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Chapter 1
Sam Winchester awoke to the strong aroma of coffee and maple bacon.
“Up and at ‘em Sammy!” Smiled Dean Winchester as he stuffed four pieces of bacon into his mouth.
Sam sat up, “You look cheerier than normal”.
Dean took a sip of his coffee, “We got a job!”
It had been three weeks since the battle in the barn between Castiel, Uriel, and Anna. Neither Dean nor Sam had heard from Castiel since then and things have been quiet. Who knows where Anna sent her Angel brethren.
“A job huh? What’s the details?”, Sam said as he put on his sized twelve brown hiking boots.
“Here, let me show you.” Dean said while still chewing bacon.
Sam joined Dean at the small dining table in their hotel room. Dean spun Sam’s laptop into view to show a picture of a very pale, young blonde woman in her mid-twenties. The title read, “Young woman found murdered in Motel Room”.
Sam looked puzzled, “How is this a job?”
Dean smiled, “She was found drained of her blood, but there were no puncture wounds.”
Sam sat up from his chair, “Sounds like our kind of job.” He put his coat on and put his laptop in his black bag.
Dean slid over a big plate of freshly cooked bacon. “We can go once you finish breakfast. Nothing like the delicious taste of crispy pig to get you excited for a case.” Dean grinned and took another bite.
Sam pushed the bacon to the side, “I’ll just take some coffee. It’s too early for me to eat anything”, Sam said as he saw the rectangular digital clock reading 4:26 A.M.
Dean scoffed, “Your loss.” As he stuffed more bacon into his mouth.
The brothers drove past a sign reading, “Leaving Georgia”. They had about a two-hour drive from Athens, Georgia to Greenville, South Carolina, the location of the murder.
The song, “Ramble On”, by Led Zeppelin could be heard blasting away in their black ’67 Chevy Impala. It was Dean’s favorite song, so he couldn’t help but sing along which made Sam smile. They drove about an hour listening to Zeppelin when Sam turned down the music.
“Ah C’mon Sammy, we aren’t done getting “The Led Out”.
Sam spoke up, “Dean, look. It’s great to see you this happy, it really is, but I know you are still dealing with your Hell nightmares and you haven’t mentioned anything to me about it since the fight with Alastair and the Angels.”
Dean’s smile left his face. “I know it bothers you, I get it. To be honest, it’s been kind of nice to have a break from all the evil and whatnot. In fact, I don’t even recall having a nightmare last night. But we ARE hunters Sammy and at the end of the day this is what we do. It’s what Dad would have wanted us to do.”
“I know, but I’m your brother and even though I may not know what you are going through, you can always talk to me about it, I –“
Dean cut Sam off, “I’m tired of talking about it Sam. Until we can find some Hoodoo priest to wipe my memories of Hell, I’m just gonna try and move on. Constantly thing about it, is probably giving me a tumor anyways“, Dean joked. “Besides how can today be any better? I had some great maple flavored bacon, I’m listening to Zeppelin in my Baby”, Dean stroked the dashboard, “And I’m going on a hunt with my brother. Can you please just let me be happy?” Dean grinned playfully.
Sam had to smile back.
Dean turned up the radio, “A whole lotta love! Eeeeeerrrrrr”!
Sam laughed and joined Dean’s singing.
The Winchester’s turned the corner of Bramlet Street and Washington Ave and pulled into the local motel parking lot where the murder happened. They were dressed up in their normal affair, black and white suits. Although Dean decided to wear a purple tie on this occasion.
They walked up to the front desk manager who was asleep at his chair. Dean saw a bell chime and tapped it a couple of times which startled the gentleman behind the desk.
“Oh, sorry!” The gentlemen’s face turned to a sterner look as the boys revealed their badges.
Sam spoke up, “Hello sir, I’m agent Hetfield and this is Agent Ulrich and we’re here to investigate the murder of a young woman who died here a couple of days ago.”
The gentleman looked a bit confused. “We already had the police and a special agent stop by yesterday, but you’re more than happy to check out the room.” He picked up a white card reader, “Room 134 down the hall and to the left”.
“Thanks.” Dean said as they made their way down the hall.
You could still see the yellow caution tape mask the door to Room 134. Dean used the card reader and the brothers both went inside.
The brothers must have searched for two hours and found nothing. No Sulfur. No broken furniture. No blood. Nothing.
“I dunno. The place looks clean. Not even a pillow is out of place”. Dean said.
“Perhaps the police found some evidence and took it in?” Asked Sam.
Dean shook his head and then noticed a card lying next to the front door. “Hmm, what’s this?”
“What is it Dean?”
“Someone’s business card. Master of the Dark Arts?”
“What?” Questioned Sam
“I’m guessing this ‘secret agent’ is a hunter. His name is John Constantine.”