Sam stopped pacing, and biting on his cuticles. Dean appeared, bag over his shoulder and he couldn't help but smile.
"Hey man. Yeah, s'the house the poor sumbitch I replaced owned. Me n Dean, we figure its umm...our well deserved vacation. C'mon in, put your bag down. Getcha a beer and take you to the crime scene after that." Sam led the way into the enourmous house, knowing Dean would follow. The kitchen was open and inviting, Sam grabbed a six pack out of the fridge and indicated that the garage was off to the right. He handed Dean a beer first, though.
"You need anything else? Food? I got us huge steaks to grill later."