I'm sorry if this is a sucky chapter. Monday night Grey's Anatomy's season finale was on and the crying from when someone died (Incase people missed it) tuckered me out and work yesterday wiped me out too so I've been writing in a bit of a sleepy state lol.
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The tires of Dean's '67 Chevy Impala squealed as he pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the highway. The car remained silent except for the quiet background music. Sam sat in the passenger seat with his head against the window trying to catch a bit more sleep.
Last night Amanda had claimed one bed, refusing to sleep anywhere near the infestation of cockroaches. And so Dean and Sam played rock, paper, scissors for the next bed. Unfortunately for Sam, Dean won. The floor had been rock solid making it very difficult to sleep on and so he was still pretty tired this morning.
Amanda on the other hand was pretty chipper, so chipper it was annoying. She managed to convince Dean to let her play one of her favourite tapes. And now she sang along to Joe Nichol's 'Cool to be a fool' in the backseat.
The song was getting on Dean's last nerve, reminding him of all the mistakes with women he's made and he didn't want to be walking down memory lane at the moment. He nudged Sam awake, who groaned in turn. "Sammy, wanna look at those coordinates and see which city we're headed to?"
Sam grunted and opened the glove compartment to retrieve the South Dakota map they got at the motel. "Deadwood." Sam looked at the coordinates on his map. "As in the TV show?" Dean asked. "No, as in the actual city called Deadwood." Sam replied.
"What are we hunting in Deadwood?" Amanda bounced to attention and leaned over Dean's seat. "There's an old story about several gold rush miners who actually found gold in the Black Hills in 1833. Now the gold was supposedly stolen from them by Indians and hidden. So rumor has it that five people found some of the gold and the Indian's spirits have come back to kill all of the people who took it from it's resting place." Sam said.
"You know, the correct term is Native-American." Amanda said referring to Sam's use of the word Indian. Dean rolled his eyes. "Reminds me of that movie with the hot Egyptian chick…" "The Mummy?" Amanda asked. "Yeah that's it. Man was she hot. I'd die like him if that meant I could get my hands on her." Dean went on. Amanda raised a brow and looked at Sam. "Don't worry this is normal. He likes to think with his other brain and pick up women everywhere he goes." Sam explained to her. "Hey I don't pick them up, they come to me." Dean argued. "And he's modest too." Amanda added sarcastically.
"Anyway... According to the newspapers three of these people have died already. There haven't been any witnesses yet, but it said the bodies were found with various wounds from weapons like tomahawks, and arrows." Sam quickly jumped in with the rest of the story. "What about the gold they found?" Dean asked. "Don't know. They never found any on the bodies or in their homes. The spirits must've taken the gold back when they killed them." Sam replied. "Well let's get some answers from the two who are still alive and find out what happened so we can kill evil the bastards." Dean said and sped up on the highway.
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Sorry if I offended anyone with the term Indian. Used it only for the purpose of the story.
Anyway R&R please.