Ten minutes until midnight screamed from the dashboard. Or, rather, blearily droned out like a mewling cat.
"I don't think shes coming out." Sam hated stakeouts. The thought of spending one more minute, after hours of sitting, in cramped seating made his skin prickle so much he was willing to just get this over with.
Dean groaned. He felt a little claustrophobic himself. No matter how sweet Baby was, they were gonna get stiff legs. And stiff legs might as well be no legs. Especially tonight.
"Then were goin in." Two doors slamming open and shut rang down the street.