"So, do you think we have case in...Pearl River, New York?" asked the elder Winchester, glancing at his brother in the passenger seat of his '67 Impala. They were currently on their way to the state as they spoke.
"Uh, well, maybe? It says here that there have been a few mysterious deaths," Sam started, looking through the files he'd been able to find. He'd pulled them up after aimlessly searching for another monster to gank. "But, I can't really pinpoint any connection between them. The deaths aren't similar in any fashion, but- get this- the victims did seem to live relatively close to one another."
Dean let out a small sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, it's better than nothing, right?" He asked, missing the little, adrenaline-filled adventures the duo would have when on a hunt. It had been quiet for some time in the world of deadly news. Hopefully, Pearl River would yield deaths that happened not-so-naturally.