Brothers in Nightvale

Part B

"Nothing is coincidence. There's no such thing as chance, or Fate. It's all an illusion. But sometimes... in those true, rare moments... something happens that was not supposed to happen.

"Welcome... to Nightvale."

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Sam was the first to wake up, which was not uncommon. What was uncommon, however, was the noise that woke him up. He didn't remember setting the alarm, but maybe Dean did? Also, it was almost noon. Sam never woke up this late; he liked to get a jog in before Dean woke up. Although, Sam wasn't sure if he really wanted to go for a jog in this town...

That radio host, Cecil, was talking again. Did he ever shut up? At least the sun rose quietly... Sam thought.

Dean was snoring loudly on the bed, and Sam threw a pillow at him. "Dude, get up," he called. When his brother didn't stir, the taller Winchester huffed and whopped his brother on the head.

"Kelly Clarkson!" Dean yelled, sitting up straight and stifling a yawn.

Sam smirked as he grabbed his laptop and sat back down on his bed, leaning against the head board. "Sleep well?" he asked.

His brother groaned in response, and Sam took that as a 'no.'

"Please tell me I was not the only one who saw those weird flashing lights?" Dean cocked an eyebrow, and stood up, heading towards the mini fridge. "I mean, between the annoying sound of a setting sun and freakin' lights above Arby's over there, I'm just about ready to hit the road, man. Let these weirdos handle it themselves."

Sam was tempted to agree and book it out of town, but he knew better; they couldn't abandon a job, even if they didn't quite get what the job was.

"I guess we could call Bobby," the younger suggested. "See if he knows anything about this place."

Dean shrugged. "Seems like a good idea as any." He took a swig out of his beer and trudged to the bathroom. "Let me know what he says."

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"Hello listeners.

"Our guests are still here, or so I've heard. Their Impala is sitting front of the old motel in Old Nightvale, but I have not seen them.

"What is their purpose? What brought them here? Why hasn't Carlos reblogged my wood carving of Khoshekh?

"All good questions, with the answers unknown."

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"What do you mean you're in Nightvale?" Bobby demanded through the speaker. "Haven't you boys heard what goes on down there?"

"That's... why we're here, Bobby," Sam said, looking confused.

"Hunters avoid that place for a reason. The folks down there can't live without all that supernatural crap going on," Bobby explained. "They've got an invisible clock towers that moves. If you took someone out of that town, I think they'd go on a rampage."

"Invisible clock tower?" Dean repeated, glancing out the window. "This town just gets weirder and weirder, man."

"I'm surprised you boys even found that place," Bobby sighed. "I've heard a lot of hunters going after it, and most never do."

"Most?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The ones that do don't come back."

There was silence.