----I will be adding more if I get a good response : )----

P.S. There is more to the story. Refer to the top line! :p

     The purr of the Impala was strong. The music was faint but it was there. Dean was sitting in the drivers seat tapping his fingers on the wheel. Sam came out of a building about halfway down the road. When he got to the car, he opended the door and slid in, Dean turned the music down.

       "You find anything?" Dean smirked but was hopeful.

       "Yeah, there have been four cases in the past two weeks."

       "Well whoever it is isn't wasting time!" Dean smiled, he put the car in drive and pulled onto the street. Sam looked down at the papers in his hand.

       "Well that's not the weirdest part.."

       "It never is" Dean turned the music back up. Sam laughed at Dean's comment.

       "..well in the past two years there have been eight of the same cases. This stuff hapens every six months durring a two week period. Four people always go missing"

       "Sammy sounds like our kinda mess, where we heading?" Sam grew a huge smile on his face 

       "...well you'll be happy dean! We have to go to Hawaii!" Dean whipped his head and looked at Sam. Sam broke out into uncontrollable laughter.

       "No. Seriously dude." Dean looked pissed..

       "We gotta head to California." Sam's voice had droped. Dean noticed right away.

       "They have strippers. Don't they?"

Sam looked confused but he smiled "Yeah..pretty sure they do"

Dean smiled "Okie Dokie"

          Dean slammed on the Chevy's gas and turned the music higher. Sam feel asleep.

          Once DEan made it just outside of Palo Alto Dean Slammed on the brakes and Sam flew forward..