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Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. Has some elements of the Pilot and "Provenance" episodes. I only own the plot and anything and anyone you don't recognize. And even if I don't put it, whenever Sam and Jessica are on the Honda 250, they'll always wear helmets. And I don't usually swear, but there's a situation that calls for it.
Dean stared, trying to come to grips with the evidence in front of him. Why had Mom and Dad left their journals here?
"So, Dean, are you going to tell me what this means?" the sheriff queried, tossing a piece of paper at him. Dean stared at the combination: H: 2, 42.
"It's my high school locker combo," Dean lied.
"Boy, I don't---" Just then, one of the deputies came up.
"Sheriff, I just got a 9-1-1 call from dispatch. Shots fired at Canyon Road," the deputy reported.
"You need the restroom?" the sheriff asked.
"No," Dean answered. What was this guy gettin' at?
"Good," the sheriff replied. With that, he slid a cuff over Dean's wrist and placed the other cuff around the chair. Satisfied that his prisoner wasn't going anywhere, he left. However, there was one thing that the man hadn't realized: Dean was a Winchester, and he could get free from practically anything. Dean looked around until he spotted what he was looking for: a paper clip. Seconds later, he was free and on his way out, journals and paper in hand. The journals were necessary, and hey. You never knew if you were gonna be in the same situation twice. Seeing the officers, Dean scrunched up against a wall. The officers talked for a little bit, and then walked on. Dean hurried out the door, where he felt someone grab his shoulder. Dean let out an exclamation of surprise.
"Easy, Tiger," a voice joked.
"Sammy!" Dean cried. Then, "Fake 9-1-1 phone call? Pretty smooth, Sammy."
"Yeah, what's one more felony, right?" Sam joked. Dean laughed.
"What are those?" Jessica questioned, noting the books.
"Aren't those---" Sam's voice trailed off.
"Mom and Dad's journals," Dean confirmed.
"They left Jericho?" Sam queried.
"Apparently," Dean replied as Sam took their mother's journal. "By the way, they left us coordinates," he told them.
"Where?" Sam wondered.
"H: 2, 42," Dean answered.
"That's Lacrosse, Wisconsin," Sam stated.
"Dude, how do you do that?" Dean wondered.
"Hey, high school geography had to be good for somethin'," Sam shrugged. Then, "Speaking of journals, where's mine?"
"Trunk of the Impala. I'll give it to you when I get a chance," Dean told him.
"What do we do now?" Sam wondered.
"We need to go back to the hotel, grab our stuff, and regroup," Dean answered. "Now, where's my car?" he continued.
"Up a little way ways. Didn't want the cops gettin' their hands on it. And Jess and I already got everything out of the hotel," Sam assured.
"Good. You work fast," Dean approved.
"Well, duh. It's kind of necessary," Sam responded.
"True," Dean agreed. They walked back to where the Impala and motorcycle were parked.
"You know, Dean, I was thinking---" Sam began.
"Well, that's never good," Dean interrupted jokingly.
"Maybe we should get another hotel. At least for Jessica," Sam said.
"No way. Absolutely not," Jessica responded, folding her arms.
"Jess, this is deeply dangerous and---" Sam began.
"Sam, I am not gonna let some stupid ghost dog push me around. Now, if you wanna smoke some tail, let's go," Jessica interrupted. With that, she stomped towards her boyfriend's bike.
"Sammy, marry that girl," Dean suggested firmly.
"I plan to...eventually," Sam responded. Then, Dean got into the Impala and Dean joined Jessica on his bike. The two took off. They had only gone a few miles when they heard the growling.
"Sam?" Jessica asked nervously.
"Yeah. I hear it," Sam confirmed. He looked in the rearview mirror to see his brother's car. The headlights flashed.
"What?" Jessica asked in confusion.
"Morse code. He's tellin' me to be careful," Sam answered. I will, he flashed back. The growling came again.
"Come on, you freak. Where are ya?" Sam muttered. The growling became louder and closer. Suddenly, a large, black dog with red eyes appeared in front of them!
"Jess, I want you to get off the bike," Sam said.
"No," Jessica stated.
"JESS! GET OFF THE DAMN BIKE NOW!" Sam hollered. Jessica carefully stood up and then jumped. The dog lunged towards the bike. Sam slammed on the brakes and the bike skidded, making a squealing noise.
"Sam!" he heard his brother call. Sam grunted as he hit the ground. The dog growled and covered him. Sam groaned as it put its paws on his shoulders and pinned him there.
"Sam!" Dean shouted again. Sam found himself frozen into the piercing gaze of the dog's hostile red eyes.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I believe I have the coordinates for Lacrosse, Wisconsin right. I checked my world atlas, but I'm by no means an expert. If I'm wrong, please tell me.