Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 7, 2016 11:27:13 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE SEVENTEEN.
"Drive faster Dean" Sam ordered, clutching his bleeding arm, grinding his teeth against the pain. They'd been ambushed by about thirty demons half a mile back, and were lucky to be out of there alive. "I can't" Dean snapped, already flooring the gas pedal to about 200 miles an hour. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm amazing" Sam wisecracked, wincing as his arm gave a nasty throb. "You ever seen that many" Dean wanted to know, whizzing around the next corner at breakneck speeds. Sam glanced over one shoulder to make sure they were still in the clear. "Not in one place, no way." "What the hell is going on" Dean wondered, taking another corner and needing to slam on the breaks before the Impala went headfirst into a sky-high pile of burning logs, blocking their path. "Dammit!" The demons were closing in now and more seemed to have joined them. Sam doubted he'd be much help in a fight, especially with one good arm, but even if he'd had full use of both of them, there was no way they could take on over thirty demons, even as good as the two of them were. He whipped his head around to stare anxiously at Dean in the driver's seat.
"Now what??"
"Drive faster Dean" Sam ordered, clutching his bleeding arm, grinding his teeth against the pain. They'd been ambushed by about thirty demons half a mile back, and were lucky to be out of there alive. "I can't" Dean snapped, already flooring the gas pedal to about 200 miles an hour. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm amazing" Sam wisecracked, wincing as his arm gave a nasty throb. "You ever seen that many" Dean wanted to know, whizzing around the next corner at breakneck speeds. Sam glanced over one shoulder to make sure they were still in the clear. "Not in one place, no way." "What the hell is going on" Dean wondered, taking another corner and needing to slam on the breaks before the Impala went headfirst into a sky-high pile of burning logs, blocking their path. "Dammit!" The demons were closing in now and more seemed to have joined them. Sam doubted he'd be much help in a fight, especially with one good arm, but even if he'd had full use of both of them, there was no way they could take on over thirty demons, even as good as the two of them were. He whipped his head around to stare anxiously at Dean in the driver's seat.
"Now what??"
" Dean pushed himself off of the bed, moving into the kitchenette to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "What difference does it make?" He leaned up against the counter, looking half like he wanted an answer and half like he didn't. It didn't matter either way because Sam was giving an answer.
