Universe of Hell

Chapter 1

"Sam, I'm telling you the truth. I haven't seen anything for days. But it doesn't mean nothing's here." Dean sighed as he drove in his '67 Chevy Impala, on his way to their motel room in Little Rock, Arkansas. "And I'm saying it's weird!" Sam agreed on the other side of the phone. He was currently waiting in their motel room, researching like usual while Dean went to get them food. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "We're talking about this when I get back." With that, he hung up and put his phone up, focusing on the road again.

Once he pulled up outside the motel room, he got out with two bags of food, closed the door of his car before he knocked on the door of the room and waited for Sam to get the door. Sam got up from his bed and went to the door and opened it a minute later.  He let Dean inside and closed the door behind him. Dean grunted as he put the bag of food on the table.

"Just because there's nothing here, doesn't mean something is wrong." Dean said, digging through the bag for his hamburger and pie. Sam went over and brought out his salad after Dean sat on the end of a bed. Sam just rolled his eyes. "You said that when we went to that musical." All Sam had to say was that and Dean immediatly remembered.

Dean sighed again. "Keep looking. Maybe we just haven't dug deep enough." He suggested before he started eating, smiling immediatly when he took his first bite. Sam glanced over at him and chuckled at how easy it was to make Dean smile. "I'll keep looking." Sam agreed and ate as he kept researching.

Dean ate quietly with his brother as Sam researched still. It took about two hours before Sam finally found something. Dean was laying on his bed, feet on the headboard as he played on his phone. He groaned and threw his phone on the bed. Sam looked over when he heard something fall on the floor. Dean met Sam's eyes and sighed. "Flappy Birds is a stupid game." Sam raised an eyebrow, then looked back at his laptop. "I think I found something."

Dean's eyes widened and he immediatly got up, and stood behind Sam, looking over his shoulder. "People are disappearing without any context."

"Alien abduction?" Dean suggested, shrugging. His bright green eyes still on Sam's laptop screen. Sam shook his head. "Aliens don't exist."

"Don't you remember when I was abducted? And I told you they put me on that--Table?"

"The probing table?" Sam looked back at his brother with a small smirk on his face. Dean groaned and rubbed his face. "I told you to never say that."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." Sam smirked. "Your face is priceless." Dean just rolled his eyes at his younger brother and went back to looking at the screen. "So you really think aliens are abducting people?" Dean asked, disbelief was obviously heard. Sam shrugged. "I guess we can see the witness. What was her name again?"

"Alanna Grey." Sam nodded and closed the lid of his laptop. Dean nodded as well and went to grab his car keys and badge. Sam followed him out to the old '67 Chevy Impala and got into the passenger seat as Dean went over and got into the driver's seat. He put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. "Mm. Hear her purr." He smiled and patted the dash board of his car. Sam chuckled as he listened to his brother purring back. After a minute, he pulled out of the parking lot and drove them off to talk to the witness.

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When they got to the witnesses house, the boys both got out and went to the front door of the house. Dean rang the doorbell and they both waited patiently until the young girl, clearly in her early thirties, with dirty blonde hair and bright but sad green eyes staring up at the boys. It was like staring at the female version of Dean. "Hello, Ms. Grey. We're agents Rosenberg and Agent Summers. Can we talk to you about your boyfriend?" Sam asked, gentle with his words.