"So this is the place, Pleasure Island... sounds like a porn I think I saw on HBO last week." Dean smirked at his brother. He pointed to an old black and white photo that sat on the hotel room table next to an old journal and Sam's laptop.
"Thats the only photo I could find. Its pretty old, 1950s I think." said Sam ignoring his brothers sarcastic comments. "The place has been closed since the 30s, and its pretty much impossible to get out to the island without stealing a boat since nobody will go near the place. They claim shallow reefs and rough water." Sam finished reading the website he had pulled up on his laptop. The bright blue glow of its monitor illuminated his tired features, he had been up all night doing research.
"So for some reason kids around here, mostly homeless or trouble maker types are disappearing slightly more than usual for that kind of... lets say lower class citizen. You think this place is it because you found a blog from somebody saying the place is haunted?" Dean raise his eye brows at his brother with his usual condescending tone.
"No blog. I just did the research and it seems a likely place. Kids head out there to hide, or make out on prom night. None of them ever came back. It might be worth a look, its not like we have any other hot leads at the moment. Plus I know you love boats." Sam smiled innocently at his older brother who let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair.
"Yeah. I knew you were gonna say that. I love stealing boats. Im good at it. Its the seasick part Im not in love with." He looked at the floor for a minute, and the cramped little hotel room they had been in for the last three nights was silent.
"Fine. Lets go take a look. But first get some sleep. You look like hell and its easier to commit grand theft when its night time, so you got about 6 hours."
Dean didnt even get to finish the sentance before Sam had leapt to the bed and landed on the springs with a thud. He was asleep almost as fast, the hot southern air was like a blanket. Outside the little city whose name Dean had already forgotten went about its day in the heat of the summer, Dean sat at the window and watched them. They had no idea what was out there, waiting, hungry. It was his and Sam's job to find and exterminate those things. If something was waiting on the island, or it was truly cursed as the local people seemed to think, they would find out why and end it with extreme prejudice.
He leaned back in his chair and felt it click gently against the table behind him. He shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.