Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 17, 2015 23:22:27 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE FIVE.
The Impala cruised along a dark highway towards Maple Springs, New York where the Winchester's latest possible case was located. Inside the moving car, a heated argument was taking place. "I don't understand, Dean" Sam was saying crossly. "Why not?" "Because I said so" Dean returned, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "But we have the colt now"- "Sam" Dean cut him off warningly, but Sam ignored him, continuing to try and get his point across. "We can summon the Crossroads Demon…" "We're not summoning anything." Dean continued trying to get his own point across as well so that the boys were continuously speaking over each other, getting louder each time. "...pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!" "We don't even know if that'll work!" "Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!" "We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of "ifs" and "maybes" and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!" Dean spun the wheel hard in irritation. "And if we don't screw with it, YOU die" Sam shot right back. A muscle ticked in Dean's jaw. "Sam, enough!! I am not going to have this conversation."
Sam exhaled sharply. "Why? Because you said so?" "YES, BECAUASE I SAID SO" Dean bellowed at his loudest yet. Sam stared hard at Dean. "Well you're not Dad!!!" Dean removed his eyes from the road briefly to stare harshly back at his brother. "No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me??" Dean returned his gaze to the road and Sam looked angrily out the passenger window. A heavy silence fell in the car. Finally, exhaling slowly and forcing his tone back into one of relative calm, Dean changed the subject. "Tell me about the psychotic killer." When Sam said nothing, Dean removed one hand from the wheel and snapped twice. "C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Still clearly peeved, Sam snatched up the folded newspaper from his lap and recited monotonously from its headline. "Psychotic killer… rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity." Dean nodded along. "Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?" Sam tossed the paper up onto the dashboard. "No. But the lunar cycle's right." He sighed heavily, raking back his hair with one hand. "Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month." "Two days." Dean nodded confidently.
"No sweat."
The Impala cruised along a dark highway towards Maple Springs, New York where the Winchester's latest possible case was located. Inside the moving car, a heated argument was taking place. "I don't understand, Dean" Sam was saying crossly. "Why not?" "Because I said so" Dean returned, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "But we have the colt now"- "Sam" Dean cut him off warningly, but Sam ignored him, continuing to try and get his point across. "We can summon the Crossroads Demon…" "We're not summoning anything." Dean continued trying to get his own point across as well so that the boys were continuously speaking over each other, getting louder each time. "...pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!" "We don't even know if that'll work!" "Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!" "We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of "ifs" and "maybes" and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!" Dean spun the wheel hard in irritation. "And if we don't screw with it, YOU die" Sam shot right back. A muscle ticked in Dean's jaw. "Sam, enough!! I am not going to have this conversation."
Sam exhaled sharply. "Why? Because you said so?" "YES, BECAUASE I SAID SO" Dean bellowed at his loudest yet. Sam stared hard at Dean. "Well you're not Dad!!!" Dean removed his eyes from the road briefly to stare harshly back at his brother. "No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me??" Dean returned his gaze to the road and Sam looked angrily out the passenger window. A heavy silence fell in the car. Finally, exhaling slowly and forcing his tone back into one of relative calm, Dean changed the subject. "Tell me about the psychotic killer." When Sam said nothing, Dean removed one hand from the wheel and snapped twice. "C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Still clearly peeved, Sam snatched up the folded newspaper from his lap and recited monotonously from its headline. "Psychotic killer… rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity." Dean nodded along. "Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?" Sam tossed the paper up onto the dashboard. "No. But the lunar cycle's right." He sighed heavily, raking back his hair with one hand. "Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month." "Two days." Dean nodded confidently.
"No sweat."
