Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 31, 2015 1:53:00 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE TWENTY.
Sam pulled up the tiniest flap of curtain he could manage and peered outside at the cop car. It was just sitting there. He flashed back upon a recent conversation between him and Dean as they had driven down a dark road. They'd taken to travelling only at night since the whole escaping from prison fiasco. Dean had suggested they lay low for a bit. Sam had come right back with, "I'm not going to just ditch the job." And Dean had countered with an irritable, "screw the job man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid. We don't get thanked. Only thing we get's bad luck." And now, as Sam stared with his heart in his throat at the cop car, he was starting to think maybe Dean had been onto something with the whole taking a knee for a few months idea.
He snatched up his phone with shaking fingers and speed-dialed Dean's main number. "There's a cop car outside" he announced without so much as a greeting the second he heard the click that meant Dean had answered. "You think it's there for us?" Dean didn't sound half as concerned. "I don't know" Sam admitted, continuing to watch it through the window. "I don't see how" Dean pointed out reasonably. "I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards..." He seemed ready to keep listing things that would comfort Sam but it wasn't necessary. The cop car outside was pulling away. Sam dropped the corner of the curtain in relief. "They're leaving. False alarm." "See, nothing to worry about" Dean assured him. "Yeah" Sam snorted, moving away from the window. "Being fugitives. Freaking dance party." He could hear Dean chuckling on the other end of the line. "Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe." Sam rolled his eyes. "You got anything yet?" Now Dean sounded a little annoyed. "Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here!" Sam sighed heavily. "Well, that's where all the victims disappeared from." He moved over to the lone table where he'd spread out multiple heavy books. "Yeah well, I got diddly-squat" Dean responded flatly. "What about you?" "Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now." Sam pulled one of the books closer. "We're hunting a Djinn."
"A freaking genie?" Dean laughed. Sam shrugged, despite knowing Dean couldn't see it. "Yeah." He knew it sounded ridiculous but then again, that was pretty much the job description of hunters. "So where do the Djinns lair up" Dean wanted to know, clearly on board with it right away. "Ruins usually" Sam supplied. "The bigger the better. More places to hide." There was a static filled pause and then Dean was mentioning casually, "You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out." "Wait, no, no, no" Sam argued in instinctive alarm. "Come pick me up first." Hunting alone was never a good idea. "Naw, I'm sure it's nothing" Dean returned breezily. "I just wanna take a look around." "Dean"-
The line went dead.
Sam pulled up the tiniest flap of curtain he could manage and peered outside at the cop car. It was just sitting there. He flashed back upon a recent conversation between him and Dean as they had driven down a dark road. They'd taken to travelling only at night since the whole escaping from prison fiasco. Dean had suggested they lay low for a bit. Sam had come right back with, "I'm not going to just ditch the job." And Dean had countered with an irritable, "screw the job man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid. We don't get thanked. Only thing we get's bad luck." And now, as Sam stared with his heart in his throat at the cop car, he was starting to think maybe Dean had been onto something with the whole taking a knee for a few months idea.
He snatched up his phone with shaking fingers and speed-dialed Dean's main number. "There's a cop car outside" he announced without so much as a greeting the second he heard the click that meant Dean had answered. "You think it's there for us?" Dean didn't sound half as concerned. "I don't know" Sam admitted, continuing to watch it through the window. "I don't see how" Dean pointed out reasonably. "I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards..." He seemed ready to keep listing things that would comfort Sam but it wasn't necessary. The cop car outside was pulling away. Sam dropped the corner of the curtain in relief. "They're leaving. False alarm." "See, nothing to worry about" Dean assured him. "Yeah" Sam snorted, moving away from the window. "Being fugitives. Freaking dance party." He could hear Dean chuckling on the other end of the line. "Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe." Sam rolled his eyes. "You got anything yet?" Now Dean sounded a little annoyed. "Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here!" Sam sighed heavily. "Well, that's where all the victims disappeared from." He moved over to the lone table where he'd spread out multiple heavy books. "Yeah well, I got diddly-squat" Dean responded flatly. "What about you?" "Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now." Sam pulled one of the books closer. "We're hunting a Djinn."
"A freaking genie?" Dean laughed. Sam shrugged, despite knowing Dean couldn't see it. "Yeah." He knew it sounded ridiculous but then again, that was pretty much the job description of hunters. "So where do the Djinns lair up" Dean wanted to know, clearly on board with it right away. "Ruins usually" Sam supplied. "The bigger the better. More places to hide." There was a static filled pause and then Dean was mentioning casually, "You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out." "Wait, no, no, no" Sam argued in instinctive alarm. "Come pick me up first." Hunting alone was never a good idea. "Naw, I'm sure it's nothing" Dean returned breezily. "I just wanna take a look around." "Dean"-
The line went dead.
