Tilsborough, West Virginia was sunny and warm which was a nice change from the previous night's rain storm. It was a quaint little town, the kind where everybody knew everyone else. They drove through the center of town and Sam gazed out the window at the marching band practicing in the front of the high school, the gazebo by the playground, a lemonade stand filled with little kids overcharging for plastic cups of sugary liquid. They passed the fire department that literally had two dalmatians out front by the trucks, and a diner that he knew they would most likely end up at eventually because the sign out front advertised 'Best Pie Ever'. Finally after taking a left onto a dirty looking road and driving a few miles and past a few grungy looking motels, Dean pulled the car into the parking lot of what he thought was an acceptable motel and parked. Both Winchesters were happy to get out and finally stretch their legs.

"I can't believe we're about to get a room at a place called 'The Cock and Pheasant'." Sam muttered. He bent over and touched his toes, then rose and looked at the complex surrounding them. The office building was pale yellow and freshly painted but the two housing facilities were dirt brown and peeling badly. The sign was broken, the cement was cracked and there were big, fake cactus plants lined up outside of each orange doorway. The Cock and Pheasant was hideous.

"Sorry Sammy, I know if you had your way we'd be staying at 'The Back Door' down the street but there was no way that was happening." Dean laughed and shoved Sam enough to make him fumble gracefully. He looked around and breathed in the fresh air. To him nothing smelled better than post-rain air. Well, except for the scent of a woman, of course. He shoved his keys into his pocket and bounced a little, realizing that he hadn't gone to the bathroom in almost three hours.

"You're such an ass." Sam smiled

"I know, it's in the job description. Now go check us in while I go find the can." Dean walked behind the closest length of condos, already pulling his zipper. It was all dirt and really ugly patio furniture. For a second he was tempted to pee in the pool, although he couldn't really think of a logical reason to do it.

"Don't pee on anything that I'm going to have to pay for!" Sam yelled after him, turning to realize that a very old couple was now standing in the parking spot directly to the left of him, looking at him like he had two heads. "He's ahhh a very special boy." He stammered before deciding to just walk away.

The walls of their room were purple and there were paintings of ducks all over them. Even the lampshades had ducks. Even the bar of soap in the bathroom was ducked shaped. The kitchenette had duck wallpaper. It was bizarre. At least there were two queen beds with matching brown comforters and no ducks. And neither of them were coin operated, otherwise Dean would never leave, and he would run them out of change. Sam couldn't wait to see Deans reaction to the ducks though.

"Let me get this straight," Dean paced around the room after he arrived back from peeing, eye brows raised at Sam. "There were nineteen other available rooms, NINETEEN! And you got us room SIXTY NINE with the purple walls and the," he waved his hands around the room. "the ducks! EVERYWHERE! Why Sammy, why?"

"I don't listen to Tori Amos. Call us even." Sam smirked and claimed the bed on the leftmost side of the room, farthest away from the ducky lamp. He threw his sweatshirt onto the bedside table where his laptop was already resting and thought about untying his shoes but deciding against it knowing that he wouldn't be here long.

"Whatever," Dean sighed and sat down at the small table and put his feet up. "So what the deal with this case? Baby-nappers?"

"I don't really know. In the past two weeks three babies have disappeared on the same bridge. The same thing happened ten years ago, and the same thing ten years before that. Every ten years since 1940. Only usually it's four or five babies."

"Sounds like they need to tear this creepy bridge down, and starting putting babies on leashes." Dean stood up. "So I guess I'll head over to the police station while you do your research thing. I trust you can find a library. Meet back here at five?"

"Sounds good to me. Try not to do anything stupid." Sam stood up, pulled on his sweatshirt, grabbed his laptop and headed out the door.

"No promises, Sammy, no promises." Dean laughed behind him.