The light dimmed and Dean lowered his arm from his face, "Sammy, can you hear me?" he looked around and appeared to be in an alley way, what a strange day this was. First they had chased around a shape shifter who was imitating Brittney Spears and, well, he just wanted to eat a god damn cheese burger. "Oh, how I could go for a nice, big, juicy bacon-Is that a burger I smell?" he turned around and followed the smell. It let him to a nice little shack. 'I should be finding Sam.' he thought to himself, but then he saw the sign. "Best Burger" he didn't even have to finish reading the sign, he was already in the door. He walked up to the counter and looked at the menu, "Um, hi. I'd like a cheeseburger and fries."

"Is that all?" He laughed, also he had a sort of accent, strange.

"Um, yeah." He gave him a weird look, what's with the laugh. Weird, so he started watching the cook make other various items, his mouth watering.

"That will be 9.99." With that, dean pulled out a ten and laid it on the counter. The clerk looked at the money and thought a moment, "You're 2.89 off." and sighed.

"What do you mean? You said 9.99" Dean forced a smiled, and shook his head.

"It's £9.99" he explained.

"Whoa, did you say pounds?" he choked on his own words.

"Yeah buddy, come on. You're lucky I'm even taking American currency." Dean shook his head and gave him three more dollars.

"Keep the change." he frowned, waiting for his food. When the food was finished he set the container on the counter and Dean grabbed it, and scoffed. He walked to the area for people who wanted to dine in and most of the tables were full, he saw one table that had two open seats and a young blonde sitting. "Mind if I sit here?" Dean asked.

"Not at all," the woman replied picking at some 'fries' in front of her. "M' names Rose." she smiled.

"Dean." he smiled back, taking a look at his burger in front of him. "Haven't seen a guy around here, he's tall, shoulder length brown hair, kind of looks like a moose."

"Um.. Doesn't ring a bell." she frowned, eating a chip. She watched Dean for a moment as he began to eat his burger. "Your mate?"

"No..." he shook his head, "My brother." his mouth was full of beef and cheese. He swallowed and wipped his mouth with his hand. After another moment he ate some fries. "Oh man... these are great."

Rose smiled, "Good to know you're enjoying them. Best chips in Cardiff."

"Chips?" he laughed, "Whoa, wait. Did you just say Cardiff?" he coughed.

"Yea, where did you think you were."

"Uh, I don't know. Last time I checked I was in Ohio on a case." he got up from his seat, and began to walk away. Except, he walked back for his burger then continued out the door. Rose followed after him, a bit concerned.

"Hey, it's okay. Just.. explain what happened, I'm sure my mate can help you." she suggested.

"Thank you, lady-What did you say your name is again?" he shook his head, trying to focus.

"Rose-"

"Yeah, thanks Rose. But, unless you can find my brother then I don't think you can help me." he frowned.

Sam woke up in an apartment, poor little moose couldn't handle the teleport. His head was throbbing, and he was seeing two. He hoisted himself up on his elbows, and tried to regain his vision. The room he was in had a weird print for wallpaper, it was black and white, or brown and white. The colors were unclear to him, and there was a smiley face above the couch painted in yellow. And there were several spots where it looks like the wall had been shot. He got up from the floor and seemed a bit uneasy, and lost his balance, leaning on the couch. He heard the rattling of keys at the door, and two young men walked in. A blonde, wearing a brown jacket, and a taller man with curly, black hair wearing a long black jacket and a scarf. He tried getting up and failed, breaking the glass on the coffee table, "Shit."

"What the-Who the hell are you?" The blonde asked.

"His name is Sam Winchester." the dark haired one smirked.

"How did you-" Sam was amazed, kind of loosing concentration yet again.

"Go back to sleep." John commanded, he was out of it. "Doctor's orders." Sam just nodded and laid his head on the couch, shutting his eyes.

"John, he's been sleeping on my couch for over three hours. Get rid of him," the tall man with black hair frowned. "And find me another case while you're at it."

"I think there's something wrong with him, Sherlock. I can't just get rid of him." John tried. "We can question him, find out how he got in."

"There's no sign of a break in. He didn't come in on purpose, because he has no idea who we are, or where he is." Sherlock began to explain, "He's a traveler, he never stays in the same place for more than a week. Looks like he usually stays in cheap motels, because he looks too comfortable on that couch. His hands are dirty, he does something that takes a lot of work. And his hands are calloused maybe with a big tool. But look closer, his index finger is a bit more calloused than the others. He uses guns, and he reeks of sodium and holy water."

"What does that even mean?" John was baffled.

"He's a hunter." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"What kind of hunter needs holy water?"

"The kind that hunts demons." Sam suggested, finally awaking from his slumber, wrapped in rope.

"John... get the whip." a twisted smiled appeared on Sherlock's lips as he stared at Sam.