Super-Diaries

Part 1

 Outside the Grey Hills Motel in Bowman, South Carolina on a Tuesday morning, a black '67 Chevy Impala pulled into the parking lot, parked, and shut off its loud engine. A tall man with dark brown hair down to his shoulders got out of the drivers seat and locked the car. With two coffees in his hands, he walked towards room number 26, put the key in the lock, and opened the door. He walked in to find another man, this one with short brown hair that sticks up in the front, sleeping on one of the two queen size beds. The long haired man smiled, crumpled up a napkin, and threw it at the sleeping man, who then rolled over quickly, drawing a gun from under his pillow and pointed it at the long haired man.

"Woah, Dean, it's just me." The long haired man said as he raised his hands up in surrender.

"Sam, how many times do I have to tell you, don't sneak up on me while I'm sleeping. I could have shot you." Dean said, annoyed.

"Sorry," Sam said, laughing a little at his brother's over reaction. "I got coffee and I found us a new case." Sam handed Dean the coffee and sat down on the bed, opening his laptop. Dean flinched at the brightness of the screen. "In Mystic Falls, Virginia five people went missing until two were found three days later, another was found the day after that, and the last two were found two days after that. They were all found in different parts of the woods all around the town, dead, and with strange markings on their necks and blood drained. The police called them 'animal attacks' but it sounds like something else to me." Sam said looking at his older brother.

"Sounds like vampires." Dean said and then he stoped. "Mystic Falls... Mystic Falls," He repeated. "That sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Sam paused. He nodded, thinking about where he knew that town from. "Oh, wait," Dean said suddenly. "Isn't Mystic Falls where dad's old friend, Grayson Gilbert, lives? We should give him a call and let him know that we're coming."

"Oh yeah," Sam said. "His number should be some where in here." He picked up a tattered notebook with their grandfather's initials "H. W." on the inside cover and opened it to a page with a lot of names, phone numbers, and addresses on it. His hazel eyes searched the page until they found the information that they were looking for. Sam pointed to the name on the page and read the number out to Dean who put it into his phone. Dean put the phone up to his ear and listened to it ring until it stopped. He listened a little longer and then took the phone away from his ear and hung up. Sam looked at Dean waiting to hear what happened to make Dean hang up without saying a word.

"The number has been disconnected." Dean said as he put the phone down on the night stand and got up off the bed. Sam stood too, moved to his own bed, and sat back down looking at their father's worn out book some more. "I'm going to shower. Get your stuff together and we'll leave after I get out." Dean walked into the bathroom, pulling off his shirt and closed the door behind his muscular back. Sam put the book down to start gathering his clothes. He put his stuff on the bed and started folding them up and placing them into a duffle bag. He heard the shower turn on and the curtain being pulled back and then a few seconds later, it being drawn closed again. He continued to pack his clothes into the bag when he heard singing coming from the bathroom.

"Rising up, back on the street... Did my time, took my chances... Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive." Sam heard his brother sing the first few lines of the familiar song, smiled, and shook his head to himself. He chuckled at his brother's song choice and finished packing. A few minutes later Dean opened the door to the bathroom.

"It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight, rising up to the challenge of our rival," Dean sang to himself as he left the bathroom, entering the bed area where Sam was sitting, on his laptop. Sam looked up at Dean and he stopped singing. "What?" Dean asked, seeing his brother's amusement. Sam shook his head. Dean walked over to his bed, picked up a maroon tee shirt and smelled it. He then shrugged and put it on over his wet chest and abs. Dean picked up his towel and tousled his head with it to dry his hair.

"Find anything on Grayson and why his phone number might not be working?" Dean asked as he took the towel off his head and put a black and gray flannel over his shoulders.

"Yeah," Sam said. "Grayson Gilbert died a few years ago. He apparently drove his car over the side of a bridge with his wife and daughter inside. They said that it was because of the slick roads from the rain. He and his wife died but their daughter was able to escape the car as it sunk and made it to the surface. Do you remember her?"

"Oh yeah," Dean said, remembering that he had a daughter. "Grayson has two kids though, right?"

"Yeah, Elena and Jeremy were the kids names." Sam said, double checking the article. "We should check on them when we get to Virginia. They were pretty young the last time we saw them. They must be in high school now." He said with worry in his voice. "God knows we know how it feels to lose a parent or two."

"Okay, are you ready to go?" Dean asked as he picked up his remaining clothes, crumpled them, and threw them into his duffle. Sam scoffed at his brother's untidiness and grabbed his own bag and headed for the door. They checked out at the front desk and threw their bags into the back seat of the Impala. Sam tossed the keys over the top of the car to Dean before getting in the passengers seat. Dean started the car and pulled out of the motel parking lot to start heading towards Mystic Falls, VA. Dean put in a cassette tape and cranked the sound up so they can hear the song loud and clear over the roar of the wind whipping past the car. Dean sang along to the song that he had put on as the car sped towards their destination, leaving South Carolina in their dust.