Jensen rolled over in the cheap motel room bed, pulling his face out of the pillows with a sigh. A glance at his watch on the nightstand told him that it was only 9AM so not really all that early, unless you considered the fact that it was about 5AM when he collapsed on the lumpy mattress and scratchy sheets. He had been researching and hunting for a case into the wee hours of the morning but he was pretty sure he had run across something interesting in a small town nearby.

With a growling groan, Jensen pulled himself up to his towering height and stumbled into the bathroom. His gaze landed on the mirror and he nearly flinched at his morning look. His longish black locks were a disheveled and wild mane around his bronzed face. Rich mocha brown eyes, so much like the drink that he practically lived off of, stared tiredly back at him from under long, black eyelashes that any girl would kill for. A thin scar bisected on black eyebrow, making it look like there was a skip in the toner when his eyebrows were printed on his face.

With a grunt, Jensen shook of the daze and turned on the shower. He trimmed the black beard on his face, ignoring the water that escaped to run down the muscled planes of his broad chest. He pulled off his low hanging sleep pants and stepped into the shower, sighing with delight as the blazing hot water hit his skin.

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A couple hours later, he was on the road after stopping at a nearby diner for breakfast and coffee. His belongs were packed away in the duffel bag in the trunk of his black Chevy Impala and he was driving down the road to the strains of Bad Moon Rising by Creedance Clearwater Revival. According to the map, he wouldn't reach his destination until late tonight. He figured he would find a motel and then maybe visit a local bar, they were great places for picking local legends and tales.