Dean sat back in the motel couch, exhausted.
"Damn, that whole angel ordeal? What a load of pricks."
Sam gave a slight smile as he broke away from his laptop.
"They weren't too bad."
"Yeah, right," Dean half-laughed. "Not bad at all. Better than demons, I suppose."
"Mm. Way better. Crowley is really starting to piss me off."
"Seriously." Dean replied.
Sam swiveled around in his seat.
"So, get this.. That lack of the eyes on the victim? Not an angel. There was several eye-witnesses saying they saw a man actually gouge the vic's out," Sam gave a scoff. "It's gotta be possession."
Dean looked sidelong at his brother.
"So what are we thinking? Demon? Ghost maybe?"
Sam looked back at the screen. "Well, it's hard to tell... we'd have to get a first hand look."
Dean stood up. "Well, I'm down for that. I finished my beer. Let's hit the road." He said setting down his empty beer.
"Uh.. now? Well, you see, I'm pretty tired..," Sam said, rubbing his palm, remembering those sleepless days not too long ago.
"Really? Fine, I'll go, ya pansy. You stay here, and I'll go take a look." Dean smirked, "Catch ya later."
Sam raised his hand goodbye.
"Right. See you."
