MYRTLE BEACH, SOUTH CAROLINA

Sam Winchester yawned as he lifted a hand to his face and rubbed his eyes with the pads of his middle finger and thumb. Letting his hand fall back down to his side, he looked through the window up and down the beach, which was empty save for a few couples walking hand in hand along the shadowy sand. The sun had just risen and was hanging just above the water like a great ripe orange; it reflected gold against the surface of the ocean, and Sam nodded. "Good. There's not many people out here, we'll be able to do some searching in privacy. The latest victim supposedly disappeared in those rocks over there while he was trying to get back a lost volleyball." He said, pointing toward a group of rocks protruding from the ocean.

Dean was laying on his bed, propped up against the headboard. He frowned a bit. "You drag me all the way out here to investigate a couple of disappearances, to a spot where young, hot, bikini wearing college chicks are spring breaking, make me get up early, and now you're telling me there are no babes out there that I can talk to?" He rolled his eyes, "Party pooper..." He mumbled.

"This is the only time of day that we can have the beach to ourselves to look around." Sam said with a frown, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned his back against the wall. "Now get up, we need to check the site to see if we can find anything." He pushed off from the wall, smacking the foot of Dean's bed as he crossed to the hotel's small kitchen and plucked out a piece of toast from the toaster. "Your breakfast is going to get cold if you don't hurry." He said, indicating the second slice of toast.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean grumbled, reluctantly dragging himself off the bed and grabbing the second slice of toast. He took a few bites before setting it down on the counter. He grabbed some fresh clothes from his duffle bag and then headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

"Don't take too long in there!" Sam called, eyeing the half eaten toast as Dean disappeared into the bathroom. "If it gets too light outside, people are going to start showing up." He looked toward the bathroom door then back down at the toast before grabbing it and quickly cramming it into his mouth. He had already showered and dressed in a black wifebeater and dark denim jeans. Brushing off the crumbs from his shirt, he swallowed down the stolen toast and checked their bag of weapons. "Do you think we should take something with us? In case we see something?"

Dean thought for a moment, "Uh, yeah." He turned on the knob in the shower and got inside. A few minutes later he got out, dried himself off, and changed into a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and walked out of the bathroom into the living area, running a hand through his short, damp hair.

Sam nodded and zipped up the duffel bag full of their weapons, slipping the strap over his shoulder. "Alright. I'll just take it all with us. There's no telling what could be out there. According to what

I've heard, the guy's friends said that he just disappeared. He was wading through the water one minute and the next, he was gone. He was a good swimmer, too, part of the team back at his school. That's another thing, all of the victims so far have been males or kids about ten and younger."

"I doubt we'll need all that," The elder Winchester brother said, gesturing to the bag with an eye raised. "Besides, we can keep an eye on the area today, and come back later tonight when no one can be witness to us blasting the thing full of rocksalt."

Sam hesitated, glancing down at the bag then sat it down on the foot of his bed and unzipped it, pulling out one revolver and pushing it into the back waistband of his jeans before covering it with his sleeveless shirt. "I'm not going unprepared." He said as he zipped the bag back up and dropped it down beneath his bed, kicking it underneath it. He stepped toward the door with a nod. "Let's go."

After a few minutes of walking through the parking lot of the hotel, they reached the sandy shores of Myrtle Beach. Spotting a decent sized concession stand next to the outdoor pool, Dean stopped for a moment, taking a few steps back, and examining the lit up "$2 HOT DOGS!" sign that hung overhead the register . He arched a brow, pulled out his wallet, which held one of his many fake credit cards, fake ID, and a total of $5. A few moments later he caught up with Sam, a hot dog in each hand. He nudged Sam in the arm, gesturing to the hot dog with a nod. "Here." After Sam took the food, Dean grinned before taking a bite of his own. "Man, this is great," He said, with his mouth full.

Sam had continued walking and had been talking about something case related when he turned and saw that Dean was gone. "Dean?" His brows furrowed and he stood on the tips of his toes, looking back and rolling his eyes when he saw the concession stand. He dropped back down and shook his head. "Is food all that you think about?" He asked, arching a brow. He still took the hotdog though and took a bite of it, nodding. "This is really good though."

They finished off their hot dogs and walked around on the beach, which was slowly becoming a little more crowded as time passed. Sam frowned as he waded out from the water where he had been looking at the rocks the boy was last seen on. "There's nothing there." He said, combing his fingers through his shaggy dark hair. "At least not that I could see. Maybe we could rent some scuba gear and look closer to the bottom."

Just a little further up on the beach, a young woman was laying across a black towel. Her thick red hair fell over her exposed shoulders and a pair of dark sunglasses were pressed over her eyes. Her skin was sprinkled all over with freckles. She wore a black bikini and a see through dark green wrap about her hips. There was a dark tattoo on the left side of her chest just under her collarbone.

Next to her was another young woman, sitting up on a black towel as well, her long, pale legs stretched out in front of her. Her toenails and fingernails were painted a deep shade of purple, and a pair of similar shades covered her bright green eyes. Her short, choppy dark brown hair barely reached her shoulders. She was wearing a dark purple two piece swimsuit, and had a matching tattoo, but instead of it being on her chest, it was located on the back of her shoulder bone. She tilted her head down and peered out from above the shades at the water.

