Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam or their awesome '67 Impala. Anything you recognize--or that might be from Supernatural--is NOT mine. I'm not making money off this. It's just entertainment. The Hale family & Black Oaks, Louisiana IS mine however. xD
Beyond that: Enjoy!! I adore Dean, so there will be some kind of 'ship between him and...??? =P You'll find out.
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Dean Winchester peeked out the window, making sure his baby was okay. The '67 black Impala sat outside the motel room, safely locked and under his watch. If there was one thing other than Sammy that Dean cared for beyond his own life, it was that car.
He let the curtain fall back, and turned around to glance at Sam. He had fallen into a restless sleep on the bed, one arm thrown over his face and the other across his stomach. Poor kid hadn't been getting any kind of sleep over the past week. Between hunts and visions and his own damn nightmares, Dean figured that Sammy was lucky to be asleep at all at the moment.
The laptop his brother was so protective sat on the desk across from the beds. Dean decided that two A.M was late enough to stay up, and stripped his shirt off to get ready for bed. The computer beeped just as his hands went to work on the zipper of his jeans. Glancing at Sammy to make sure he was still asleep, Dean walked over and leaned down to see that Sam had a new message. Grabbing hold of the mouse, Dean clicked a few times and saw that it was Bobby.
Sam, (and Dean. I know you're reading over the kid's shoulder)
Got a call from an old friend of mine down in Louisiana; retired hunter—and yes, Dean, you CAN retire. It just takes a bit of leverage with the high-up-Government types.—who's got a bit of a problem. Town's been getting downright spooky, more so than my friend's comfortable with. He's been doing some re-con, but can't find anything that he's familiar with.
Little town called Black Oaks, Louisiana—and I told him that you'd go down and check it out for him.
My friend's name is Gordon Hale. Don't be surprised if he has nothing good to say about your dad. They had a run in. Be careful.
~Bobby.
Dean re-read the email a couple times. Black Oaks, Louisiana? Where had he heard that name before? Gordon Hale…Dean scowled. Damn but that sounded familiar.
His lips twisted and his hands flew over the keyboard faster than Sam would ever had thought as he wrote a quick reply to the old hunter. Five minutes later, Dean shut down the computer, finished stripping out of all but his boxers and tossed his sore and bruised body into bed.
He just knew he was going to need some sleep before they headed out of Bumfuck, Egypt to Nowhere, USA.