Dean stirred.
Ok, Sam thought, think about something else. Dean always knew when something was bothering him.
Sam was now thinking about Jess.
Dean wasn't asleep. He had been up for about a hour. Dean was watching Sam. Something was up. Since he had been sitting like this for an hour his ass was sore and his neck had a crink.
He repositioned.
Sam looked over, with a worried look in his eye's. He tightened his grip on the wheel and changed his expression. It looked more sollum, sad, and depressed.
RING!
Dean didn't move.
"Dean! Wake up!" Sam said with annoyance in his voice.
The "sleeping" Winchester opened his eyes,"Damn it, Sammy, I was having a dream about two blondes," He smiled as if Sam could see into his mind, then Dean added,"They were gymnasts"
"Sorry,"Sam said sarcastically."I don't think it's healthy to have porn dreams,"
"Yah, you should be sorry." ignoring what he said about it not being healthy," We were about to go to our room,"Dean lied. Still trying to read Sam's expression.
"Stop using my laptop for porn." Sam was serious now.
"Why?" Dean asked "Because last time you got us in jail I had it and they checked my internet history,"
"Well now you got a porn buddy, what's wrong with that? I'm sure that dude knows what it's like to not fuck someone your life."
"It was a women."
Dean smirked,"Now you have a fuck buddy. You're welcome."
"It's not funny Dean." He turned his attention to the road, "Just answer your phone?"
Dean flipped open his phone.
"Who is it?"
The older Winchester didn't answer.
"Dean? Did you hear me? Hel-?"
"It's Dad."
"Really what did he say?"
"He sent us a location."
"For where? Use my laptop?"
Dean picked up the computer and stared at it.
"What?"Sam said.
"How the hell do you use this?" Dean asked confessed.
"Fine I will do it. Switch me spots." Sam looked at Dean.
Ten Minutes Later...
"O.K. Dad want us to go a psychic named..." Sam concluded.
"What?"
"Elizabeth Walker."
"Is there a picture?"
"Why?"
"You know,"
"Dean."
"What?
"No."
"What?"
"You are NOT hooking up with her. She is Dad's friend. NO."
"Oh I see, you want her for yourself."
"What the hell Dean, man, NO."
Once their...
"Hello! I'm Elizabeth. Please sit down!"
"Well,uh,we are the sons of ,uh,John Winchester." Sam sort of stutterd. "Yes! John called me about a month ago. I didn't think you guy's were coming."
"Hold on," Sam said."You talked to him?"
"Yes."
"Um... What did he said, Dean call his phone again."
"Wait, if Dad called that mean that he found the thing that killed mom, right? Do you know anything? Dean and Sam looked over to Elizabeth.
No, he just called and told me you were coming,and then hung up didn t even give me a chance to talk. This was getting weirder every second, Dean thought, adds suspense, wow this was really getting dramatic. Can I talk to you? He swung his head toward Sam.
Huh? Oh, um yea, He moved to face Elizabeth, Excuse me, They walked out to the hallway next to the bathroom and the front door, they stopped right next to bathroom. Dean sighed, So, we know that Dad has phone, and is calling people. But who, and is it under the number that we have? And... And what? Sam said.
And, Dean paused, I have a plan.