"Where are we going, Dad?" Sam asked tiredly as he woke up with his head against the cold, frozen glass of the car. John didn't answer, which didn't surprise him at all. What did surprise him was when Dean's head hit his shoulder. He looked at him, blinked a couple of times, and sighed. It was really weird to see Dean sleeping, usually he was awake with their dad, and sleeping when he slept. Suddenly, the confusion and tolerance ended when drool ran down his arm. Sam pushed Dean away from him to the other end and watched him smack his head against the opposite window. Their dad looked behind him quickly to find out what the noise was, but quickly returned to the wheel. Sam sighed and pulled his seatbelt strap down, letting it go to flap and make noise.
"Sam, stop," Dean whined tiredly after Sam did it several times. Sam frowned at his brother and crossed his arms. Well, now he had nothing to do... So, why not mess with his older brother? Maybe it would get him in trouble, but hey, he was bored, there were no risks.
Sam's eyes glanced over at Dean. Then they flicked over to the mirror their dad was fixing so he could see what Sam was up to very clearly.
"Don't even think about it, Sam. You know how your brother gets when he's upset with you, I don't need it right now," John warned him. Sam rolled his brown eyes and leaned against the ice-covered window once more. When he noticed the ice, it reminded him he was cold, and that smoke was coming out of his mouth everytime he took a breath. cold weather, That narrowed it down a bit... New York, New Jersey, Alaska, South Dekota, North Dekota, Kansas, Wyoming... Need he go on. So, the point was, Sam still couldn't figure out where they were, that is until a green sight came to his view: In large, bold, white letters, it said: WELCOME TO PINEDALE, WYOMING. Yeah, very welcoming. In fact, it made Sam feel far from welcomed, but that was probably becouse there were huge bloodstains on the sign.
"Sammy, look, demon," Dean said suriously, pointing foreward. Sam gasped in fright, realized there was nothing there, and punched Dean on his arm.
"Don't do that, Jerk," Sam whined. Dean chuckled and rubbed his arm.
"Bitch," Dean replied, grinning widely.
"Dean, that's not funny, Sam isn't messing with you, you shouldn't mess with him," Their father scolded him. Dean rolled his eyes and flicked the side of Sam's head before closing his eyes and leaning against the window. Sam narrowed his eyes and looked down at his grumbling stomach. Oh yeah, not only was cold, he was starving. If he was correct, the last time he had eaten was when, what, like, the day before? And it was only a mere sandwich he shared with his brother. However, he kept his complaints to himself. After all, he was the youngest here: Dean was seventeen, almost an adult, and his dad was... Uh... Old. Being thirteen, he was like a little baby, but he didn't want that in their heads. So, hungry and cold would have to be something he'd have to put up with.
"Hungry anyone?" John asked suddenly as they came to a gas station. The car slowed down and turned into the territory.
"Sure, what's our names this time," Dean joked. John shook his head as he stopped the car next to a gas pump.
"Oh, you're not getting your credit card, last time I gave it to you, I found you at a strip club," John answered, returning the joke. Sam glared wide-eyed at Dean, snickering afterwords. Dean slapped the back of his head and opened the car door, stepping out. Sam did the same and strolled across the street to the building. Dean jogged ahead of him and opened the door, letting it close in Sam's face. Sam sighed irritably at his childish action. Sometimes, his brother was a complete immature jerk, it was a wonder sometimes why he was the older brother.
"Dean, wait, Dad didn't even give us a credit card!" Sam grabbed his arm pulling him out of the building. Dean rubbed the back of his neck and laughed uncomfortably.
"I knew that," Dean lied. Sam rolled his eyes and waited for Dean to get a credit card from their father, talk a couple of seconds, and com back with Sam's credit card.
"Alright, here's your's, go get something for us. Dad's going to a motel down the road to get us a room," Dean said hurriedly, tossing Sam his white credit card and starting off toward the car.
"Wait, how am I supposed to know where you guys are?" Sam asked, sounding like he was nervous.
"Duh, we'll call you in about ten nminutes," Dean answered, silently mocking his nerves. Sam bit his bottom lip. Yeah, they'd left him alone before like this, but the last time he'd run into the thing they were hunting: Unfortunately, the creature was a werewolf... Sam shook himself from the thought as he grabbed the freezing door knob. He pulled the black door open and strolled inside. It was warm, so magnificently warm!
