Supernatural crossover with Leandros series: Just cause I'm so bored! GO BOYS GO!
The '67 Impala couldn't go fast down the highway anymore - it couldn't even go faster than fifteen miles per hour at this time. Looking out the windshield, Dean Winchester was basically grinding his teeth at the long line of cars ahead of him.
"Chill dude," Sam said while quietly looking at a map, "it's only rush hour. A pain in the ass, but-"
"For other people, not us… the one day you tell me to take the shortcut there and we're stuck in the middle of freakin' rush hour!" he drummed him fingers a little more and considered just staying stopped until ALL the cars in front of him were a good ways away, and then flooring the car to catch up.
Starting and stopping and then starting back up again, the brothers exchanged annoyed glances with each other, and then with the cars ahead and back. Sam chuckled as Dean flipped off a honking horn behind them. They had just reached yet another stop when Sam heard arguing from the car next to them.
The car was old and beat up, Sam noticed, not something that Dean would ever let happen to his dear Impala. Glancing over slyly out of boredom he overheard the two people arguing.
"We're not stopping at a fast food mart," the one driving calmly stated, "so don't even start little brother." The voice sang out the window.
"Fine," there was a sarcastic note in the other voices tone that Sam knew all too well meant 'I'm not dropping it'.
"Nib shitting in other peoples business?" Dean asked, smiling that stupid smile.
"Yeah- a lot like you staring at the hot girls in the other cars?" Sam copied that smile and began to laugh along with his older brother.
"So tell me about this hunt…" Dean flicked the radio on and turned it down to a murmur.
"You want to hear about a hunt?" Sam cocked his head, "Usually you're all shoot first and get information later."
"Yeah! No! Well, what else is there to do in here?" Dean looked right back at him and Sam unfolded the piece of paper on the dash.
"Well, in this New York area-," he pointed at a very rough sketch of New York, "multiple sightings of…" he flipped the page and took his time reading it silently before conveying the information to Dean. If only to piss him off.
"What? Shifters? Demons? C'mon Sammy, spit it out!"
"That's just it- all the accounts seem to point to tricksters- shifters- zombies-"
"What the hell-?"
"Exactly my point. I don't know what's going on- so I figured-"
"We go check it out." Dean began the annoying singing that Sam found the absolute bane of rush hour with a brother like Dean.
The absolute horror of being stuck in rush hour with Nik was that there was no way to escape the lectures.
"Are you even listening to me, little brother?" the cool voice broke through. Cal knew better then to retort and stayed silent. "I thought so. I can try to fill your brain with every bit of knowledge I know, but the parts you retain are very limited." Cal looked around in boredom.
The first time in a long while we're on the road and look- stuck in rush hour! Cal thought angrily. Looking over past Niko, he could see two men cramped in a car, smell the tall tell signs of fast food- to which he desperately wanted- and could hear the radio blare. Glancing at Nik he could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't the only one that could hear it.
"So," Cal began, "what do you think about the music?" he nodded to the car beside them, "And do you think Goodfellow could hook us up with one of those?"
"The music is…" Niko listened a bit more, "alright." He genuinely approved, "the car? I suppose, if you can find it cheap."
Cal nodded and tried to call out. "Hey!" no one turned, "HEY!" With a huff he tried to find a scrap of paper in the immaculately cleaned car that was his brothers.
"Jesus Nik- don't you have any junk in this shit box?"
"I don't like mold in my spaces," Niko looked at Cal intently. With a smirk Cal breathed out,
"Maybe I'll just shoot the side of their car and that'll wake 'em up." Niko glared at him and shrugged.
When Sam turned to the beat up old car next to them he was surprised to see one of the men who was seated in the passengers seat waving at them. Hitting Dean lightly on the arm to get his attention, he leaned out and loudly said,
"Yeah?"
"Nice car!" the passenger had long black hair and very winter grey eyes that looked almost opaque in the glittering sun.
"I know!" Dean leaned over Sam and giving a snort he leaned over to. Flipping the music down Dean leaned back.
A few minuets passed with starting and stopping, ironically by the same car as earlier. Sam, growing bored, fiddled with his research, and Dean, well; he carefully hid his gun and cleaned it. Dean put in the salt rounds and closed the barrel of the sawed off shot gun, then slowly put it in the inside of his jacket as usual.
Sam had been doodling when he heard Dean gasp, "Is that a Dessert Eagle? Oh god Sammy! I've always wanted one!" Sam looked into the next car and saw the man load one. The blond driver cast a glance at the Winchesters.
"NRA." Sam tried to pass off normally.
"Uh-huh…" Niko looked at Cal and he carefully put the gun down. Staring at Sam, Cal began to smell something odd, the fast food aroma was dissipating and instead there was a… unique smell.
"Nik," he warned while Sam and Dean were arguing, "something isn't right-" that was all it took. Nik had his free hand on a small dagger and Cal had his hand on the Glock. Close quarters weren't made for explosives. "What's the plan?" Cal kept an eye on Sam and Dean, watching for sudden movements.
"Wait… stalk… and then-"
"Kill?" Cal wondered quietly, he could always be hopeful.
"Keep in mind it may just be because of your deprivation from grease filled food." But neither of them were reassured, usually Cal was right.
"Dean," Sam kept slyly looking at the people next to him, "trouble." Dean gave a slight nod and they both kept guns loaded low. Both groups were tense, and both were preparing for a fight.
"This is comfy," Dean remarked loud enough so they could hear, "we should just all go for pancakes and waffles."
"Sounds like a good idea," Cal and Nik agreed, "We should."
The cars finally reached an off ramp, and traveled down. Now- now- the Winchesters were prepared to fight, just like the Leandros brothers.
"Nik," Cal hesitated, tested the air for a moment and felt his stomach turn, "we may need Robin's help." Niko saw Cal reach for the Mala beads under his sleeve and concurred,
"Better to outnumber than to be evenly matched." Cal looked at him and gave a slight, psychotic smile.
"Whatever you say big brother."