A/N: Second chapter. This one's written by Super V. And yeah, I love all this music, so that's why I like putting up some of a song at the beginning of a chapter. Enjoy. By the way… writer's block sucks.

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"BEER!!!" by: Psychostick

When its warm it taste's real crappy

But cold beer will make me happy

When I throw up on the floor

I can go and drink some more

They say beer will make me dumb

It are go good with pizza

Now that we have drunk some beer

Lets go drive a car

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"Got anything?" Dean inquired impatiently.

The brothers were in one of those small dingy motel rooms that were the only kind they could afford with fake credit cards. These beds stunk of cigarette smoke, while the carpet was matted, and everything else looked like it would fall apart. Dean was pacing the room, an old and musty book held up to his face. Their last case had been two weeks and three days ago. It had been a nasty one, but the boys cleaned up their cuts and scrapes, soon going on to look for another. Now Dean was itching for another chore. So Sam was, of course, sitting in front of his Macintosh Apple laptop, searching for something to do for the next week. He was doing all the research as Dean pretended to read.

"Dean, for the last time, there's nothing."

The older brother fervently unwrapped yet another fun-sized candy bar, scrutinizing the sweet chocolate before popping it into his mouth. He could feel it melt in his mouth. Once liquefied, the sweet goddess of all goodness runs down the back of his throat as he swallows.

While Dean paced the torn carpet, he threw the thick book on the bed and complained, "Dude, why fun-sized? It'd be tons more fun to eat a foot-long candy bar.

"Uh, sure Dean," Sam huffed.

He was so exasperated at the fire that drove his nutcase brother to need to discover a new job. Sam cannot even remember a time where Dean was this excited to find a job. Maybe he was just bored, but as it was, usually Dean just wanted a break from it all. Their whole 'superhero' vibe annoyed Dean, and he was slowly breaking down- Sam could see it. And yet, the younger brother still needed to hunt as much as he could. Sam remembered how he had refused to go back to this life of hunting demons and monsters, but now? Now it was his necessity to stay alive.

So his fingers flew over the keys, and again he heard from Dean, "Got any-"

"For the last time-" Sam raises his voice, his hazel eyes radiant with a burning passion for the work he was carrying out. Then he calmed down. There was something in front of him that made his exasperation deplete, as a slight smile flashes across his face. He furrowed his brow as he read on; making sure it was a credible case. "I found something…"

Dean threw his hands up in the air, shouting, "Finally!"

The brothers' goal was to save as many people as they could. That was the main reason for being a demon hunter. Still, it made Sam gag at Dean's sudden change in behavior. One day he would want to find a job- some ass to kick because he was either bored or needed to blow off some steam. All the other times? Dean just wanted to get Sam away from the world they were living. He was the older brother, right? He had to take care of his sibling better than their dad ever could. So when Dean was so excited about finding a case, Sam felt a little strange inside… but he was happy because he knew he had the old Dean back.

"There's an engkanto in Vermont. It's been killing people- obviously," Sam told the older hunter, his nose about a centimeter away from the computer screen.

Dean chuckled at his brother's nerdy skill, "Mr. GeekWinchester, I shall bow down to your mighty powers."

"There're some really clear things of how to know they're there, so I'm gonna copy this into a Word doc," Sam said as he scrolled down, skimming the page with his large eyes.

Dean grinned and replied while shrugging on his coat, "So, we gonna head?"

"Nah, I just gotta do what I have to do. Now I'm just going to go take a shower," Sam said, starting to walk towards the bathroom. As a little brother, he loved to see the expression on his big brother's face when he pissed the shorter hunter off. He grinned whilst he waited for a retort from his sibling. "Then we can-"

"I don't think so buddy-boy," Dean exclaimed. He grabbed the back of Sam's shirt and pulled. Nothing was getting between him and this job. A fire burned inside him to get back in his car and go on a long road trip beside Sam to go kill some random thing that had found its way out of hell again. "We're goin'."

"Coat and shotgun," Sam sighed, grabbing his supplies. He shoved his clothes into a random suitcase that also had knives and other items in it. "This job doesn't pay enough."

Dean laughed at Sam's disgusted face, and said before he walked out the door through a mouth full of chocolate, "Meah, fut it's gots its goof stuffs."