He stepped across the speckled isle, gazing at the wonderful and diverse flavors of chip bags lined across the shelves. He grabbed plain, Bar BQ, and salt and vinigar. He then went over to the freezer section, stepping in front of the doors. He wrapped his hand around the handle to open it and pulled out six sandwiches. Sam walked to the clerk's counter and laid the stuff down. The woman smiled brightly at him, checking in the food and told him the price for everything in a cheerful voice. Then suddenly, he didn't know if it was just because he was just tired, her eyes turned yellow, and vanished.
"C-Creto," Sam studdered, making sure it wasn't just his imagination. She twitched nervously, and then growled deeply. Sam gulped and dashed over to the black doors. His eyes latched on to the lock above the handle, locked. Sam bit his bottom lip and sprinted to the furthest corner from the demon. He slipped out some salt mix from his pocket and spread it from corner to corner to corner. He tucked himself tight against the corner, keeping his eyes clutched tight. The demon came inches away from reaching him, however, she stopped before any harm came upon him. She chuckled, crossing her arms and licking her lips.
"You have to get hungry sometime. So what are you going to do, starve to death?" She hissed, very amused. Sam took out his black cell phone and text messaged his brother: 'SMFAD, HURRY! -SAMMY'
"Calling for help, huh?" She giggled. "The police? You really think they'll believe a young kid about a demon?"
"Shut up, I don't consort with the police, FYI," Sam retorted, his foot stepping out of his white sanctuary. The demon dove out on his foot and pulled him out. Sam screamed as he fell and tried to grip the floor with his nails, leaving white streaks. He continued to struggle, kick, and bite until she finally let him go which was caused by him kicking her in her face. Sam charged into the safe circle and sat holding his knees on the corner. The demon wiped her bloody nose and hissed at him, making him a thousand times more terrified.
They stayed like that for five more minutes until he heard a car door slam, a slam he knew to be his father and brother's signal that he'd be kay. Dean forced the doors open, holding a silver gun tightly in his hand.
"Sam, stay there," John ordered, fireing a bullet at the demon girl. She dodged them and snarled at them, dashing at a water tank next to sam. She stood there and waited for more bullets to come, letting them burst open the container. The water poured over on the salt and seashell mix, washing it away. Sam screamed in fear and tried to get away again. This time, the demon pulled his arm behind his back with a painful twist. Sam winced in pain and squeezed his eyes tight.
"You want him to remain alive? Then, put your weapons down," She ordered, holding her teeth deathly close to Sammy's throat. Sam's heart thumped fast, panic enveloping him completely. Dean and John exchanged thinking glances, then they nodded to eachother, laying their guns to the ground.
"Idiots," She grinned, moving towards Sam's neck. In a rush of adrenolin, sam flipped her over his shoulders and backed away from her. She grabbed his ankle, knocking him down to the floor. Dean and John kicked up their guns and shot bullets into the demon's heart. She screamed and let him go, disappearing from its current body, running to the vents. John grabbed Sam and pulled him up, hugging him tightly in an attempt to calm him down. Dean aimed his gun at all the cameras and shot them down, leaving absolutly all evidence of their presence.
"Let's go, please... Just want to leave," Sam choked up in his dad's jacket.
"Sounds good," Dean agreed, gathering the products they bought. Sam ran to the car and hugged the door tightly. Everyone else got inside and rode down the road. When they reached the small motel with dying neon signs, Sam opened the door and ran to the door seconds before the car even stopped. Dean went out with him and opened their door, leading him to his own bed out of the three. Sam caught his shaky breath and laid on the bed underneath the purple covers.
"Not hungry?" John asked, coming into the room. Sam shook his head tightly and shuddered.
"I lost my appatite," He replied. John sighed and set the food on to the blue granite counter. Dean hopped over to the counter and unwrapped three sandwches, warfing them all down. Sam licked his lips but closed his eyes and rolled over to face the wall.
"You know, Sam, that was pretty impressive what you did... Actually, you may have saved your own life," John smiled. Sam put the covers over his head.