Son of a mother-flipping bitch. She'd left her baby unlocked. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
"Sam!" She hissed across the hill. "Sam!"
Her sister turned angrily towards her, lips narrowing dangerously. "Ssssssh, what?"
Deanna rolled herself slowly towards her sister's position. "I think I left the Impala unlocked back there." Sam sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand.
"Dee, see that barn there?" She gestures with her binoculars toward the decrepit building in front of them. "We're 70% sure that a vamp nest lives there." Her sister rolls her eyes. "Yeah, Captin Obvious, vamp nest, comprende."
Sam's lips get even impossibly thinner. "There's maybe. what, 10, 15 vampires within shouting distance, and after all we went through to get here unnoticed, you want to go back, and check that you locked your car."
Deanna nods vehemently. "Uh, yeah. Anyone could come by and take her. You and I both know how easy that is."
Sam's face is distorted now, somewhere between laughter and skepticism. "Dee, we parked off the road, on a deserted Colorado mountain road in to middle of the night. There's no one around to take it."
"Her."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
A twig snapped behind them. "Excuse us, but are we interrupting something? Cause we can kill you later if it's more convenient for you."
"Shit." That they can both agree on.
Turns out, after the bodies are burned,(but before Sam punched her sister for almost getting her killed), the car was actually locked.