@atleastimnotafraidofflying || Deadly Games
“Sammy!” Dean pushed open the motel room door, and his call was greeted with silence. That wasn’t anything new, Sam was probably at the library or researching or whatever it was the bookworm did. Dean dumped his bags of food on the table, grinning. He’d fulfilled Sam’s list of rabbit food and healthy crap, and then gone on his own mental list. He pulled out a box that contained half a pie, nodding with a smile. ”Cake is not pie,” He said outloud to the empty room, “This is pie,” He put it back down on the table, to be attacked later, and pulled out the files that contained pictures, information, and data.
He flopped down on his back, pulling out one of the papers and starting to read. Sam usually did all this research crap, but Dean at least wanted to know what they were barreling into. From the looks of it, the attacks were being carried out by the “Midnight Man”, and old Pagan monster. Stupidly enough, the Midnight Man could only get in if people invited him in. Dean had researched, and it was some kind of sick game for fucking thrill seekers. People all over the town had been trying it, and almost a quarter had ended up dead, even more sent insane by the hallucinations the Midnight Man provoked.