In a small, melancholic motel in Kansas City, America, Sam and Dean occupied room 221, which was on the second floor. With a sigh, Dean heavily fell back onto his bed, his arms spread out. Sam was sat at the small wooden table, over his laptop. Above is a very short extract because I want the story line to not be ruined. It's a SuperWhoLock fan fiction! *** For now I think I won't be working on this, but I may come back to this one day in the future. Thank you for reading!