All right sorry for the long update time. I'll skip the fluff and get right to the story. Just a note, this chapter is Sam's POV. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Dean was supposed to pick him up hours ago. Sam was not happy. It was a long walk back to the crappy motel of the week. At first he was pissed. Of course Dean would be "late". He would. Ugh I am so going to kick his ass when he gets back here. As the day faded into night, Sam's anger morphed into concern. He had tried calling Dean numerous times, and Dean never answered. Pick up Dean! Okay, something is officially wrong. Dean always answers his phone no matter what. The only time he doesn't is if he can't of if he doesn't have his phone. I know he has his phone so, that means something bad happened. All right, where was Dean going? Is there any way he could get hurt?
Sam's impatience rose with the moon. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore. E went out into the remote corners of the desolate parking lot. The only cars parked there were an old faded blue minivan, and a slightly dented Buick. Dean would kill me if I tried to save him in a minivan. God I would never live it down. I'll just stick with the Buick and spare myself.
Sam made quick work of hot wiring the Buick, ad headed off in Dean's direction.