Chapter One:
Arizona Heat
"No one touches the cassette player." Dean stated while slapping Sam's hand way from the radio dial.
"Dude do you even hear yourself right now...Cassette Player? I donno if you noticed but where living in the year 2012, no one listens to this crap anymore." Right after Sam finished his sentence, Dean stops the classic black Chevy along side of the sandy dirt road of the middle of no where Arizona. "Dude, what are you doing?" Dean opens his side of the car door, gets out, walks slowly around the car to the passenger side, and opens the door. "Dean?"
"Get out." Dean said very calmly and with great persistence.
"What?"
"Get out."
"Why?" Sam had no clue what was going on with his brother; he has never acted like this before.
"Sammy pleas-"
"Ok, Ok, don't be all blubber about it." Stepping aside, Sam got out of the car. Dean didn't move, still in that same position of holding the passenger door handle. There's a moment of lingered silence, not even the wind of the Arizonian desert was herd. "Dean? Are you alright?" And out of nowhere Dean quickly pounced on top of his younger. "Dude, what the-?"
Forcefully holding Sam on the ground "Take it back, Sammy?"
Sam rolled Dean over, "Take what back?" Dean pushed Sam forward, they're both on their feet now, "The cassette player thing?"
"Yes."
Sam, gave that little persuading giggle of his, "No."
"Oh, you're so gonna pay." The brothers get into a heavy brawl, punching each other in the face, stomach, even groin areas. Little blood spatters here and there, but nothing the brothers haven't done before.
After a ten long minutes of letting out his anger, Dean finally calls it quits.
"You good?" Sam asked while wiping the blood off his cheek.
Panting, "if I say 'yes,' can we just let Cas deal with this thing and go back to Bobby's"
"No."
"Then no." Dean gave his younger brother the 'oh god' look as he headed back to the car. Sam followed him momentarily. "I don't understand why Cas needs us there?"
"Your serious right?" With a blank expression toward Sam, Dean started the car. "The last time he was alone, he was turned into a toy."
Dean gave the car some gas, and placed it on drive, "at least he was quite," he said while pulling out of the dirt road…
It has only been an hour since the boys had their last stop, but to Dean it felt like ages. He looked off the road for a few seconds, seeing his younger brother looking at a local map. "Are we there yet?" He questioned.
"Actually," Sam was measuring the distance with a makeshift ruler he made out of a wooden number two pencil, "it looks like we have about an hour to go."
"Good."
"You seemed relieved?"
"Of course I'm relieved Sammy, I've been staring at nothing but orange desert for the past three hours." It was true; Sam turned and faced the window...nothing, emptiness. Just orange sand.
"Yea, the scenery hasn't changed much since we came into the state."
"Except for that?" Sam instantly turned around, facing the windshield window, he could see a person...no a young woman. "Wonder what she's doing in the middle of nowhere?"
"Same thing were doing, going somewhere."
"Smartass." Dean noted.
"Bitch." Sam hashed back
"Jerk." Dean drove the car gently toward the woman
"Dean, no."
"Common Sam, she needs a ride."
"No." Dean drove the car closer to the woman. She was about average height; medium built, a mix between a blond and a brunette. He rolled his window down.
"Need a ride?" She turned around, with green eyes as sharp as-damn she's hot, Dean thought. "We're headed toward Flagstaff, you wanna join."
"Sorry," she replied, "I don't do pedophiles." She continued walking. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the rejected Dean had just gotten, his face especially...still and priceless. Dean drove the car forward, following the lady.
"Look," he stated, "I donno who you are, or what your problem is, I was just being nice and offering you a ride. If you want to walk forty miles that's fine with me, go right ahead. But I can assure you-"
"Fine, I'll come. But if you touch me, I will kill your ass. Got that."
"Well then, hop on in the back." The young woman opened the back passenger door and got in. "Why a sudden change of heart?"
"You said forty miles right?" Dean nodded. "Well then, that explains it." Dean placed his foot on the gas, and let his beautiful baby flaunt in the declining sunset.
"Show off." Sam whispered. He then turned around, "I'm Bobby Young, and that's my brother Angus." The lady in the back seat had a very confused look on her face. "What?" Sam asked.
"Your parents named you after an AC/DC guitar player?"
This must be the most random prologue in the history of ever...but you gotta love those brotherly moments, especially when they have those hilarious childish fights over nothing. Before you yell at me, let me just say that this IS NOT AN OC CHARACTER!