Chapter one
"Look are we going to get this race going or not?" 20-year-old Andrea leaned against her car looking to her opponent.
"Oh chill, Andie. We are just waiting for our other racer." The young man told her as he flipped open his phone.
"What are the stacks?" Dean appeared from behind a line of observers.
"What? You want in?" Andie asked him. Not sure what to make of him.
"Yeah why not?" He stole a glace at his brother. "I'm Dean. This is my brother Sam."
"Hi?" Andrea was still not sure about the newcomers. "Sorry but I think we are full up for this race." She glanced over at the young man, Josh, who was still talking on the phone to who she hoped, was the last racer.
"No we aren't. The losers not coming." Josh said. "Something about his girlfriend being sick or something."
"Great, we'll take his place." Dean smiled at her.
"Fine." Andie sighed, "What are you driving?"
Dean pointed back to the Impala and smiled.
"'67 Impala… Not bad. But trust me, unless you have put some serious cash into that car. You will be no competition." She informed him.
"Oh come on, Andie. You never know. He could have some skills." Josh said sarcastically.
"Shut up Josh!" Andrea shot him a sharp look. "I never said anything about him not having any skills. It's the car." She turned to Sam and Dean. "Do you know how many hours of work I have put into this car? Or how much cash is under that hood?"
"Well, I don't know. Dean here has put a lot of work into his car too." Sam said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Is that so?" Andrea stood straight and walked up to Sam. The top of her head only coming to about his nose. Sam being six foot four and her only coming to a five foot five. "And what are you? His cheerleader?" Sam looked at her awestruck. Dean let out a small laugh before Sam shot him a warning glance. "Whatever! Let's just get this race going before the cops show up."
As if on cue the police sirens could be heard down the road.
"Great! Too late!" Andrea turned back around to Josh, "Remind me to kill Jake later." She ran off to the drivers seat of her car and got in. The drivers side window rolled down.
"What is it?" Dean asked looking around.
"Cops, you idiot!" She shot back. "Get outta here!"
"Run Sammy!" Dean grabbed his brother's arm and led him back to the car. The police cars rounded the corner and into sight. "Well that's just great. She doesn't even like us." He looked to Sam as they sped off.
"We will just have to run into her somewhere else." Sam watched his brother, as he maneuvered the unfamiliar streets.
"Yeah I guess." Dean sighed, "Man did you see how she just knew what the car was? Even down to the year."
"I know! Not bad." Sam replied, "To bad the cops came when they did. Would have liked to have seen her drive."
"I know. I was kinda hoping to see what all she had under the hood of that car."
"Me too." Sam looked back out the windshield, "Hey wait. Is that her?"
"It is." Dean laughed. "Well I think it is." He turned to his brother with a mischievous grin. "Should we follow her? See how she does?"
"She could lose you in a second, Dean." Sam grinned back at him. "Besides, if she caught us what would she think?"
"Maybe she'd… Or maybe… Or…"
"Forget it Dean. We will just have to run into her some other place." Sam told him forcefully. Sam may be the younger of the two but he should didn't act like it sometimes. He looked back out the window where the light in front of them went from green to red in an instant. "Dean!"
"What?" Dean turned his head right in time to hit the brakes and stop before hitting the car ahead of them. Sending the brothers forward in their seats. "Sammy?"
"I'm fine Dean! You?" Sam answered back looking to his brother for reassurance.
"Yeah I'm alright." Dean said also looking at his brother. His first worry was that Sam was okay. He didn't care about himself as much in this type of situation. Sam is who he had to worry about. His little brother. Not him. "Damn that could have been bad."
"You're telling me." Sam said as he rubbed his hand to his forehead. Making sure when he went forward he did hurt himself to much. He didn't want his brother to worry. Realizing to late that Dean was watching him. He dropped his hand to his lap and tried not to look his brother in the eye.
"Sammy? You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, Dean." Sam answered shortly.
"Alright." Dean wasn't so sure but didn't want to press his luck trying to get anymore out of him. "Well that just great. We can hunt down every supernatural thing out there, but we can't even keep up with our own little sister?"
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