The next morning, Sam awoke to find himself on the floor. "Well, never doing that again."
Dean was still sleeping, sprawled across his bed, snoring lightly and completely at peace. Sam stumbled over to the shower, turning it on full blast. He chuckled, thinking of last night's events. Yeah, they deserved that night off. Can't hunt evil every day, and this vacation was exactly what they needed, to get away from demons, ghosts, and people who lied. Even Dean needed it, though he'd never admit it. Sam ran his fingers through his hair, wondering vaguely if he should chop it all off. Then he remembered the Nair incident. Nah! He scrubbed his body, reaching behind to get his back and stretching out his cramped shoulders at the same time. Sleeping on the floor was not conducive to waking up rested. Sam arched his back, stretching his long frame to its furthest range. He stayed in the shower for awhile longer, enjoying the hot water on his body, mulling over the crap that usually plagued his thoughts. A little later, Sam stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the ragged towels. Ah, the five star accommodations.
"Dean! You up?" He yelled.
There was a muffled reply, affirming Sam's suspicion that Dean was still clutching his pillow. He opened the bathroom door. Sure enough, Dean hadn't moved an inch since Sam got up.
"Dean! C'mon, it's afternoon!"
Dean grunted, "Yeah, sure, ya Rastafarian, it's not like we're going anywhere." Again, he didn't move.
"Alright smokey, I'm gonna find some actual coffee." Sam got dressed and walked out the door, nearly sliding on the newspaper that was out front. He bent down, relieved to see it was in english. His relief was quickly chased away by horror as he looked at the biggest headline.
10 DISAPPEAR IN SPACE OF ONE HOUR, ALL FROM RED LIGHT DISTRICT.
"Oh crap."
"Aww, c'mon Sam! It's our vacation! Besides, we don't know if it's our...thing."
"You c'mon, you lazy-ass! Dean, 10 people in less than an hour, all within a two mile radius? how is that not our deal?"
"Virus, some kind of biological warfare thing." Dean looked for any excuse not to start this, not when they left the states to get away from the things that went bump in the night.
"Where are the bodies then? And why not everyone in the area?"
"I dunno, maybe it was a K-bomb."
"What? Dean, you don't even know what a K-bomb is." Sam opened his laptop, ready to start the virtual hunt, and pushed the power button. "C'mon, you know we gotta help. What can it hurt?"
Dean grumbled, "My social life." Nevertheless, he stood, "Alright, I'll go hunt around the library, who knows...maybe the librarian will be young and hot..."
"Sure Dean" Sam was lost in the world of the internet, skimming the papers, looking through deaths, both recent and not so recent.
A few minutes later, Dean head out the door to the library, hoping there were a few books in english. Since his baby couldn't fly, he had to hoof the trek. On the way, Dean lent himself to his anger. Why did it follow them everywhere? Peace and quiet for one week, that's all he wanted. For him and Sam to be normal, just for awhile. We must be cursed! No! He contradicted himself savagely, We are not cursed! Dean tried to take a step back from his thoughts, to think about the case objectively. Well, we know its not a ghost, they can't make people disappear. It could be a demon...it could be the Yellow-eyed Demon! Dean mentally checked himself. It wasn't The Demon, it wouldn't take a whole street full of people, would it? Nah. So far, it has been pretty specific in its target. Nope, must be regular old evil. Dean laughed harshly, the sound echoing on the walls of the street. As he turned into the library, he thought, well, I guess thats optimism.
He was able to find an English-speaking librarian, relatively cute. She helped him find some books, but alas, the only thing he found among the stacks was her number. Guess it's not a complete waste of a trip, he thought as he stowed it for later.
Dean dialed Sam, "Hey, you got anything?"
"Well, Amsterdam is probably the safest place ever. There are a few scattered deaths, but nothing like last night's..." Sam trailed off, as he usually does when on the web.
"Sam, c'mon, pay attention here! Now's not the time for porn."
"Shut up, I'm looking into legends for the area..."
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the floor this morning. Whaddya got?"
"Well, I'm just sorting through all the Norse mythology...mass killings...stealth attacks...the usual stuff." Sam's sigh was audible over the phone, "There is a ton of stuff."
"Alright, I'll be back at the hotel in a bit, then at dusk, we're gonna go out."
"What? Dean, we don't know what we're dealing with yet, you want to walk in blind?"
"Sam, c'mon, we'll be fine."