“Sam. Sammy. Wake up.”
Sam squinted in the pre-dawn darkness. “Since when are you up earlier than me?” He said as Dean tossed a paper-wrapped object at his bed.
“Eh, thought I’d get us some breakfast.” Dean shook an identical wrapped object - which turned out to be a cheeseburger - with a grin. “Remember that old joint, ‘Winstead’s?’”
Sam didn’t and Dean knew that. He picked up his burger, raising an eyebrow at the older Winchester. “You couldn’t sleep, could you?”
“No, I just kinda figured… I’d explore the town a little, see what’s changed since we’ve been here,” Dean shrugged. “Plus, it’s not like it was a joyride, I took a jog too.”
Sam stared at him.
Dean coughed. “Okay, no I didn’t, but I did run by the police station, and guess what?”
“What?” Sam said through a mouthful of cheeseburger. “Ugh. Tastes like type-2 diabetes.”
“The vics were killed outside basically the only new thing in this town; a warehouse,” Dean explained, rolling his eyes at Sam’s distaste of classic American food. “This place has stayed almost the same since we were kids - except that warehouse, which was built a year ago by something called Nix Inc., but nobody really knows what it’s for.”
“Nix Inc…. sounds like a pest-control company,” Sam groaned, running a hand through his hair and checking the clock; it read barely 5:30am.
“That’s what I thought, but that company doesn’t have any warehouses near here; I checked.”
Sam grunted, rolling out of bed. “Guess we’re gonna go for a visit, then.”
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Ancient Powers
ParanormalSam and Dean go work a case in their hometown of Lawrence, Kansas, to find that they don't know quite everything about demons. *contains one of my OCs.
