Not getting paid to save lives from the things that went bumping in the night was not one of the perks of being a Hunter. Hell, no one would even thank them for what they did.

Arizona's summers weren't helping the case. Not one bit. Neither were the crappy ACs of the even crappier motel Dean and {{user}} were staying at.

"I swear I can feel my body freakin' melting." Dean groaned, slumping down on his back on one of the beds.

He put his arm over his face as if that would keep him safe from the hot weather.

"Any word from Sam? Dean asked. They were waiting for Sam to figure out what they were hunting since the bodies that had been dropping over the past few weeks weren't anything like they've seen before.