How to Survive a Horror Movie
Chapter 2- Sometimes the Truth is Staring You in the Face
Sam tried to ignore the small amused noises coming from Dean as he leant against the door reading his 'hilarious' new book. It was made all the more difficult however, as every couple of minutes Dean would read something out loud to him.
"Ha! Listen to this bit. How do you know if you are in a horror movie? Take a look at yourself. Are you or any of your companions wearing a varsity letter jacket? Is there an achingly attractive yet sexually paralysed female in your midst? Do all your friends look suspiciously like cast members from Smallville or Gilmore Girls?"
Sam rolled his eyes as Dean laughed again before continuing.
"Determine if you fit any of the classic horror movie character stereotypes."
Dean stopped reading then overcome with hysterics, but Sam couldn't see why.
"What's so funny" he asked eventually glancing away from the road for a second to look at his brother who had apparently gone mad. Dean wiped his eyes trying to calm down long enough to explain.
"It's this first one. 'The nice guy with the monosyllabic first name'. That's so you SAM"
Then he disintegrated in another fit of laughter. Finally having enough of his brother's antics Sam snatched the book away from him. He couldn't really refute Dean's claim, but he could find some silly horror movie stereotype to apply to his annoying sibling. Glancing quickly between the open pages and the road he grinned.
"What about this one Dean, number six; 'The sex-crazed Asshole'"
Dean however did not find it as hilarious as he snatched the book back.
"Shut up Sam"
He continued reading, and laughing quietly but he didn't read out any passages for a while. Sam meanwhile made the most of the newly found quiet to concentrate on where they were going.
Soon however they were lost and Sam had to pull over so that he could look at the map. He had asked Dean to have a look but apparently the elder Winchester was no longer talking to him.
While Sam looked over the map Dean was becoming more and more worried. The book didn't seem as funny as it had done a moment ago, which was ridiculous. But it was difficult enough most days to believe that their life wasn't one long horror movie, But when they were lost on their way to a log cabin in the middle of nowhere that used to be part of a now abandoned summer camp after leaving an abandoned looking gas station where he had somehow picked up a book on surviving a horror movie. The section he was currently reading did not help the situation either. It explained about harbingers of doom, especially those taking the form of old men working at abandoned looking gas stations who warn you not to go to the wood cabin or whatever. That coupled with the fact that they were apparently lost made him a little nervous. Although he would not admit it to Sam any time soon.
Once they were on their way again however, Dean did not feel any better. For the last half an hour it had felt as if they were going round and round in circles. He tried to laugh it off.
"Hey Sammy, if we pass a corn field we are definitely in a horror movie, this place is creepy."
Sam snorted and rolled his eyes. But his eyes widened as they turned off towards their destination. Suddenly on both sides of the single track road they were now on where huge corn fields. He looked sharply at Dean who looked terrified. Finally having enough and hoping vaguely that the unease he felt was entirely due to that damned book, Sam reached over, plucked the book from between his brother's fingers and threw it out of the window before accelerating sharply. That was quite enough of that nonsense.
