One of the extraordinary things about having a physical body, is the possibilities In true spiritual form, you know your limit. You know how much you can take and how much you can dish out. Its a pretty absolute thing.
But having an actual physical brain is something that Tay craved. Whenever combat presented itself, her new brain instantly reacted, dosing her body up with adrenaline. Suddenly there are a thousand scenarios in which she could respond. Fighting without a body-without the increase of blood pressure, thousands of chemical triggers, acceleration of organ functions, and the muscle and mind reflexes-there just wouldn't be much of an experience. And that's what its all about, right? Like take right now for instance. Two very popular but bloodthirsty brothers, and a fierce darling angle, all of whom were genuinely pissed at the moment. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Lets rewind the clock back about, say maybe two hours?
As soon as the impala made a sharp right turn Dean slammed his foot on the gas and screeched down the cracked bumpy road. On both sides of them over crowded trees flew past. Earlier that day the original plan was to take to the mountains under the protection of hex bags. Security through obscurity, right? Well, no not really. Somewhere along the way, their sunny drive up into the mountains turned into an all out fight or flight situation. An flight certainly seemed like the best option at the moment. The view on their right quickly transformed in to a white blur of rocky mountain side and to their left a nerve racking drop of rocks.
"I don't understand!" Sam grunted through his teeth, clutching onto the side of the car to keep from getting thrown out the window as Dean made sudden left. The car skidded deathly close to a steep drop before screeching down the rode once more. "They shouldn't have been able to find us with the hex bags! How the hell did they find us?!"
Dean frantically looked into the rear view mirror before making another dangerously sharp turn. He cursed under his breath as the rubber screeched once more.
"This is totally going to screw up the wheels." He muttered angrily.
"Dean!"
"Alright, Alright! Uh- I don't know, I mean Crowley can't have just demons workin' for him, maybe he had some witch pull some voodoo shit or something-" Dean was cut off when suddenly the one of the front wheels blew out with a loud BAM!
"Aw, c'mon man! The rims!" Dean shouted in anguish, throwing Sam a desperate look.
"Dude, will you forget about the car for one second!"
"FINE!" He yelled angrily as he took another sharp left turn. Everything in the car jerked violently to the right, making Sams head slam into the window.
"Ow! Watch it, will you!"
"You aren't aloud to complain since you have a thick skull!" Dean retorted, yelling the last part as he made yet another turn. "How the hell am I supposed to drive on this crappy narrow road?!"
"Dean, the tablet!" Sam reminded him as he rubbed his head.
"Alright, just gimme a moment!" He snapped and frantically threw a quick look out the window before wiping his mouth. "Maybe we could dump it. This next turn I can pull over, then you jump out and bury it." In response to his suggestion an invisible force slammed into the left side of the impala, sending it dangerously close to the edge of the road.
"Uh-I don't think that's an option." Sam stuttered. His eyes nervously darted out the window and down the side of the mountain before quickly averting his eyes and swallowing nervously. Meanwhile, Dean had already grabbed the loaded shotgun hidden beneath his seat and rolled down the window. He propped the gun up and pointed it at the compressed empty space between them and the rocky wall.
"Dent my baby, will ya." He growled threateningly under his breathe and pulled the trigger thrice. Three salt filled bullets tore through the air, the first two embedding themselves into the limestone rock, the third finding it's lumbering target. A hell hounds scream erupted from the air and specs of black bodily fluid splattered onto the pale yellow rock. Flesh and bone slammed into the pavement with a sickening thump and skewed into the path of the impalas back wheel. The car jerked and bumped over the body and wavered for a moment before continuing straight.
"HA! Take that you ugly bastard!" Dean shouted out the window with an almost maniac smile.
"Ok, that's Great, but I doubt its the only one." Sam informed him as he dug through a bag in his lap. A sudden slam erupted from the back of the car and Dean groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Way to jinx it, Sammy!" Dean said, slamming his hand down on the wheel. An almost frantic screeching noise tore through the air as invisible razor sharp claws savagely clung and dug into the metal of trunk.
"Hand me the gun."
"What?" Dean asked fearfully, already knowing what Sam had planned.
"Will you gimme the gun!" Sam exclaimed and made grabby hands for it.
"Can't you just lean out the window and take a pop at it?" He demanded as he frantically made a grab for the gun.
"Are you kidding me, its a freaking two mile drop down there and you want me to "lean out the window"!?" The two jumped when a ferocious snarl barked into the rear glass window and the weight of the car shifted backwards as the creature finally gained balance. The window fogged white as another vicious growl erupted The invisible hound used what balance it had to slam its side into the glass, causing thousands of thin white cracks to appear.
"Oh sure, just when we need to throw one off there are suddenly no turns!" Dean complained before Sam yanked the shotgun from his grasp.
"Oh come on Sam-" The younger brother aimed towards the back of the car and just before hound broke through he emptied four shots into it. The glass exploded with an ear splitting burst and shattered glass rained down onto the black leather, the sound making Dean flinch grip the steering wheel even tighter as if to apologize to his baby. "Sammy, your killing me here." Dean moaned. Three bullets met the dog's forehead and another buried deep into it's neck.
The massive dog uttered a choking yelp as an arterie in its neck burst before slumping into the back seat.
"You thinks that's bad, now its bleeding all over the backseat." Sammy said apologetically and handed him back the gun. Dean groaned and the familiar vile stench of decaying flesh suddenly violated their noses.
"Alright, so we can't bury the damn thing, maybe we could just chuck it out the window." Dean suggested while covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve, making his voice muffled.
"That idea is almost as bad as me leaning out the window while your driving." Sam retorted flatly through sleeve.
"If we throw it out now maybe Cas can scope out mountain side. I mean if anyone can find it, its him." Dean finished with questioning but hopeful look. The speed of the car slowed dramatically now that the dog problem seemed to be dealt with, but she still creaked at every frequent turn.
"Dude," Sam started, rubbing his face tiredly, "even if we pretend that's not a horrible idea, what makes you think Cas would find it before Crowley, anyways? No, we just keep the tablet with us at all times."
"Fine." Dean spat and readjusted his hands on the wheel. It had been a few days since Cas had popped up and it didn't seem any amount of praying today was going to work.
'Dammit Cas.'