Dean was driving as fast as possible in the pouring rain.
The brothers didn't know what was up yet but the sense of urgency in Bobby's voice when he called was unmistakable.
He hung up before they could question him with a gruff, "just get here!"
They pulled into the empty gas station and Sam smirked.
Driver picks the music, and pumps the gas.
Dean's rule.
One pump. No shelter at all.
"I think there's an umbrella in the trunk, just don't drip any water on the weapons, ok Dean?"
"Bite me Sammy."
Sam laughed, "your rule Dean."
"Bite me."
