(.Picture above: Dean's death glare.)

"Where the he..."

"Dean!" Sam
Interrupted. "We just went to go check out one of the crime scenes, that's all" Sam reassured Dean as we stepped out of the car.

"Don't you ever let her get hurt. You hear?!" He immediately started to stroke his car and lay his cheek down on the hood. Ugh, men.

"Dean, I know, ok. Stop worrying." Sam opened the trunk and grabbed a bag out. "Let's go inside. We need to talk about this case." Me and Dean both exchanged a death stare before starting to walk. I was going to be with these boys for who knows how long. This is not going to go well.

We had gotten settled, talked about what me and Sam had found, and were now getting lunch at a nearby diner. It was more like linner, I guess, since it was 3:20 pm. Sam ordered food like a normal person would, but Dean. Holy cow, could that boy eat. He ended up ordering two bacon hamburgers, a big slice of pie with a side of ice cream and whipped cream, a beer, and a whole cob of corn. Me, on the other hand ordered steak and a side of potatoes.

"If we are going to catch this demon, we have figure out where it is first." Sam was trying to get rid of the silence at the table, because all there was was the sound of me and Dean smacking our food like cows.

"No da we have to find where it is. That's the hard part, though. It could in anyone, anywhere." Dean was too lazy to think about this case. So, me and Sam just talked, while Dean kept inhaling his food.

"There must be some connection between the demon's targets. Did you see any similarities about the victims? Maybe criminal record? They could have physical or emotional similarities?" Sam was looking at the files and the descriptions of the victims before they were killed.

"Well the only thing is that all of these people lived on the same street. I thinks it just random. All different ages, genders, and jobs." Sam looked confused.

"We'll take a look at the other crime scenes later. But, right now, I would like to ask Dean why he is such a grumpy potato?" I looked at Dean, who know had his whole unswallowed pie in his mouth like a chipmunk.

"I don't like you." Dean mumbled girlishly.

All I could think to say was, "That's nice."
* it's called sarcasm people. google it