Chapter Two
Sam wrinkled his nose in distaste as he watched his brother shovel bite after bite of greasy burger into his mouth. Looking down at his own burger, Sam pushed it away in favour of his laptop.
After waiting for it to boot up and connect to an acceptable Internet signal, Sam looked over to Dean. "What were the co-ordinates Dad sent you?"
Dean looked up and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Sam held up a hand. "Swallow first, please."
Dean glared at Sam and made a show of chewing and swallowing the burger in his mouth. "Happy?" Sam nodded and Dean glared again. "The co-ordinates he sent were 37°18′15″N, 121°52′22″W."
Sam blinked, "Huh, you sure these were from Dad?" He asked as he typed them into the search engine on the computer. "I mean, they're a hell of a lot more pinpointed then the ones he usually sends."
Dean shrugged, "Maybe he's finally using more the Marine knowledge. What did you find?"
Sam shook his head, "They're for San Jose."
"California?"
"No Costa Rico. Yes, California, Dean. It's not that far from here, but without more to go on it's going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack."
Dean groaned, "Figures. He gave us more to work with, though. We'll just have to check the newspapers like usual."
"What do you mean he gave us more to work with?" Sam asked as he pulled up the Mercury News website.
When Dean didn't answer, Sam looked up, "Dean, what was the more?" Dean only blinked at him before turning his head again.
Sighing, Sam followed his brother's line of sight ending on the source of Dean's space out. Leaning over the counter of the diner was a skinny, blonde woman wearing a short skirt and a skintight tank top that her breasts were currently trying to fall out of. She was winking at Dean.
Sighing and, running a hand through his hair, Sam looked up to the ceiling and whispered, "Why me?" before kicking Dean in the shin under the table.
Dean hissed and jumped slightly, swinging his head around to look at Sam, "What the hell was that for?"
"Focus on the issue at hand, Dean."
"I was, thank you very much. And you just lost me any chance I had at having a little fun tonight." How Dean managed to look both pissy and sad as he watched the woman walk out of the diner was beyond Sam.
A little more forcefully, Sam said, "Focus, Dean! You said Dad gave us more to work with. What was that besides more specific co-ordinates?"
Dean blinked and slowly turned his head to face Sam, "WIN, it was under the co-ordinates."
Sam nodded absently as he scrolled down recent articles, "I don't see how that helps us." Then he stopped as he came across one article. "Or maybe it does. I think I found what Dad wants us to go check out."
"Well what is it, Sammy?" Dean asked when Sam didn't come forth with the information.
Wordlessly Sam turned the laptop so it was facing Dean, who read the headline. "Winchester House Ghosts Terrorize Tourists. Well, that's ironic."
"Yeah, I know the house is real but the claims of ghosts have never been given any credence. You think someone's playing us?"
"Just because the town doesn't give credence to the claims, doesn't mean there aren't any ghosts," he paused motioning over a waitress and asking for the check when she was gone he continued, "Besides there's only one way to find out if it's a trap or not."
Sam looked at Dean suspiciously, "And what's that?"
A large grin spread across Dean's face, "Easy, we're going to San Jose."
Sam rolled his eyes and gathered up his stuff, having to run after Dean to catch up after he paid the check.