Chapter One: Dean
'Dammit Sam!' I hit my palm against the steering wheel whilst tossing the plastic bag of groceries into the backseat of the Impala.
Sam sniggered 'Dean-'
'No! Don't!' I say gruffly as I start up the engine of baby, pull out of the Gas & Save and back onto the highway.
I breathed out sharply in frustration, looking out at the miles of golden crisp grass sitting along the road.
I could feel Sam's eyes on me for a while before he cleared his throat and said 'Okay, about this job that Garth sent us for. It's down in Sioux Falls and there is three vic- victims- and- DEAN.' Sam tried to stutter out the last words as I turned up the volume of the radio.
Rather ironically, lyrics began to pour out:
'She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet, cherry pie
Oh yeah!
She's my cherry pie...'
I began to mime with the lyrics until Sam slammed off the radio.
'Hey I was listening to that'
'Dean. If this is about the pie then-'
'Damn straight it's about the pie Sammy! You always forget the pie!' I began to shout.
'I-I didn't forget the pie, they didn't have any pie. I can't just make pie appear from thin air!' Sam shouted back, eyebrows drawn together and lips curled downwards.
I stared at Sam for a while before I replied.
'Yeah, well find some hoodoo that can do that. Then get back to me' I grunt as I squint at the sign thats a few yards away.
We drive in silence for what seemed like a few moments when suddenly, a harsh voice sounds right near my ear.
'Hello Dean.'
'SON OF A-' I shout as I flatten the break pedal and whip around to see blazing blue eyes, a small grin and dirty trench coat greeting me.
'DAMMIT CASS. YOU GOTTA QUIT THAT.'
He smirks back at me as he quietly settles into the leathery back of my baby.
I look sideways at Sam who is quietly laughing while looking out the window, wind slightly moving his long hair across his face.
I frown as I get baby going again.
'Come on!' I murmur hoarsely under my breath as we ride to Sioux Falls.