As the wheels of the classic black 1967 Chevrolet Impala came to a halt outside a motel, John climbed outside and you followed. It was raining heavily which slammed against the roof of his car, John surveyed the car park and took in the few cars that were there, the place looked rundown but still in business but to him, this was fine, he wasn't interested in the place looking like a five start hotel. As long as it was habitable, it was fine to him. His two sons, Sam and Dean Winchester, had also been left in the care of Bobby Singer as John did not want them on this case.

After bagging up a few important items, you and John went to the desk to pay for your rooms though you both took separate ones realising just how small the rooms were after seeing the inside of an empty one just before the two of you had entered. After securing all of your items in your room and lining part of the floor in salt, you locked the door and went to John's room which was opposite in order to continue the case you were investigating with him which was rare for someone like John Winchester as he preferred to work alone. Upon entering, you saw John pinning newspaper clippings, pictures and notes on the wall and pieces of red string to connect the important pieces together.

After making sure all the pieces were secure, he stepped back. "Just heard back from Bobby, he says the boys are fine and that he'll call back if something's wrong." He explained throwing the excessive string into his leather brown duffel bag. There was a brief moment in his eyes as if he was regretting this team-up but he shoved that mindset aside knowing there were more important things to focus on now. "Well we know it's not that demonic son of a bitch that killed Mary." Mary was his wife that had been killed in early November of 1983 by a demon leading to John to go down a path of revenge ever since her death.

You looked at the various items on the wall as you tried to pin together what it was that you and the Winchester patriarch were tracking down. The deaths you were investigating were definitely not one done by a demon nor was it the work of a werewolf but that did not narrow it down as there were plenty of threats out to get you, him and other hunters. "Hearts are still intact so definitely not a werewolf and no bite marks so we can say it's not a vampire's doing." He confirmed concluding that the blood-sucking monsters were not behind the murders or attacks. "So long as we listen to the radio and check for any police cars, we might actually have an idea what we're dealing with." he said gruffly peeking just ever so slightly through the blinds as voices came through the radio quietly but still loud enough to be heard.

"And just because I'm tolerating right now does not mean this is going to become a common thing, you got that?" He said with a gruff tone, it was that kind of tone that you had heard him speak in when he addressed Sam and Dean and you knew that that kind of tone was the kind of tone he used when he demanded respect. "You're only here because Bobby trusts you and I have to trust him." He mumbled still not pleased with having to work with someone, he turned back to face the wall of knowledge the two of you had obtained. "Also not a vengeful spirit or a ghoul..." He muttered still trying to pinpoint what it could be. "And I don't want to call Bobby, we don't need anyone else's help." He stated focusing on one of the clippings thinking that maybe he had just missed something, his eyes scanned the words hoping that something would just jump out at him but nothing did and that added to his clearly visible growing frustration.

"We'll get whatever it is." He promised as you also started your own search for clues, it wasn't fun by any means but then again, it was either be safely tucked away somewhere doing research or out on the field where the danger was where you were at risk of death if you went unprepared. But whatever this was, you and John were going to find it.

The rain however continued its assault on the windows as the harsh winds also bellowed.