It was the heat of the moment!

You snap awake as the words ring across the small hotel room. You sit up slowly and look around to see Dean sitting on the opposite bed lip-syncing to the old song. A grin slowly slips across your face as you turn and face Sam who's looking tired and frustrated.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean yells over the music. "Dude. Asia?" Sam asks, grinning slightly. "Hell yeah!" You say. "Come on. You love this song and you know it." Dean says. "Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself." Sam says jokingly. Dean turns up the volume. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." You and Sam laugh, shaking your heads.

Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes

~••~

"Whenever you're ready, Dean." You say, tucking your gun in between your back and your jeans. Dean pulls out a black bra from his bag. But no. Not just any black bra. Your black bra.

"This yours?" He asks, grinning and holding it up. You rush over to your brother and snatch it out of his hands, throwing it by your bag. Your face heats up in embarrassment. Sam glares at his brother, but Dean only laughs, rummages in the bag some more, and pulls out a gun. "Bingo." Dean brushes past you and Sam to the door.

"Now who's ready for some breakfast?"

~••~

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean says, pointing to the "Specials" poster above the bar. "You even know what that is?" You ask. A waitress, whose nametag says Doris, cuts Dean's answer short. "You kids ready?"

"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean answers. "Make it two coffees and a short stack." Sam adds. "Uh..." You speak up, slightly annoyed at your older brothers. "Can I have some waffles and a side of hash browns? Tea to drink please?" You order. "Sure thing honey." She answers, leaving the three of you alone.

"I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Dean says as soon as Doris is out of earshot. You roll your eyes, starting to dig out your information on the local mystery spot.

"Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?" Sam sasses back. "Shut up." Dean snaps. "Look. Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this." Sam says, grabbing the papers from you and passing them to Dean.

"All right, so this professor." Dean says, reading the headline on the newspaper clipping. "MISSING - DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA".

"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished." You say. "Last known location?" Dean asks. "His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." You answer.

Dean turns over a flyer that was in the stack. The front has a large question mark and the words "Broward County Mystery Spot". The back says "E=MC2?", "A=πR2?", and "F=GM1M2/R22?"

"Where the laws of physics have no meaning." Dean reads from the paper. Sam shrugs.

Doris arrives with a tray with two coffees and a bottle of hot sauce. "Two coffees, black, a sweet tea, and some hot sauce for the—" Doris gasps as the hot sauce falls off the tray and smashes on the floor. "Whoops. Crap! Sorry." She around to face the kitchen. "Cleanup!" She shouts.