It was 6:30am when Sam's alarm clock rang, and he immediately got up to go for his morning run. He knew that he didn't need it because they run quite a lot when on hunts, but he enjoyed it anyway. He could get away from the hunter's life for half an hour.

When he got back, it was 7:00am and Dean was still asleep, obviously, so he went on his laptop to look for a case nearby.

He had been so messed-up since he left Amelia and had been hunting non-stop for weeks now. Sam knew that he should stop and take a break, but he couldn't. Working on cases helped him to take his mind off things and to keep him distracted.

Dean, who looked like he just got run over by a bus, walked into the library, wearing his favourite grey and green flannel shirt, with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Hey. Morning." Sam said while typing on his computer. "I think I found us a case in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Two people were attacked by what they said was 'their worst nightmares'. Which, as you can guess, are not normal things. You up for it? We could go visit Jody and the girls as well."

Dean yawned and rubbed his eyes as he 'listened' to Sam's babbling, then he took a quick sip of coffee.

"Dude, we came back from our last hunt yesterday. Why don't we ever get breaks anymore?" Dean huffed and walked lazily back to his room.

Sam shouted into the hallway in the direction of Dean's room, "You slept. That was your break!"

"Doesn't count!" he shouted back. "And we only get 5 hours each night... if we're lucky. Which we're not usually, if you didn't know."

"Alright, I'm leaving in 10 minutes, if you change your mind."

Sam walked away and into the weapons room to pack a moss-coloured duffle bag with all the essential items that they didn't already have in the trunk of the Impala. They always had to be prepared because most of the time, they didn't know what they were up against.

As he walked into the garage, he saw Dean leaning on the Impala with the keys in his hands.

"What made you change your mind?" Sam asked curiously, even though he already knew the answer.

"I don't trust you enough to drive my Baby." Dean tapped the hood of his precious car and gave Sam a smug smile before turning away to sit in the driver's seat.

"Huh."

"What?"

"Nothing." Sam shrugged and Dean gave Sam a glare, but he rolled his eyes in response. "I'm just starting to think that you care about your car more than people."

"Shut up. Let's just go."

The Impala purred as they drove out of the bunker's garage, all the way to Sioux Falls. The sound relaxed Dean and made him forget about the messed-up world around him. It was the only thing that made him feel free. Other than Sam, his Baby was the only thing he had missed when he was in purgatory.

Sam sat quietly in the passenger's seat wearing his earphones that were connected to his phone. He had always hated Dean's taste in music, so, whenever they were in the car or on their way to a hunt, he would listen to his own music.

Dean was driving and as he usually does, he was mouthing the lyrics to rock music playing on the car's radio.

"What ya' listening to?" Dean already knew the answer, but since he came back from purgatory (without Cas), he often tried to make small talk to distract both of them from the terrible things that happened over the past year.

"A history podcast. Nothing you would find interesting." Sam answered Dean's question, but he knew that Sam was lying, so he reached over and unplugged his headphones. "Dude, why did you do that?"

Dean shrugged, then immediately judged his brother's taste in music. "Seriously? Taylor Swift. You're joking right?"

"What? Like your music is any better."

Sam scoffed and turned to face the window and continued to listen to his music.

"My music is so much better. Yours doesn't even count as music." Dean mumbled under his breath.

When they arrived in Sioux Falls, they found a motel called the Haunted Motel.

"The 'Haunted Motel'. Why do I feel like something will go wrong?" Dean shrugged, then walked into their room with the duffle bag over his shoulder.