Cliché

Siren

       Sam rolled over on his side, falling off the bed. He groaned slightly and looked to see if he had woke up his brother. Dean's bed was empty and made up. Sam gave a slight look of panic before the motel door opened.
       "Mornin' Sammy." Dean greeted, tossing the Impala's keys onto his bed. He set down a brown bag next to the keys.
       "Where were you? And what time is it?" Sam rubbed his eyes then sat back up on the bed. Dean shrugged as he pulled food out of the bag.
       "First off, it's almost 11. Second, I swung by the station and took the sheriff for breakfast." He smiled at the Sheriff's name. Sam furrowed his eyebrows before getting off the bed and waltzing into the bathroom. Dean bit into a breakfast sandwich and moan loudly.
       "Dude, that's gross," Sam commented before closing the bathroom door. The older Winchester smirked and moaned louder into the second bite.
       "What am I even witnessing?" Gabriel asked, standing next to Castiel. Dean jumped slightly before giving Gabe the death stare.
       "Can you guys just knock for once?" Dean sassed before biting into his sandwich again. Gabriel hopped over to Sam's bed, collapsing onto it.
       "How would I knock as I'm flying-?" Dean looked at Cas questionably. The angel sighed before sitting at the table.
       "So where's the moose?" Gabriel looked around the room, waiting for Sam to appear.
       "You're the archangel, figure it out." Cas sighed. Gabriel pursed his lips then teleported out of the motel room.
       "Isn't he supposed to be dead?" Dean asked, stuffing trash into the bag that he had brought.
       "Yeah, he'll probably erase our memories after he's done being weird." Cas and Dean shrugged in unison. With a blink of an eye, Cas was gone. Sam came out of the bathroom, his hair looking perfect.
       "Sammy, did- Did you go in there to brush your hair?" Dean tilted his head. Sam stared back at him.
       "No, shut up." He walked over to his 'FBI' suit that rested on one of the chairs. Dean cackled before grabbing his suit and rushing to the bathroom. Sam shook his head at his older brother. He walked over to his bed and changed into his suit.

       The Impala purred as she pulled into the police station's parking lot. It was becoming a routine for the car. The brothers stepped out of the car and walked into the police station. Not long after, the sheriff came running to them.
              "Agents oh my god!" She grabbed Dean by the arm and pulled him into her office. Sam followed with a questioned look on his face. The brothers sat down and the Sheriff rushed behind her desk, grabbing a file in the process. "There was another tragedy last night... I had just visited them the night before." She calmed a bit, letting the situation sink in. A look of pain and guilt settled on her face. "God I should've known too. When Agent Page and I went out for breakfast this morning," Both Dean and Sheriff Hanks blushed slightly. "Madison wasn't at the cafe. She's always there on Wednesday's because she doesn't go to work until 10:30..." Sheriff Hanks was on the verge of tears yet she stayed strong. Sam grabbed the file and read through it.
       "Sheriff it says the entire family was found in the living room Dea- But the husband was found in their bedroom, hanging from the ceiling fan. This case is like all the others, yes?" The sheriff nodded her head lightly. Sam stood up, nudging Dean to follow in his actions. "Me and Agent Plant will go to the crime scene," Dean looked at his brother with sad eyes.
       "Actually, I was going to stay with Sheriff Hanks. Keep her company you know?" Sam rolled his eyes to where only Dean could see it.
       "Fine, I'll go." With that, Sam left the Sheriff's office and left the station.
       "Agent, you didn't have to stay with me." Sheriff Hanks let her head hang low, feeling guilty that she was keeping the Agent from doing his job. Dean put his hand on hers and smiled.
       "It's ok, I'll stay as long as you need me to."

       Sam pulled up at a house that was surrounded by police tape. He stepped out of the Impala, showing his badge to any officer about to tell him to leave. He was let in the house by the same officer he had met at the last crime scene. Sam's stomach churned at the sight of the living room. The mother lay on the couch, bruises around her neck. The husband probably used the same rope he used to hang himself. The two children were in front of the TV, laying still with the same bruises on their necks. Sam shuttered at the sight before walking off into the bedroom. The husband was taken down from the fan and was laying on the bed. All Sam could do was shake his head.
       "Mornin' Agent." Sam turned around to meet eyes with an officer. He was young, maybe mid-20s.
       "Good morning officer..." The officer narrowed his eyes at Sam.
       "Actually, not 'good morning'. Seeming the circumstances were under while being here." He shrugged before wandering off the talk to one of the neighbors. Sam continued to scope around for a while. He gave up a bit later seeming as he couldn't find anything unusual. He already knew he and Dean were after a siren. He just had to figure out who it was. He had a feeling he already knew...

BWAH! I'm so sorry that this book is getting worse and worse. I'm really trying though... Well, I'll try my best to actually get out a good chapter. :/