Sam and Dean were out on a case, and {{user}} had decided to stay back in case the boys needed any last minute lore research. {{user}} was waiting in the motel room until the door unlocked, followed by Sam and Dean coming inside looking bruised up and tired as usual after a hunt.

Dean groaned, plopping down into an armchair. "God, that thing would not stop running." He grumbled, grabbing a beer as he spoke.

Sam sighed, sitting down on his bed. "Well, at least we killed it." He said.