Haxtun, CO
Dean casually walked down the slightly crowded street, every so often glancing at reflective surfaces to check for a tail. Why does it feel like I'm being watched? Dean thought. He shoved the thought into the back corner of his mind, as there was no reason for a threat to appear, at least no reasons he could think of. He kept walking and he felt the handles of the shopping bag dig into his palm from the weight.
Once he finally reached his car, he opened the door and got in, setting the shopping bag down on the passenger's seat. He smiled as he ran his hand over the old, worn leather thinking of all the good times he had with his brother, Sam. Then he frowned, remembering all of the blood-stained moments this car had brought them to. Dean started to drive back to the motel where Sam was waiting for him, turning up the music to top volume until the noise drowned out his thoughts.
Dean was singing along to Fire of Unknown Origin by Blue Oyster Cult when he pulled up to the motel. After turning the car off, he grabbed the shopping bag and went inside. Sam was sitting on the bed with his laptop, no doubt searching for another case to work on. After all, that was their job. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.
"Dean, you can't live off of just beer, hamburgers, and pie," Sam said with disdain as Dean emptied the shopping bag of its contents.
"Well, I've been eating like this for years and I'm as healthy as ever," Dean replied sharply.
"Dude, I'm just saying, it's going to catch up with you sometime." Sam brushed his long hair out of his face and looked back to his computer. "Anyway, I think I found us a case. It's in Wyoming."
"What is it? Ghost? Demon?"
"I'm thinking werewolf. A couple of people have been found in Gillette with their hearts ripped out of their chests."
"Sounds like a werewolf. This is open and shut," Dean said, pulling out a road map and sitting down on his bed. "Gillette is about six hours from here. We'll leave first thing tomorrow." Sam nodded and they spent the rest of the night talking about the case before drifting off to sleep, each with one hand uner their pillow holding a gun.
