Post by Sam Winchester on Dec 16, 2013 1:55:43 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE SIX.
"What are you doing?" Dean licked the final remnants of potato chip salt from his fingers as he stared at Sam from his position leaning against the side of the Impala, waiting for the pump to finish filling up the gas tank.
Sam continued scrolling through the list of unread emails on his phone now that they were actually in an area of the country that wasn't back roads and woods where cell phone service tended not to work so well. They'd been driving for awhile. "Checking my email" he muttered in a monotone, not really paying attention to the conversation that was taking place. An email from his friend Rebecca had caught his eye.
"From who?" Dean sounded awed as though the idea of email was absurd. "Friends back at stanford." Sam was halfway through the email, his attention moving farther and farther away from Dean with each word he read. "You still keep in touch with them?? What on earth do you tell them about what you've been doing since you left?" Dean capped the tank, replaced the pump and reached into his pocket for the keys.
Sam powered down his phone, having finished reading the email. "I'm road tripping with my brother. I needed some time off after Jess and everything. Now come on, we've got to go to Saint Louis." "You're kidding right?" Dean slid into the driver's seat and fastened his seatbelt. "Sam, Saint Louis is a day and a half's drive in the opposite direction!"
"My friend Zach's been arrested for murder. His sister says he didn't do it and that he would have had to have been in two places at the same time." Sam looked imploringly at his older brother. "I know Zach. He wouldn't have killed someone. Especially not his girlfriend. Come on Dean. We've driven farther on less info. You know we have."
Dean let out a grouchy sigh. "I still say you're nuts for keeping in touch with them. And I still say this probably isn't our kind of thing. But fine. Let's go. At least it gives me a chance to get some barbeque ribs that actually taste like barbeque ribs."
Sam smiled thinly, taking what he could get. "That's the spirit."
"What are you doing?" Dean licked the final remnants of potato chip salt from his fingers as he stared at Sam from his position leaning against the side of the Impala, waiting for the pump to finish filling up the gas tank.
Sam continued scrolling through the list of unread emails on his phone now that they were actually in an area of the country that wasn't back roads and woods where cell phone service tended not to work so well. They'd been driving for awhile. "Checking my email" he muttered in a monotone, not really paying attention to the conversation that was taking place. An email from his friend Rebecca had caught his eye.
"From who?" Dean sounded awed as though the idea of email was absurd. "Friends back at stanford." Sam was halfway through the email, his attention moving farther and farther away from Dean with each word he read. "You still keep in touch with them?? What on earth do you tell them about what you've been doing since you left?" Dean capped the tank, replaced the pump and reached into his pocket for the keys.
Sam powered down his phone, having finished reading the email. "I'm road tripping with my brother. I needed some time off after Jess and everything. Now come on, we've got to go to Saint Louis." "You're kidding right?" Dean slid into the driver's seat and fastened his seatbelt. "Sam, Saint Louis is a day and a half's drive in the opposite direction!"
"My friend Zach's been arrested for murder. His sister says he didn't do it and that he would have had to have been in two places at the same time." Sam looked imploringly at his older brother. "I know Zach. He wouldn't have killed someone. Especially not his girlfriend. Come on Dean. We've driven farther on less info. You know we have."
Dean let out a grouchy sigh. "I still say you're nuts for keeping in touch with them. And I still say this probably isn't our kind of thing. But fine. Let's go. At least it gives me a chance to get some barbeque ribs that actually taste like barbeque ribs."
Sam smiled thinly, taking what he could get. "That's the spirit."
