His name is Sam

Chapter 8

Sam ran over to the counter top next to the mini fridge and pulled a large, greasy, white bag off. he brought it over to the table and dumped out the contents we each grabbed 2 hamburgers and dug in. there were a total of 15 burgers we finished em' all. not even crumbs to spare. Dean sat back in his chair and let out a deep grumble of regret. Sam and i made paper airplanes out of the burger wrappers and tossed them at dean. Dean passed out right in the chair, didnt even stay awake for pie... 

"so sam is it just you and your brother here?"

"Yeah my dad came with us at first but he left this morning for another salt 'n' burn case two towns over he should be home tommorrow night."

"so what are you two hunting?"

"im not sure..."sam said while he scratched his head in awe."just a sec..."

        Sam scurried off into another room and came back with his backpack and pulled out a big manilla folder, an old leather bound journal, and a couple of lore books. he pulled a couple of pictures out of the folder and showed them to me.

"i swear ive seen these somewhere... OH MY GOD."

"what!?" 

"Sam i have thes same pictures in the car, we are both here on the same case..."

"oh... well what are you waiting for?, lets go grab your stuff"

        sam and i headed out to the blue beauty in the parking lot i unlocked the car and retrieved my bag from the back seat. we went back inside and compared research for hours.

        i woke up at the hotel table face in a book, but a blanket wrapped around me. I let out a big yawn and looked around  the room,dean was passed out on the bed nearest the window. I heard the shower running, "must be sam" i thought to myself. i started to clean up and organize the papers, books, and everything else. just as i finished sam came out. 

"good morning!" he said in a cheerful tone

"good morning, sam"

"well dean is still out, so what do ya say we go pick up some breakfast?"

"i'll be ready in five"