Out of instinct Dean turned on Metallica the moment he started his prized Impala, though it might not have been the best idea considering the circumstance. He recognized the seriousness of the situation but refused to let his frustration show, instead Dean continued to drum his hands against the wheel in tune with the music as if it was just a normal night.
Sam, however, was far less calm about the situation. His brother ignored every glare forcing Sam to break Dean's number one rule–driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole- and turned off the music. Ejecting the cassette tape, Sam considered tossing it over his shoulder in frustration but quickly thought otherwise. It probably wouldn't help the situation by throwing objects at their backseat passenger.
Clearing his throat Sam opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Dean could feel his younger brother's eyes on him, pleading him for help. Gripping the wheel he thought over what had just happened. This had been the stupidest thing he'd ever done, and that was in a long history of stupid stunts.
A dozen possible options ran through his mind, each one ended with both of them behind bars. For a moment Dean considered just throwing her out, it wasn't like Blondie could catch up with the Impala, and if they didn't plan to spend a few days in this town it might have been a viable plan.
"Where are we going to go?" Sam asked quietly as they turned onto an off-road, as if the girl in the back couldn't hear them.
"Well we can't go back to the motel, we need somewhere isolated." Dean stated sternly as he kept his eyes on the road, while his grip tightened as he heard her let out a frightened whimper from the back seat.
"Relax, everything's going to be fine." Dean reassured, trying to keep his voice friendly. The lady did not meet his gaze, only turned towards the window hoping to figure out where they were taking her. Unfortunately, this late in the evening and surrounded by forest she could not make out any markers on the isolated road, instead her gaze focused on the trees in an attempt to remain calm. Sam frowned, not enjoying having this reaction, but what did he expect? As far as she knew she had been kidnapped by two psychopaths.
"Please let me go, it's not too late." She whispered still unable to meet either of the brother's eyes. "It's not too late, you don't have to do... whatever you're going to do." Images of St. Louis flash through her mind, women her age tied to chairs and– she couldn't think of it.
"And what are we supposed to do, drop you off in front of the police station with a 'we're sorry note?'" Dean laughed, trying to lighten up the hopeless situation. "Sorry, I really wish we could let you go."
"And we will." Sam added when he seen the colour drain from the blonde woman's face. "We just can't have you running back to the FBI until we're gone."
"Yeah, once were done than well drop you off with a note saying 'we're really sorry' and you'll never see us again." Dean joked, earning another glare from his already pissed off brother. "So do you have a name Blondie?" he asked after another tense moment of silence.
For a moment she didn't answer, she just kept looking out the window until finally meeting his eyes in the mirror. New found confidence and adrenalin running through her veins, she refused to simply play hostage. They may have taken her gun but she had their profile and that would have to be enough.
"Jennifer, FBI BAU Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau."