A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome to another short case fic. The brothers are given a possible case by their friend and mentor, Bobby Singer. Things go sideways and it's a race to find the one in trouble before it's too late. Buckle in the journey is about to begin. I do like reviews/comments. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.


Chapter 1

Dean Winchester stood in front of the cooler section at the convenience store staring hard at the selection of drinks. He pursed his lips as he tried to decide what he wanted to quench his thirst. After some deliberation, Dean grabbed a Gatorade and headed for the cashier, picking up a bag of jerky, peanut M&Ms, and pastry along the way.

"Is this it for you?" the young cashier asked as he began to ring the purchases.

"Yeah," Dean started and eyed the rack of lottery tickets on display. "How 'bout giving me five of number seven," he pointed toward the tickets.

"Sure thing, good luck," the guy replied stepping to the rack and counting off five tickets and adding the amount to his bill. "That'll be fifteen, sixty-five."

"Here you go." Dean handed the guy a twenty and waited for his change. He accepted his purchases and headed outside to his Baby, a shiny, black, 1967 Impala.

"Thought you might have gotten lost in the sweets aisle," Sam Winchester, his brother, commented when Dean dropped into the driver's seat.

"Couldn't decide what I wanted," Dean shrugged picking up a lottery ticket to scratch off the squares.

"You know the odds of you winning anything?" Sam questioned.

"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me," he snipped, dropping the ticket and picking up another one.

"It's a waste of money."

"It's my money to waste bro. Besides, I have a feeling this is my lucky day."

Sam watched his brother pick up another ticket and gazed on with interest as Dean snorted with it not being a winner. He was on his last ticket and his eyes lit up as he continued to remove the gold squares covering the numbers. A grin slowly began to spread across his face and got wider as he stared in disbelief at the ticket.

"I won Sammy," he gushed out waving the ticket under Sam's nose. "I actually won."

"Really? Is it even enough to cash it in?"

"How's five thousand dollars sound?"

"Holy crap!" Sam exclaimed sitting up straighter and looking closer at the ticket to be sure Dean was correct.

"Thank you Lady Luck," Dean praised kissing the ticket. "Guess what Sammy?"

"What?"

"We're going to Vegas," Dean stated excitedly before getting out of the car. He headed back inside to see where he could cash the ticket in and get his money.

Sam sipped absently on his drink and began to form a plan to stop Dean from heading to Vegas to blow all that money. He could think of several things that they needed off the top of his head. And it wouldn't hurt to squirrel away a little of it for hard times.

The Winchester brothers were hunters of the supernatural and they very rarely received payment for their services. Hunters tracked down supernatural monsters and creatures that threatened and killed humanity and eliminated them. It was a thankless job that held its own dangers for the hunters.

Most humans didn't know what went bump in the night, nor the dangers that lurked in the shadows. They strolled through life oblivious of the battles that raged on around them. Hunters kept the balance between good and evil in the world.

"That sucks," Dean complained as he got back into the Impala with a sour look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I've got to go to another town about a hundred miles away to cash the ticket in," he grumbled cranking the Impala and bringing his Baby to life.

"We were heading that way anyway," Sam shrugged not seeing what the fuss was about. "Besides, Bobby should be calling back to confirm a possible hunt, so I don't see any problems."

"You know, you're such an ass sometimes."

"And you're a jerk all the time."

"Bi-tch…" Dean trailed off as he got on the highway heading toward the town to cash in his winning ticket. He opened his drink and took a sip before tearing into his M&Ms to shake some into his mouth and chew loudly much to his brother's dislike. He switched the radio on and found a station to his liking, nodding his head to the rock music pouring from the speakers and smirking slightly. Dean was jazzed about winning the money and was thinking about things he wanted to buy and wondered if luck would stay with him and maybe he could double it in Las Vegas.

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Sam slouched down in the passenger seat of the Impala as he waited for his brother to return from the lottery office. He brushed his hair back out of his face as a breeze blew through the car, bringing with it smells from the outside. He whiffed exhaust fumes, aromas of food, freshly mowed grass, and hints of turned soil. His gaze wandered around watching people stroll through the parking lot, some with bags, food and drink, briefcases, or empty handed.

Noises fell on his ears of the traffic on the streets that ran by the building, listening to the screeching of brakes, rev of engines, honking of horns, and an occasional whisper of conversation. He was pulled from his daydreaming when his cell started ringing and dug it from his jacket pocket.

"Hello," Sam greeted the caller.

"Sam, it's Bobby. I got that information on the possible case I told you about," Bobby told him.

"That's good. Maybe the case will take Dean's mind off going to Vegas."

"What's in Vegas?" Bobby inquired.

"Oh, Dean won some money on a scratch lottery ticket and he's wanting to go to Vegas and blow it all."

"That sounds like your brother."

"Where's this case at?"

"Small town in New Mexico called Clayton. It's near the border of Texas and Oklahoma. Are you anywhere near there?"

"Hold on a minute," Sam replied pulling up Google maps to check. "Looks like we're about three hours from there. Can you email me what you have, and I'll have Dean find a restaurant in this town that has Wi-Fi and check it out."

"I can do that. Sam, you and your brother watch yourselves out there; understand me?"

"Yeah Bobby, we will."

"Call me if you need help."

"I will; see you soon. Bye." Sam disconnected the call and looked toward the doors as Dean strutted out with a huge, lopsided grin on his face waving an envelope. He patted the hood of the Impala as he made his way around the car to get in on the driver's side.

"Can you smell it Sammy?" Dean asked opening the envelope for a moment.

"Smell what?"

"The smell of freshly printed money," Dean sighed. "Vegas, here we come."

"Bobby called while you were inside. He's got a possible case for us to check out in Clayton, New Mexico."

"Damn!" Dean fussed for a moment as his excitement deflated. He knew they couldn't turn a hunt down, especially since it was Bobby doing the asking. "How far is it?"

"Around three hours or so. I figured we could grab a meal here and that will give me time to see what Bobby emailed to me."

"Sure, at least we'll be heading in the right direction." He stuffed the envelope into a pocket and cranked the Impala. "Let's go find some place to eat."

"That has Wi-Fi," Sam added.

"Okay geek boy, you do the looking while I drive."

"Alright."

The Impala rolled down the streets as the brothers searched for restaurant row so they could find a place to eat and to check the information Bobby sent to Sam. Sam was going to make sure and pick a decent restaurant that wasn't a greasy spoon or a heart attack waiting to happen. Sometimes it was hard to steer his brother away from those places.