Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 17, 2013 13:55:26 GMT -5
Dean snapped his phone shut and gave Sam a look that was pretty easy to read. And although none of the words were actually spoken, this is what was being said: "Dude, your girlfriend is going to get herself or us killed one of these days." Heaving an exasperated sigh, he left the grocery cart full of food where it was. "Let's go."
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With Dean behind the wheel of the Impala, the 16 hour drive to the abandoned factory took 12. And by the time they got there, neither was at their full capacity to take on demons, as they hadn't slept since they left the grocery store. "You know what this is about right" Sam half-asked, half-stated as they raced down the hallway towards the heavy wooden door at the end.
"What? Your relationship with Kesh? Yeah, it's about you still not being over Amelia and grabbing up the first chick you saw." There was a tense pause as they reached the door and simultaneously lifted a leg to kick it down. "Oh. You meant the thing with Crowley. Yeah. It's about Kevin and the tablet." On the mental count of three, they each slammed their right feet into the door, bringing it to the ground with a shattering crash.
They stood framed in the doorway for a second before Sam started for Kesh and Dean started for Crowley, reaching into his leather jacket's innermost pocket to surface with the demon-killing knife. "Lovely to see you again too boys." Crowley snapped his fingers; two of the three demons surrounding Kesh moved forward to each grab one of Sam's arms, keeping him where he was. The knife in Dean's hands suddenly burned white hot, forcing him to drop it. This wasn't the first time Crowley had pulled that trick. You'd think Dean would have a back up plan by now.
He didn't.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
With Dean behind the wheel of the Impala, the 16 hour drive to the abandoned factory took 12. And by the time they got there, neither was at their full capacity to take on demons, as they hadn't slept since they left the grocery store. "You know what this is about right" Sam half-asked, half-stated as they raced down the hallway towards the heavy wooden door at the end.
"What? Your relationship with Kesh? Yeah, it's about you still not being over Amelia and grabbing up the first chick you saw." There was a tense pause as they reached the door and simultaneously lifted a leg to kick it down. "Oh. You meant the thing with Crowley. Yeah. It's about Kevin and the tablet." On the mental count of three, they each slammed their right feet into the door, bringing it to the ground with a shattering crash.
They stood framed in the doorway for a second before Sam started for Kesh and Dean started for Crowley, reaching into his leather jacket's innermost pocket to surface with the demon-killing knife. "Lovely to see you again too boys." Crowley snapped his fingers; two of the three demons surrounding Kesh moved forward to each grab one of Sam's arms, keeping him where he was. The knife in Dean's hands suddenly burned white hot, forcing him to drop it. This wasn't the first time Crowley had pulled that trick. You'd think Dean would have a back up plan by now.
He didn't.
