Disclaimer: I don't own any of these Characters . . . except for the ones you don't recognize. The 'Supernatural' case that the brother's are going to try and solve was said to be real, and I do not own that either, I am just borrowing it for this story.
This story may seem familiar in the first few chapters, but assure you . . . that is not the case.
Enjoy:
"Ouch!" Sam Winchester groaned as something jabbed his ribs. He opened his eyes to reveal his older brother Dean grinning sheepishly at him. His eyes wandered around, and he realized he had fallen asleep in his brother's beloved car.
It had been nothing short of a miracle that Sam had actually fallen asleep with band 'Black Sabbath' blaring loudly throughout the night. Although, hearing his brother singing along was much worse than just plain listening to the loud music.
He hated the nights like that; he had to sleep in that stuffy leather seated death trap. That's how it seemed seeing as Dean's safety zone was above seventy miles per hour, in a thirty-five mile per hour zone. Event the crap hotels were better than this, at least there was a chance that he'd get to sleep on a soft mattress, with a fluffy pillow. Nope. All he was left with was his horribly out of tune older brother, and a crick in his neck.
Rolling his eyes Sam sat up strait and grabbed the plastic cup filled of coffee from the extended hand that belonged to his brother.
"Jesus bro, I wouldn't be surprised if every Windigo in the country heard you snoring last night," Dean grinned widely, knowing that his statement was a rather corny one, but a true one. Luckily for them both, after Sam had fallen asleep and Dean turned down 'Drowning Felicity' his baby brothers snores had kept him awake.
"Ha," Sam quipped sarcastically before taking a big whiff of his coffee. Ah yes, the scent of the gods flittered into his nose and smiled broadly before taking a sip. He looked over to his brother, whose eyebrows were high on his forehead, and a look of complete confusion. "What?" the youngest Winchester asked.
Dean's face scrunched up, contemplating how he should hold the new revelation over his baby brother's head. "Oh nothing . . . it's just that I was afraid you were going to try and make love with your coffee." The oldest brother held an expression of triumph on his face when he heard his brother mumble something like, 'thinks he can push me around.'
"How long have I been out?" Sam asked, relieved that for once nightmares didn't plague his dreams. He missed Jessica, and it was heart wrenching when he had to stare into those bright blue eyes every time he closed his own.
"Only a few hours," Dean replied. The two brothers lapsed into silence, and Dean kept his tired eyes on the road. It was dark out, and around three a.m. "Since dad hasn't sent me any new coordinates, I thought we'd go looking for trouble on our own . . . sound good?" Dean asked trying to suppress his worry for his father for not contacting him for a while.
A light chuckle answered him. "Pull over Dean," Sam all the sudden answered.
Dean fought valiantly not to look worried as he glanced over at his brother. "What's wrong, are you sick?" When his baby brother didn't answer him, he pulled over.
"Switch me spots," Sam told him.
The older Winchester fought hard not to smack Sam in the back of the head. You scared the hell out of me Sammy, Dean's mind screamed out. His face turned to stone and he glared over at his brother. "I'm fine Sammy," Dean taunted with Sam's childhood pet name.
"It's Sam, and no your not, if you keep driving we're both gonna end up dead in a ditch come the morning. You need sleep, and I just got some. It would be better . . . and no doubt safer, if I drove," Sam explained.
"Funny, we've faced Windigo's, a deranged Hook man, thousands of feisty little bugs, not to mention a very pissed of asylum doctor, and your worried about me driving?" The sarcasm was thick within Dean's voice.
"Believe me Dean, your driving scares me more than any of those things ever could," Sam's friendly jest earned him a glared, and a light punch on the shoulder. But he had won out when Dean let out an annoyed gargle and got out of the car to switch places.
"You don't even know where we're going Sammy," Dean complained.
"Didn't you just say we were gonna drive until we found trouble? Clearly it doesn't matter where we're headed," Sam growled.
When Dean didn't answer, Sam looked over to find his brother fast asleep.
The two brothers' sat quietly in the booth at 'Margaret's Diner.' Dean was staring fixedly at the newspaper he held, trying to find the next location for them to obliterate evil. "Sam, I found something . . . Sammy?" Dean looked up from the paper to his brother's head lying across his arms on the ugly table.
Reaching over, Dean flicked Sam's ear, elicting a yelp and a startled jump from the just barely awake young man.
"What the hell was that for?" Sam growled.
"I found our next playground Sammy," Dean chirped. He handed over the newspaper to his brother, who took it and read the headline.
'Livingston: Body of a twenty year old male found in the La Llorona Lake.' Sam read on further. Sixth body found at the lake in two months, the investigations continue, but no suspects have been charged or found guilty. Sam looked up at his brother questioningly, "This doesn't sound odd, it could just be some psycho murderer."
Dean rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh come on, you do this to me all the time . . . besides this could lead to something more . . . maybe it is something out of the ordinary, maybe not. Besides, there isn't anything normal a psycho killer drowning people in a lake."
Sam was at loss for words, after what had happened a few months ago . . . how that little boy had almost drowned in that damned lake because of his grandfather's stupidity . . . why would he want to go doing this again?
"Fine," was the answer.
TBC . . .