Hello Darkness My Old Friend

"How can this be happening, Sam?" Dean asked, turning to look at his younger brother who was sitting next to him in the diner booth, typing away at his laptop. "There is nothing going on. It's crazy! I mean, I was expecting plague and the sky to be raining frogs, but I guess the Apocalypse was too much to ask for."

"I don't understand either, Dean. Amara hasn't been killing for sport recently, and I can't seem to find anything." Sam's forehead was wrinkled in concentration as he continued to search for anything that could be connected with the supernatural. "Wait..." Sam said suddenly, clicking on a link. "How about this? 'Man jumps from bridge into foot deep water and survives.' This could be something. Demonic possession maybe?"

"Don't get your hopes up, Sam. The dude found his wife doing some other dude and tried to off himself. Big whoop." Dean began drumming his fingers on the diner table impatiently. How could this be happening?! He didn't understand that there was a lull in the supernatural activity. "This sucks a*s, Sammy," Dean said exasperatedly, slamming his head down onto the table with a groan.

"Hey, Dean. I think I've got something good here." Sam tapped his groaning brother on the shoulder.

"What now, Sam? Don't give me some lame a*s story."

Sam looked at Dean, not sure if he should tell him. he would probably just shoot this one down like all the others, but something told him he should tell him anyways, so he did. "well, this lady was found dead in her home," Sam paused, waiting to see if Dean would say anything, but Dean just put his head back down. "It says here that her daughter found her in the garage with her stomach slashed."

Dean hit his head on the table a few times before responding. "So what? Some psycho came into her house and murdered her, stuff like this happens every day."

"Oh, so girls find their mothers in the garage with their stomachs slashed, suspended to the ceiling on a regular basis. That's just a normal, everyday occurrence?" Sam's eyebrows lifted in question, and a smirk crossed his face as he saw Dean slowly lift his head off the table.

Dean wasn't sure if he had heard Sam correctly, so he asked, "On the ceiling? Like mom and Jessica?"

"Exactly like Mom and Jessica." As Sam said this comment, the victorious look on his face faded.

Dean was still flabbergasted. "That can't be right. That's the way Yellow Eyes did his dirty work, and he's long gone."

Sam quickly scanned the page again before responding. "It doesn't say anything about the garage catching on fire. Maybe it's a copycat demon."

Dean stayed silent before answering simply, "Or maybe...it's Amara."

Sam swallowed, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down. He looked from the laptop's screen to Dean quickly. He didn't want to admit it, but Dean's thought did seem logical. Sam hated that it might be true, so he simply nodded.

Dean knew what Sam meant with his simple nod. Dean wiped his sweaty palms onto his faded jeans and suddenly stood up. "Then, let's go." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door of the diner. He turned back and asked, "Where are we going exactly?", as if it were an afterthought.

"Some place down South, a small town in Georgia called 'Jesup'," Sam answered, putting his laptop into the bag and grabbing his own jacket.

A shiver went down Dean's spine as he pulled out the keys to his 1967 Chevy Impala. "Small towns always gave me the creeps," was his final statement before heading out the door, his younger brother following close behind.