A/N Hey guys, So, I've been kind of what normal people call "Obsessed" with this show called Superrnatural... so I've written an uber long and kinda horrible fan fic that my fraaand wante me to post. I hate when authors do this, but I put myself into this story, alongwith my two really close friends superfangirl13 ( go check out her fanfics) and mer other fraand who doesn't have an account. I'm dedicating this to them. Please review t let me know if i should continue or destroy this obsession.
"I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!" Dean remembered his words while driving away.
"I never did get any of that apple pie" Dean mumbled angrily under his breath.
"What are you talkig about?" Sam stared at Dean, amusment sparkled in his hazel eyes,
"Nothing" Dean replied sourly, poutinng. "Do you have anything yet?"
"Ah, yeah, I think so" Sam put on his teacher-like explaining voice, "There's a place in Rhode Island and..."
"Rhode Island? What the hell is that?" Dean cut in, not sure where they would be going.
Sam chuckled, "Dean, did you ever pay attention in school?"
"Of course I did Sammy" Dean scoffed and looked back out at the road. "It's some islands right?"
Sam rolled his eyes and went into teacher mode, "No, Dean, its a state. The smallest state in the United States actually."
"Whatever. Tell me , what's happening in little 'ol Rhode Island?"
"Well, there is a local farm..."
Deam groaned, "Not again
Sam laughed loudly "Well, kids have been going to this Halloween attraction thing. It's a haunted corn maze. People go in, but never come out. Never seen again,"
Dean heartfully sighed. "Okay, let's go."
About 6 hours later the Winchesters arrived in North Kingstown Rhode Island.
Dean looked around, "Kinda small , isn't it?"
Sam nodded.
"Let's stop and asak for directions"
They pulled into a gas station called "Shell"
"WOO! Would you listen to that baby purr!" A worker came into view, a grin spread cheek to cheek.
Dean chuckled, "That's my girl!" he gazed loving at the '67 Chevy Impala, his pride and joy.
Sam just rolled his eyes.
"So, what brings you boys to Rhode Island?" The worker had a accent..it was like he did't pronounce his 'r's'..
"We are looking for a farm. Our friend suggested the 'haunted corn maze' thing" Sam explained.
"Farms? There are not very many of them up here" The worker told Sam, "I'll go look for the one's around here if you 'd like."
"That would be great, thanks." Sam smiled.
The worker disapeared behind the corner of the gas station. They boys waited for what seemed like an hour. Finally, Dean got up and said, "How many farms can there be?!"
"Yeah, he's been gone awhile, let;s go see if he needs any help" As soon as Sam turned the corner, he fell to his knees.