[ Sam's lips twitch up a touch and he glances down at the dragon, shifting when Boots settles his head on Sam's foot, breathing soft and even as he settles down.

Soon enough, Dean's out, wearing a comfortable pair of soft sweats and a well-worn tshirt, soft and threadbare in patches.

He throws himself down between the two of them, Boots rustling and nosing at his knee before placing his chin on top of Castiel's to look up at him, because he can smell the food. ]

I was gonna tell Cas what I found but I wanted to wait til you were back.

[ Dean cocks an eyebrow, moving a little stiffly as he gets up and goes to grab a drink since his milkshake's gone. ]

So that club - it looks like it was built over something. Back in the 70s and 80s there was a place where people used to get together. It got torched around '89, but only one guy died.

[ He shifts his laptop over, and shows Dean who looks thoroughly unimpressed with a mouthful of food. ]

S'im.

[ Sam rolls his eyes at his manners and shifts it back. ]

Says he wasn't burned all the way, his remains are buried out along an old backroad cemetery, about 20 minutes from here.