It's not like there'll actually be cars out here. Why should I stop?' he replied. He glanced into his rearview mirror when sirens were heard.

'That's why Dean,' Sam sighed. He mimicked his brother. 'It's not like there'll actually be cars out here.'

Dean glared at Sam and slowly pulled over. He watched in his mirror as two officers began walking sternly towards the car.