#superwolf-rpg

Dean nodded, "Yeah, okay." He went across the street to the gas station and returned about fifteen minutes later. He looked at the motel as he stepped out of the car, "I miss the Men of Letters bunker already." He grabbed the full grocery bags out of the back seat and went inside, "So what are we this time, Sammy? Old faithful, FBI? US Marshals? State Police? Game Wardens?" He paused a moment, "They have predator control in Northern California don't they?" He sat the bags down on the room's main table, took out the beer and put it in the mini-fridge.

The black Impala passed the sign saying, "Welcome to Beacon Hills." Dean nodded, "Looks like we're here, Sammy." The first thing that came to Dean's mind was how rural the place looked. He hadn't expected Beacon Hills to be as northern California as it was. The first thing that came into view was a gas station. And a few yards passed that was a motel. Dean looked to Sam, "That works for me. Supplies won't be far, and it's in town, but it's not IN town." He pulled into the motel and parked in front of the clerk's office, "So you wanna check in, and I'll go get the beer and stuff?"

The black Impala rode down Main Street of Beacon Hills. Only one man sat in the slow rumbling car. The man parked the car, turned it off, and stepped out. Dean Winchester was in Beacon Hills. He was wearing a suit and talking on the phone, "Yeah, no, usual. Nobody knows anything. Story was the same at the morgue and the Sheriff's office, 7 bodies over the last two months, all ruled as animal attacks, and... yep, you guessed it, not a heart left in the bunch.... No, lunar cycles don't coincide. Supports the pure blood claim.... Yeah, I'm gonna refuel here at the local watering hole, maybe see if some of the locals got a looser tongue.... Yeah, call me if you find somethin' out." He tapped end call and placed the phone in his inside jacket pocket. He walked into the local bar and grill and took a quick glance around, spotting the exits and making a mental note of everyone inside. He went up to the bar and took a stool, the server came right up, "What can I get you?"  Dean nodded, "Yeah, can I get a bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon, slice of apple pie if ya got it, and..." He checked his watch, "Hmm, I guess iced tea for now." The server nodded, "Comin' right up." "Thanks." Dean turned on the stool and looked around. Thinking to himself that there were supposed to be other hunters there, and a boatload of werewolves. He glanced at each of the people at their tables, on their stools, in their booths. Wondering to himself if any of them were there now in that very bar and grill.