The old, run-down motel creaked and groaned as the wind shifted against the walls. Sam was in bed on his laptop, researching and learning as much as he could about the current entity him and Dean were hunting before they risked their lives trying to kill it. "Can it get any more complicated?" He sighed, taking a fistful of his hair into his hand in anger as he glared at the bright screen, continuing to read whatever articles and evidence he found. "This is bullshit, I've never heard of it."