Prologue
"Are you kidding me right now, Bela?" I roll my eyes, one hand on the steering whell, and the other holding my phone to my ear.
"No." She replied in her British accent. "You need to get there before those boys do or you'll have a handful."
"You think?" I groan, irritated. "Who are they anyways?"
"Sam and Dean Winchester." She said in a serious tone.
"Married?"
She laughed. "No, brothers. I love how everyone assumed that. Well, goodbye, Vallie. I'll see you soon."
I giggled. "Alright. Bye." I removed the phone from my ear and pressed end call, throwing it on the passenger seat.
I turned up the radio and sang along, cruising my way in my '69 Mustang to kill some sons of bitches.