Disclaimer: I don't own Sam, Dean, or anyone else except my own terrible creations. Or the Impala…even though I wished I did. is sad
Rain beaded down on the small motel window as Sam typed away at his computer, clicking on various links and writing notes down on the small hotel pad. His face was tight in concentration as he marked down names and dates, referencing his father's journal from time to time. On the bed near by, Dean was sprawled and staring up at the ceiling. They had just completed a particularly unpleasant hunt involving a weeping dead mother with homicidal tendencies. Said hunt had left Dean with a sore back and bruised arms, which he figured gave him full whinnying privileges, Sam on the other hand did not agree.
"Dean would it kill you not to moan every few seconds?" Sam asked, looking up from his pad of paper, over to his brother who responded with a long, drawn out moan, causing Sam to throw his pen at his brother.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed as the pen reached contact with his forehead "that was uncalled for"
"Actually it was you whinnying five year old" Sam retorted, going back to his pad of paper and laptop.
"Oh, someone has PMS" Dean observed, smirking as Sam sent him a death glare. Ignoring his brother's prodding, Sam went back to the computer and jotted down a few more dates before leaning back in his chair and tossing the pad at Dean who caught it and cocked an eyebrow.
"What's this?" he asked, reading the paper as Sam turned the laptop to face Dean, who got off the bed and leaned forward to read the site.
"Our new hunt dude" Sam stated, and scrolled up to the top of the page, as Dean read quietly. "two women disappeared three days ago somewhere in Virginia" Sam explained, clicking on a link which brought up two photo's "those are the two women, Cole Maurawska and Catherine O'Crean, both twenty-three, the last person to speak to them was Catherine's boyfriend, Eric Keebles who lives in New York" he went on as Dean stopped and looked at him.
"Who wait just a minute…somewhere in Virginia...you are kidding me right?" he asked as Sam ignored him "I don't feel like playing "Where's Waldo" Sam"
"Stop talking for like a minute Dean I am trying to tell you" Sam stated, ignoring his brother's earlier sarcastic remarks and went back to his explanation.
"As I was saying, names, Cole and Catherine" Sam began.
"the red head is kinda hot" Dean interrupted, looking at the picture of the coppered haired Cole "hrm, description, green eyes, red hair, five foot four…you know what they say about red heads" he joked, looking expectantly at Sam who just looked as his brother with the look moron imprinted on his face.
"She is a missing person, and you are thinking about dirty red head jokes" Sam said slowly as Dean shrugged and went back to the computer.
"What hot is hot" Dean defended himself as Sam continued to look at him and then slowly returned to the computer.
"As I was saying for the millionth time" Sam said and scrolled back up the page.
"Actually only the third time and I thought you were smart" Dean interrupted, prompting Sam to smack him upside the head.
"Shut up Dean and pay attention" Sam chided as Dean rubbed his head.
"Bitch"
"Jerk" Sam replied "now as I was saying for the fourth time. Names are Cole and Catherine, ages, bother twenty three, last on to speak to them, Eric Keebles in New York. And they were driving a 2002 Jeep Liberty" Sam paused and clicked on a link at the bottom of the page, bringing up and police report" now at first I didn't think it was anything until I remembered something in Dad's journal and decided to search it".
"Found what?" Dean inquired, looking at the next site on the computer which revealed a new police report.
"Several other disappearances, except these reveled a probable location" Sam said as Dean waited.
"Where?" he asked, as Sam looked up a map.
"Around here, see in 1995, Beth and Mark Jaspers spoke to their friend, who was the last person who spoke to them, they said they were somewhere in West Virginia around trees, which suggested these roads" Sam explained, as Dean patted him on the back.
"Dude it is properly just a coincidence, are you sure you are not just looking for a hunt where there isn't one?" Dean stated, causing Sam to shrug off his hand.
"Dude it is not a definite pattern, but they all just disappear in West Virginia" Sam stated "in 1985, 1976, and 1993 cars where found along this road" he explained, pointing out a road off to the side "not many people go down that road, but the cars belonged to people who were missing"
"Any signs of you know…foul play or something" Dean asked. Sam shook his head.
"Nope, the cars were clean"
"So you think, just because these two girls disappeared in West Virginia, that they disappeared somewhere on this spooky road that no one goes on" Dean asked.
"Yeah basically"
"You do realize that you're whole idea is confusing and most likely really wrong dude"
"Dean come on, it is a possibility, and it is our job to find these things out" Sam argued, shutting the computer.
"just seems like a freaking long shot to me" Dean explained " I mean come on, two chicks disappear in West Virginia and you find this possible connection with no pattern to a road, just because other people were found on it…it really sounds like a freaking long shot"
"well it's not like we have anything else to do" Sam pointed out, closing his computer and going over to his bags "we might as well just…look you know?"
"So you think that if we go there, we will find their car…then what?" Dean asked, getting a shrugged response from Sam.
"Then we go from there" he answered, dumping his belongings into his bag and packing up his laptop, looking over at Dean. "Aren't you going to pack?"
"Yeah, yeah" Dean said, going over to his things and packing up along. A few moments later, Sam and Dean were in the Impala with Dean huffing slightly from irritancy. Shifting her moved forward to turn on the car but paused and looked back at Sam who was reading over the dates and names, along with the police report on the two missing women.
"Dude, you don't seriously want to go all the way to West Virginia because you think something might be going on" Dean nudged, gaining a look from Sam " I mean come on, we're in California, dude, chicks in almost nothing are walking around, you have to see my point"
"fine, I'll just go alone" Sam concluded, going back to his notes, making Dean frown and turn the car on, knowing very well that he could not leave Sam to go off on his own.
"Fine, fine" Dean grumbled. Dropping the notes in his lap, Sam looked over at dean and sighed.
"Look dude, it is just a feeling ok? You know, a hunch" he paused "I know it sounds like a long shot, but it wont hurt to go down there you know?"
"Ok Sam, as long as you don't go all "Power of Three" on me I am fine with that" Dean joked, earning a light punch from Sam.
"Shut up and drive"
"What am I your slave?"
"Fine I'll drive"
"Oh no you won't mop-head" Dean countered, turning the keys bringing the engine to life. Switching gears, Dean started the Impala down the road heading to Virginia.
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