An really short chapter
It was the clerk, peering into the room, obviously not expecting these normal circumstances. He straightened as Dean glared down at him. "Was just checking up on you young 'uns, that's all." Tyler tried to hold in her laughter, but couldn't stop a snigger from escaping. The clerk spat again, this time his saliva ended up in the hall. Dean was of half a mind to shut the door right then and there, reconsidered and then ended up doing it anyway.
"People these days," he muttered. Another knock on the door. He swung it open, ready to tell the old man what he really thought of him and his imaginations. But this time it really was Sam, one hand still in the air as he was in the process of knocking another time. "Something wrong?" he asked. Dean shook his head and invited him in. Sam put the groceries on the table.
"So…found anything yet?" he asked Tyler as he began unpacking. She shook her head as her fingers twirled over the keyboard. Then, something caught her eye. "Wait a minute. I may have got something." She took a moment to read the article on her screen.
"In Salt Lake City, Utah, there have been several cases of young children collapsing. They're alive but it's almost like they're shut down. Their parents describe it as if they have no souls. What do you think?" Tyler asked. Dean frowned. "Well, it's worth checking out." Sam tossed him another beer. "Salt Lake City it is then."