"Dean I'm a little concerned..."
"Shut up Sam." Dean said. Though he wouldn't admit it, this town was starting to freak him out a little too. Everyone he had passed in the Impala would stare at him with wide blank empty eyes. Some of them even appeared to hiss at them as they passed. Every where there was posters with a large eye, with a crescent moon as a pupil with the words "If you see something, say nothing, and drink to forget." Now that's a saying I could live by. Dean thought absentmindedly.
"Dean."
"What Sam?"
"Look." Sam pointed to a man on the side of the road. The man was frantically waving a clipboard clearly trying to get their attention.
"Should we pull over?"
"Dude Sam you guys have matching hair."
"Dean this is serious."
Dean sighed and and turned the wheel pulling up along the curb. The man's crisp clean lab coat fluttered in the wind as the car came to a stop in front of him.
"Can we help you?"
"Actually I was thinking I could help you. I know why you're here."
The brothers looked at each other than back to the man.
"We're listening."