Dean had woken up, in his opinion, way too early. Even more irritating when he realized his younger brother was still comfortably snoring away. He lay on the motel bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. There was a song running through his head. Nonstop, yet barely audible. He kept trying to remember when he had heard it. Or a single line of lyrics. Or anything distinct. But it was like he was trying to grasp at the fog he could see slowly drifting past the window. He attempted to recall any other song, running through the trusty playlist of tunes he knew by heart. But everything would eventually dwindle back down to that other song.

And it was starting to annoy.

He finally gave up on any sort of mental distraction and chose edible instead. He quietly got up, pausing only momentarily to decide if he wanted to change the clothes he'd fallen asleep in before deciding it wasn't worth it for drive-through. Grabbing the keys, he slipped out the door thinking fondly of donuts.

Returning a mere twenty minutes later, half the bag and coffee downed and that same damn song echoing through his skull. Sam was still snoring away, and that aggravated even more. He blindly pulled the egg sandwich he had kindly bought his brother and threw it at his head.

Sam jolted awake, looking confused at the breakfast sandwich that had landed on the bed beside him. He picked it up, turning it around in his hand before focusing on his brother who stood glaring at him from the other side of the room.

"Dean...? What the hell...?" He slowly sat up, still holding the sandwich in one hand while rubbing his head with the other. It hadn't hurt, being mostly soft biscuit and egg. But still.

"I would've thrown the coffee..." Dean said, drifting off and going from glaring to abashed. "Got you breakfast. Coffee. Couldn't sleep."

"Thanks...?"

Dean threw the bag down on the small table, setting both coffees down as well. He again reached blindly into the bag, pulling out a powdered donut. He took a large bite out of it, dusting the table with powder. Sam wandered over to join him at the table, concern over his brother's mood starting to creep into his mind. Sure, he was eating... But he wasn't happy about it. About donuts.

"Still upset about last night?" he asked, reaching for the coffee. He had apparently grabbed Dean's, shaking it and feeling barely anything left.

Dean snatched the coffee out of Sam's hand and nodded towards the other one as he took a swig of his own. "No. It was still crap, but it is what it is. Easy gank, done and over with." He took another bite of the donut when it hit him. "It's that song! The one we heard in the woods. It's stuck in my head."

"The song...?" Sam thought back through the events of the previous night. "Oh, yeah. Huh...didn't think it was that catchy." He shrugged, biting into his sandwich.

"It wasn't!" Dean frustratedly dug for another donut. Looking in the bag, he was disappointed he'd reached the last one. "But I can't get it out of my head."

Sam was still pondering everything that had happened, besides the song. "It was weird, right? The way those vamps were just...standing there."

"Until the song stopped," came the emphatic statement from the other side of the table, complete with a dash of powder.

"Right," Sam said, dusting the powder off the table and into a napkin. "You don't think..." He drifted off.

Dean snarfed down the rest of the donut, dusting his hands over the table. At Sam's look, he rolled his eyes and started sweeping it all up off the table as well. "What?"

"What what?"

"You said You don't think... Think what?"

"Oh..." Sam waved it off. "Nothing. Random thought." He took a sip of coffee. "Are we sticking around? I didn't see any other vamps last night other than the three. You'd think if there were four, they would've shown up."

Dean shrugged, looking out the window. "We could hang, just in case. Rumors were never really too firm on whether or not there were three or four. Either there is a fourth and they'll come after us. Or there's only three, and we got 'em all."

"Or there's four and the fourth will run, to come after us later on."

The elder Winchester shrugged again. "That would at least be somewhat entertaining."

Sam finished his sandwich in silence, just watching Dean stare blankly out the window. He gathered all the trash, throwing the wrappers, napkins, and Dean's now empty coffee cup into the bag. Once that was sorted, he reached for his laptop to start the daily search for strange and unusual occurrences.

And all the while, Dean just sat. Staring out the window.

Finding nothing majorly curious in the news, Sam switched over to local news to see if there were any other attacks last night, in case the fourth had gone off on their own. But mostly to be sure the brothers' activities hadn't been caught by anyone. He didn't think anyone had, but it was always worth a check. A quick check in the police logs confirmed it - no other attacks.

A pop-up had him grinning. "Hey," he called to his brother, pulling the other out of his reverie. "There's an open mic night in town tonight."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Why in the world would you think that would be a good idea? That's just as bad as karaoke."

"I don't know," Sam shrugged. "Thought maybe you could find your mystery singer..."

Dean had gone to look out the window again but turned back. He was visibly considering it, and Sam did what he could to cover his laugh.

"Hey, you were the one that said it was weird," Dean argued against his brother's amusement.

"So...open mic night it is...?" the younger Winchester suggested.

Dean just got up with a huff. "I'm taking a shower."

Sam quietly laughed again. "I'll take that as a yes."