The red head eased herself up onto her elbows and inclined her head, her brows furrowing. "Did you hear that?" She said softly. "They're talking about getting scuba gear to go down at the site of the disappearance." She might not have been able to see the two young men that were poking around, but her lack of sight meant that her other senses were heightened, and she could hear them clearly over the hum

of conversation and laughter. "I wonder who they are..."

Ella continued to peer over her sunglasses and she watched the men carefully. "They're going to get themselves killed..." she mumbled.

Oshea pushed herself up the rest of the way into a sitting position. "They might be friends of the boy who was taken... or be involved somehow." Her voice trailed off a moment then she stood to her feet.

"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. We might be able to get some information from them. Or at the very least stop them from being the next victims."

Ella pushed her sunglasses back onto her nose. "Well I suppose we're going to have to anyway, they're headed this way," She said, her voice low as the two brothers slowly approached them.

Oshea remained standing as the two approached, turning to face them. The younger of the two smiled and gave a little wave. "Hello, ladies. I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."

Oshea smiled and nodded. "I'm Oshea and this is Ella." She said, giving a little jerk of her head toward Ella.

"That's an interesting accent. Are you both here on vacation?" Sam asked casually.

Oshea shook her head, grimacing a little. "More like a business trip."

Dean was about to open his mouth to say something, but the interesting tattoo on the girl's chest caught his eye. He arched a brow, then looking back up at Oshea. "That's... an interesting tattoo, Oshea," He said, nudging Sam with his elbow.

Oshea instinctively lifted a hand to brush the tips of her fingers against the tattoo of the five pointed star circled by a ring of flame like designs. "Thank you," She said. "My sister and I have matching ones."

Sam looked at the tattoo and his brows furrowed a little. "A business trip, huh?" He asked a little suspiciously.

Oshea nodded slowly. "Yes..."

Ella arched a brow as the four stood in silence for a moment. "So... what brings you two to South Carolina?"

Sam took a moment to answer, he was still eyeing the tattoo on the young woman's chest. "Hm..? Oh... uh...," He said, blinking. "We're here on business, too, actually."

"Huh. How about that." Ella said, her words laced with suspicion and just a hint of sarcasm. "Well I'm sure you two have heard of the recent rash of disappearances around here... it's such a shame, really. Almost makes you want to steer clear of the water altogether, am I right?"

"Not for us, we're not worried." Sam said, watching Ella.

Oshea crossed her arms over her chest. "What kind of business are you both here for?"

"We're lifeguards, actually," Dean replied, not missing a beat. "We just transferred here from Huntington Beach way over in California, but it was a little too Hollywood for our blood," he chuckled. "Little 90210 looking kiddies running around everywhere. So we decided to give Myrtle Beach a shot," He explained. Over the years, he and his brother had become very skilled at lying. He looked down at his outfit, and realizing they didn't look the part, he added, "We were just headed back to our hotel to change into our beach clothes, but if you guys are still here when we get back, we'd love to talk to you a bit more..."

Oshea smiled a little and nodded. "Lifeguards, huh? You know my sister and I have never been to California. In fact, this is our first time across the pond as it were. We're from Scotland. Don't worry though, we'll still be here when you get back. We'd love to continue this conversation."

Dean forced a smile at the two women and nodded his head. "See you in a bit then," he winked. When he and Sam turned their backs to walk away, the smile faded. "What are the odds that those two chicks just happen to have anti-possession tattoos, and are on business at the same location of these disappearances? I'm tellin' ya, Sammy, I think those two are hunters, too."

Sam smiled at Ella then turned and followed his brother away from them. His smile dropped away as well and his brows furrowed as he glanced toward his brother, nodding. "I think you're right, but why would they come all the way here from Scotland? They must know more about this than they are letting on…. maybe it's more serious than we thought."

Dean shrugged, "Well, as soon as we get back, we can have a little chat with them. For now, we have to go find a clothing store and dress up as lifeguards," he said, rolling his eyes.

Sam nodded and pushed his hands into his pockets. "That shouldn't be too hard. But we're just going to get the clothes then come back… that's all, okay? No food, no flirting, nothing but going into a clothing store then back."

"Sammy, you've seriously got to lighten up. We are allowed to have fun, you know? And that," he said, nodding his head towards a group of attractive young women standing in line at the hot dog stand they passed. "Is fun." He smirked.

Sam rolled his eyes and lifted his hand, rubbing the top of his nose with his middle finger and thumb. "Dean… we don't have time for this. You just ate! Besides, those hunter girls aren't that bad looking. Wouldn't you rather go talk with them as lifeguards, hm?"

Dean thought for a moment. "Fine. But I want another hot dog on the way back."

"Fine. ONE hotdog. On the way BACK. We're going to the clothing store, then to the hotdog stand then back to talk to those girls. That sound alright to you? Good," He said, not waiting for an answer. "Let's go."

"Grumpy…" Dean mumbled, following.