Chapter 2
"Sam!" Dean yelled. His brother was taking way too long to pack up.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he responded slightly irritated. His brother had been telling him to 'Get in the car, we don't have all day' since two in the morning. On second thought, he was waaaay more than a little irritated.
"We don't have all day!"
"Actually, we do!"
"Not the point!"
"Exactly the point! Why were we up at two in the morning if WE DIDN'T NEED TO BE!"
"Someone's cranky!" With that, Dean opened the door and walked outside. Sam followed through the open door, shut and locked it behind himself, and got into the Impala. Dean put in the key and started the engine when, all of a sudden, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out and looked at the number.
"It's Eli." he said, sounding slightly amazed.
"She better have an excuse. It's been three days!" Sam replied, "Speaker phone."
Dean answered and put the call on speaker phone, "Hey Liz, where the hell have you been?! It's been three days!"
"What can I say? Lincoln, it's a funky town." Eli laughed and the boys could tell it was fake.
"Still doesn't explain why you haven't called. Every morning you were supposed to call. Sam was worried sick." Dean said. Sam gave him a look and Dean smiled smugly.
"Little held up. These vampires are pretty good. How's the whole shapeshifter thing going?"
"Good," Sam spoke up, "Just wrapped it up. We're heading down right now. Care to give us an address?"
"4320 Lake Street. No rush."
"We'll be there as soon as possible." Dean said.
"Like I said, no rush." she urged.
Dean hung up the phone and smacked the steering wheel.
"You think it's the vampires?" Sam asked with a sigh.
"Probably." Dean said, "Oh God, we gotta get going!" He shoved his phone into his pocket and pulled out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires.
"What do you think their plan is?" Sam asked, obviously trying not to show how badly he was freaking out.
"I don't know, man" Dean responded, doing nothing but freaking out, "All I know is we gotta get down there and when we do, heads will roll."
"Lincoln is fourteen hours away. You think she can hold on that long?" Sam asked, staring at the map.
"Well it's not gonna take fourteen hours." Dean said, speeding up.
"Well it's a good we taught her the whole code word thing. Funky town." Sam said with a slight smile.
"Yeah, best idea I ever had." Dean said.
"You could have chosen an easier code word."
"And you could have gotten up earlier this morning."
The two started bickering and before long, Dean cranked up the music to drown Sam out. Sam then gave Dean the bitchface and the two rode on. Dean sang along to the music and Sam just smiled.