"All right. You're on laundry." A clap on the shoulder before Sam can disagree or complain and Dean is headed back towards his favorite domain. The kitchen. "I'll take care of the road food."

So far the spell had kept Sam safe and be even bought them a little bit of luck along the way. He could only hope that carried them just far enough to find out who had pulled together a spell like that. Chattanooga wasn't exactly a small city.

They'd start with a local bar, ask around see what they could find. Canvas the area, work it like any other job.