Who: Dib Membrane & Dean Winchester What: Doing what they do best Where: North of London, England When: Wednesday Night/Thursday morning Warnings: Swearing, spooky shit.
Dib wasn't the kind of guy to just sit around the house all night and do nothing at all. He had been handing out business cards and getting a feel for the world since he'd arrived. Sure, training Gir was taking a little time, and having a relationship - while incredible - was a bit of a time sink as well, Dib didn't really sleep all that much, and when he did, it was in the lazy part of the afternoon when Ferb had classes and Gir decided to go out to explore. At night, however, Dib was attentive and at his peak of productivity. Most creatures he researched were nocturnal, or just made themselves known more thoroughly at night.
He'd gotten an email from someone who seemed willing to pay him for his insight into the happenings in a quiet little town a few Kms north of England, and he talked on the phone with him for a while, sensing that the man was earnestly upset by the strange and mysterious disappearances of the local children. The townspeople had been suffering from disorienting headaches, and TVs and video cameras didn't work very well. Dib thought this was really, really odd, and hadn't heard of anything quite like it, so he hopped onto his motorcycle and went to see the area for himself.
The town was quiet and nestled comfortably within a thick wooded area, and as Dib approached the center of town, his watch detected high levels of electromagnetic frequency. He pulled up to a park and killed the engine of his bike before hopping off, calling up a contact. That contact was Dean Winchester. He wouldn't usually pester the guy, but this seemed like something he'd need a hunter's opinion on.