Sam &'nd Dean ▪ "This isn't about a war, it's about.."

“Okay, what have wewe got?” Dean glanced sideways at his brother for a sekunde before focusing on the dark road in front of him again.
“Um, not much,” Sam replied, flicking lightly through copied police files in his hands, “a couple went missing about five miles south from here about 3 months ago, and since then there haven’t been any sightings of them, it was like they just vanished. But get this, people from the area say the road is haunted. And they weren’t the first people to go missing on that stretch of road, either.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. The pattern was just so obscure...

Dean:: ...then head south, Bisbee kwa midnight. Sam wears women's underwear.'
Dean: Well, so wewe lie to them?
Sam: No, I just don't tell them...everything.
Dean: Yeah, that's called lying.
Dean: What it sucks, but with a job like this wewe can't get close to people, period.
Sam: You're kinda anti-social, wewe know that?
Dean: So the neighbours dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed
Sam: wanyama can have a sharp sense of paranormal
Dean: Yeah, maybe Fido saw something
Sam: So, wewe think maybe this is our kind of problem?
Dean: No, probably not. But we should look at the security...