"Dean we haven't been this far before. Do you even know anything about this place?"
Dean shifted and looked at him, "No, Sam I don't, but that is why we are here. To see if anything is happening here." Sam's eyes narrowed as he watched Dean shift again in his seat. He had just told a lie, Sam could tell. Why did Dean have to lie all the time?
Sam sighed, "Fine Dean, but it is getting dark. We should just pick a town and find a motel."
Dean smiled tightly his eyes on the road, "Sam what do you think I'm doing?" just then a sign on the side of the road flashed in the headlights. Both of them looked at it as it flashed passed, "Good, only another two miles to the nearest town." Sam looked expectantly at Dean.
Dean nodded, "Alright let's do it."
Sam unzipped the top of his bag and began to pull out cloths. He pulled out a shirt from underneath his extra shoes and held it up. Holes were evident underneath the arms, and huge tears ran jagged at the bottom of the shirt. Sam raised an eyebrow and threw it on the bed. He then reached in and grabbed a pair of jeans. There were tears on the knees and huge holes in the back pockets. Sam threw the pants down suddenly frustrated. He looked at Dean who was on his (Sam's) computer. His head was resting on his fist as he stared at the glowing screen. Sam studied the familiar site and felt, suddenly, very sad. He quickly shook himself and frowned, that was weird…why should he be sad?
"Dean." When Dean didn't respond Sam stepped forward, "Dean." Again there was no response. Sam grabbed his torn shirt from the bed and hurled it at Dean hitting him in the shoulder. Dean tensed and turned to look at him sharply, "What?!" Sam rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Dean, I think we need new cloths."
Dean stared at him then scoffed, "New cloths Sam? Why, we have cloths." He looked back at the screen, distracted. Sam, exasperated walked to Dean and picked up the shirt off the floor, "I know that Dean, but we look like hobos. All of our cloths are torn up from our hunts. I doubt anyone will want to talk to us if we look like…well…"
Dean shrugged slightly, "Come on Sam, we have cloths that work and fit. Besides we don't have the money."
Sam scoffed, "Don't have the money, yeah right!"
Sam walked back to his bag and looked at the cloths with hostility. He froze as an idea came to him, "You know Dean I doubt you will get any girls to like you if you look like a druggy or a hobo." Sam said casually as he held up the torn shirt. Dean looked at him slowly and his eyes roamed over the shirt. Dean stood quickly shutting of Sam's computer, "Sam, get your jacket." As dean moved toward the door Sam tried to hide his smile.
"See Dean, I knew it wouldn't be too bad!" Sam threw the bags of cloths in the back seat, as Dean opened the driver door and got in quickly.
"I don't know what you mean Sam."
Sam grinned as he tucked his long legs into the passenger seat, "Yeah sure Dean, you don't like shopping for clothes much, but you have to admit it wasn't that bad."
Dean sighed, "Look Sam I don't mind getting new cloths as long as I can keep my jacket and boots." Dean turned his head to back up the car and Sam laughed looking out the window. Dean reached for the dial on the dashboard and turned up the music as they pulled onto the road. Sam watched him tap his finger on the wheel and mumble along to the music, "Hey Dean do you know the time?" Sam asked after a moment.
Dean who was focused on the road said, "Don't bother me Sammy I'm driving." Sam rolled his eyes and reached into Dean's jacket pocket. Dean looked at him, "Hey what are you doing?!" Dean stared at his phone in Sam's hand and frowned.
"Just looking at the time Dean, calm down."
"Why do you need my phone for that Sam? You have your own phone." Sam looked at dean cautiously. Dean seeing the look stared at him, "What." Sam quickly put dean's phone back in his pocket and looked out the window, "Actually, Dean my phone is dead…it died last night…I…uh…forgot to charge it." He said sheepishly.
Deans hands tightened on the steering wheel and his face grew stony, "You forgot to charge it?! Sam what if something happens and you need to contact me!" he said furiously.
Sam shifted in his seat, "I know Dean and I'm sorry. I'll make sure to charge it when we get back." Dean said nothing as he glared at the road.
Sam sighed again, "Dean why are we here? Nothing seems to be happening and we don't have any leads or anything." Dean looked away, "We travel Sam, it's what we do."
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, "I know dean, the family business, but why are we all the way out here!" Dean pushed down his emotions and tightened his grip even more. Sam shook his head, "Never mind, just forget I even asked. Anyways it's after twelve, so we should go eat lunch." Dean nodded, slowly relaxing, "Alright, but I get to choose the place." Dean looked out his side window and smiled as buildings started to pass them. Sam opened his mouth to reply, but Dean suddenly jerked the car, turning into the parking lot of a diner. Sam's head hit the roof of the car as they went over the gutter. He groaned and rubbed his head as Dean turned sharply and parked. Sam glared at him then looked at the name of the diner in the mirror. He watched Dean release his seat belt and get out of the car. Dean turned and looked at him, smiling, "Sorry, this place has good food, and I haven't been here in a while." Sam sat stiffly as Dean walked away. Then he jumped out of the car and jogged to Dean, "I thought you said you haven't been here before." Dean ignored him and quickened his pace.