Knocking on Death's door

CHAPTER 2

Sam and Dean arrived at the motel and parked their car, never noticing their followers. Sam and Dean got out the car and Sam looked over his shoulder but there was nothing on the empty road. He could have sworn he felt something watching him. He shrugged it off and followed his brother inside. His brother had already gotten them a room and thanked the young man behind the desk.

"Let's go Sam," he said and they headed to their room. Sam was still bothered by something but couldn't quite place his finger on it. Dean opened the door and claimed the furthest bed from the door and close to the window by tossing his bag on it. Sam settled for the other one and closed the door behind him.

"Hey," Sam said, "did you see that blue jeep on the road behind us?" He asked as he took off his jacket and set his own bag full of books and his stuff on the floor.

Dean had picked up a magazine and lay on top of his bed. He glanced at Sam from above the magazine.

"No," he said after thinking for a second, "why?" He asked but he'd already turned back to his magazine.

"Well," Sam continued anyway, "they seemed to have been following us and it was the same jeep the deputy stopped earlier, then one driven by some school kids."

Dean recalled the event and put his magazine down. He rubbed his chin.

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully, "could be. Say it was them, why would they follow us? Couldn't they just have been passing through or looking for a room?"

He said unconcerned. Sam shrugged,

"They seemed local, given the Deputy knew them, what business would they have here?"
The motel wasn't exactly a pretty sight so it had been set on the most west corner of town, incredibly close to the woods.

Sam shrugged it off,
"probably nothing," he said, more to himself than Dean. He made his way to his own bed and given there was no desk he placed his books on it. All of them were from every corner of lore around the world, or at least most, he couldn't possibly bring all the books from the men of letters, but he trusted these to be enough.

He plopped down on the bed and began opening them, searching in the index for anything that might be of any help. Dean got up from his own bed.

"Alright Sam, I'll go do some research of my own."

Dean said and crossed the room in two strides. Sam nodded, looking up from his books briefly,

"Yeah, okay."

He said and Dean was out the door again. Sam was slightly worried, his brother seemed oddly distant lately but he couldn't figure out why.

He dropped the thought and went back to his book.

"He's not answering," Scott said, getting more worried by the minute as the two of them drove slowly down the empty streets of Beacon Hills.

"Hey Scott, calm down, he could just be busy alright. We'll call him back later, we should visit the Sheriff station first then."

Scott bit his lip, still not feeling right about this. Shouldn't they go and check on Deaton. But it had happened before that he simply left his phone in the wrong place or his day was filled appointments. So he nodded.

"Alright, let's go."
"Great!"

Stiles changed gears to speed up the car when the phone rang. Hoping it was Deaton Scott opened his phone hastily when he realised that wasn't his ring tone. Besides, the sound was coming from somewhere else. It was Stiles' phone. Stiles didn't notice either, he was looking out of the window with one eye and had the other on the road, his arm up on the window, completely calm. He turned to his friend as he felt Scott's eyes bore into him.