The Winchester gang is yet again traveling down a road, on their way to their next hunt. Dean is driving, as he usually does, listening to classic rock play through the stereo. He sees a sign for a hotel further down the road.
"We might as well check in and get some rest; it’s a long drive to Midford, Michigan from here, and we’re only in California," he says with a yawn.
"Yeah, that’s a good idea Dean," Sam says. "Hopefully we’ll even be able to get some food there," he adds. He turns to look back to make sure that Levi is still following them, and watches as Levi drives around and then ahead of them. "Apparently he inherited your lead foot syndrome."
Levi turns his car into the parking lot of the hotel, which goes by the name of the Canella Hotel.
"Looks like he had the same idea as us," Dean says. He parks next to Levi's black and red 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge before getting out of the Impala. "Great minds think alike. We were just about to stop ourselves, Levi."
"I mostly just have to drown some kids at the pool very badly," he scurries into the nearest restroom, which is oddly separate from the hotel itself. Levi comes out moments later, enters the hotel, and locates his dad and uncle. Dean is holding the key to their room, still perplexed as to why the worker didn’t speak to him.
"This place has a weird vibe to it, don’t you think," he asks.
