Chapter One: not edited

Rory never thought he would find himself in the middle of a road trip - he also never thought he would have to do this alone. The boy cautiously drove further into the town, adults were happily walking their children through the busy streets while cars drove past them, honking their horns. This town was more alive than he thought it would be.  Who knew that Wisconsin would be this way?

But, what Rory Moore didn't know, was that this town was far from alive.

It hadn't taken him long to realize that something in this town was different. A part of him, whether small or large, gave him the insight that he should leave this town and never look back. The not knowing part scared him - but knowing that he could find the answers he needed made him keep driving through the small town. Having fear control his life wasn't something he wanted.

When he was younger, he feared the dark - so terrified that he slept with his parents throughout his childhood. As he got older, his father told him he shouldn't be afraid of the living, but fear the dead. Rory didn't think twice about what he said to him. He thought it was just a way to make him unafraid of the dark. But something deep down told him that his father was right.

Spirits can't be real, right?

His thoughts soon overturned into something darker as he drove deeper into the town. What if his father was truly right? Could spirits really have killed Jessica? Or was it some sick monster that preyed on innocent girls? Whatever it was, he wanted justice for his sister. Rory wouldn't rest until he sees that happen. And yet, when he thought about that, Sam Winchester came to his mind.

Of course, Sam had crossed his mind multiple times, but this time it was different. He wanted to ask him so many questions. Ever since the police informed him about Jessica's boyfriend finding her dead, he wanted answers. Rory tried to reach out to Sam, but every time he did, the Winchester boy would decline his call. That made assumptions appear in his head, whether he liked it or not.

He knew that eventually Sam would answer his call, but until then, he would keep trying.

Rory pulled outside of a small motel that had a neon sign - HOTEL written on the front. He knew he needed to find a place to stay for the night and this was the only building that looked decent in the town. Slowly parking the car, the blonde boy grabs the keys from the ignition, before heading inside of the motel.

The motel from the inside was the complete opposite - chairs were placed in strange positions, papers were disorganized on the front desk, and random books were scattered across the wooden floor. He was appalled that a public organization would allow its staff to treat the motel like garbage.

Pulling his lips in a tight line, Rory approached the lady behind the front desk. The lady was dressed in a bright green uniform with a name tag pinned to the right side of her shirt - Hayley was written in bold letters. When she looked up from the book she was reading, the first thing he noticed was her eyes. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown that had small flecks of golden around her iris - in definition, she was beautiful.

"Hello, sir." The lady set her book down on the counter, a tight smile crossed her face. "Can I help you?"

"I would like to rent a room." Rory replied, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling the cold air that was radiating around the main lobby. He couldn't understand why places like this one felt the need to have their air conditioner at a low temperature.

"How many?"

"I just said I would like to rent a room, how many do you think?" Rory rolled his eyes at the lady behind the desk. "One night." He quickly said before she could get another word out.

Hayley fished for a key behind the counter before handing the blonde the small item. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Rory gave her a fake smile while grabbing the key from the palm of her hand. He went to walk away, but glanced over his shoulder. "A piece of advice, you might want to reread your learner's manual. This motel desperately needs it."

And with that, Rory walked out of the motel and to his car with a chuckle.

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The bell above rung loudly when Rory stepped through the front door of the restaurant. Several heads turned in his direction, curious to see who walked in. Once they realized it was no one special - they adverted their attention back to their empty plates or conversation they were having with someone beside them.

A gust of cold air smacked him in the face when he sat down at a table that was two from being in the middle of the restaurant. He wanted to curse the employees out for making the small diner cold and unpleasant at this time of the day. Even though it's almost two in the afternoon, which meant the sun would be at it's highest. But that doesn't mean it'll still be warm outside.

When he glanced down at his phone, he started to scroll through his contacts. His finger hovered above one name in particular - Sam Winchester. The boy still hasn't answered his calls or even tried to call him back. Thoughts from earlier shortly came back, the ones that brought only dread and misfortune to his heart.

And having these thoughts weren't good for him.

"Can I get you anything else?" A high pitched voice came from two tables behind Rory. He wanted to shiver at how annoying the girl sounded - but he didn't have the energy to do so.

"Just the check, please." Another voice replied, who by the way, sounded a bit annoyed at the girl.

Rory glanced up in time to see a slim blonde walk past his table with short shorts and a bare shirt on. He made a disgusted face when the blonde sent him a wink - anyone with common sense would look away, but Rory was different. Girls these days should know how to dress better. This is a restaurant, not a strip club.

"You know, Sam. We are allowed to have fun once in a while-"

At the sound of the name, Rory's insides started to tingle with different emotions - anger, curiosity, pain, and sadness were only the few he was feeling at the moment. But it couldn't be the Sam he knew. There's so many people with the same name in the world. The thought of it being Sam soon diminished - but that was until he turned around and saw the familiar tousle of  hair.

"Sam Winchester?" Rory questioned when he walked up to the table. Sitting there with the boy was a much older looking one with similar features - must be related, he thought.

"Yeah, that's me." Sam gave the answer the blonde needed. The brunette didn't know that Rory was standing there since he was still glaring at the boy from across the table. But when he adverted his attention to Rory, his eyes widened and he immediately got up from the table. "Rory?! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for answers - and I finally found them."

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Oh, a cliffhanger because I'm mean.

The reason why I had a small cliffhanger is because I'm splitting the episodes into two chapters. Other chapters will be much longer and more detailed then this one. Are you guys excited for more Sam and Rory? Oh, Dean and Rory will bump heads a lot. That will be fun to write.

Please, please comment and vote. That will give me motivation to write faster. Chapter dedicated to -nefxrious and argentistic

Question: I need a ship name for them. I have one but I want to hear your guys suggestions.