NOVEMBER 27, 2005

You lie in the back of the Impala, legs spread across the seats, as you look at the greenery fade into city. A warm coffee rests in your hands, and you lean your head on the window. Dean looks back at you, silently checking on you every now and then.

Suddenly, Sam jolts awake in front of you in the passenger seat, as Dean and I look over to him with concern. "You okay?" You raise your eyebrow.

Sam sighs, "I take it I was having a nightmare."

Dean furrows his brows, eyeing Sam, "Yeah, another one."

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam semi-optimistically replies.

However, you and Dean aren't exactly fooled by this. "You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean mutters, eyes now back on the road.

You look out the windows, looking at a couple of signs fly by. "Are we here?"

Dean nods, looking at you from the rearview mirror. "Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio."

Sam picks up a newspaper with Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled. It reads 'SHOEMAKER, Steven. The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46. A short service will be held on Wednesday, November 30th at 2PM.

You curiously peak over Sam's shoulder, and speak up, "So what do we think really happened to this guy?"

Dean pulls into a parking spot at the morgue, where Shoemaker's body is being investigated. "That's what we're gonna find out." He smirks, stepping out of the driver's seat. "Let's go."