Chapter 1
Two brothers were sitting in the front of a large black impala. Badly scarred and clearly newly recovered from an accident, the taller one decided to break the silence.
"Dean, where are we?"
"What do you mean, Sam? You've got the map." Sam blushed as he realized he was in fact, holding the map. After perusing the map for a second, he realized that they were in Minnesota. Not too far from Duluth, in fact. Duluth . . .
"Dean, we need to take a pit stop. Take a rest for a week, heal our wounds. That wendigo was a hellion."
"Sam, we already have a case. It would make no sense to make a stop here," said Dean, trying to reason with his brother.
"I've got someone I have to see," replied Sam, knowing that Dean would never agree if he told him too much.
"Who the hell would you have to see in Minnesota?"
"An old friend."
"I'm gonna need more than that, Sammy." Grudgingly, all Sam said was "Jo" before Dean cut him off.
"No way in hell, Sam," was all he said, looking straight ahead at the road.
"Dean, I need to see her and explain what happened."
"I already told you, she knew you were possessed, she wouldn't hold something that was out of your control against you."
"How would you know Dean?"
"I just know, she's not that kind of girl."
"Oh please, Dean. The only thing you know about her is that her father is dead by our father's gun and she does a good job patching up a bullet wound. It would only take one night, then we could leave. You don't even need to come in. I need to do this, Dean, at least I'll know that she's alright," he pleaded and combined with the puppy dog eyes, Dean didn't stand a chance.
"Fine."