An hour later, Dean called Bobby to inform him that there would be a change in plans. They agreed to meet at a small town located near the middle of Indiana about two days.
"Alright. Finish the job quick, cuz this is really important," Dean said. As he talked, Claire removed her now soaked sweatshirt from Sam's back. She winced at the sight of the enormous bruise that discolored his skin. Anna joined her in observing the wound.
"Ouch. That must hurt."
"No way!" Claire cried. Her words were coated in sarcasm.
"Hey Anna. Do we have any food?" Sam asked.
"Unless you count gummy bears and Twinkies, no." Sam groaned at her response.
"Dean! Go get some food!" He ordered. "And not that crap you usually get!"
"That 'crap' is good! So suck it up princess!" Claire and Anna smirked as they bickered. Later, after they had packed their things, Sam rose very slowly from the bed. He put his hands on his bruised back with a grimace.
"Take it easy, grandpa!" Anna teased, laughing at the way Sam was gingerly moving. (Poor) Sam glowered at her. Claire gave him a pitying look and placed more ice on his back and hand.
"Thanks." Claire smiled sweetly at him.
"No problem." Sam gave her a small smile of his own. Soon after, all of them filed to the car carrying the men's various bags.
Sam opened the trunk, scowling as he bent down to unlock it. Anna stared in shock at the contents.
"Do you always carry this much…weaponry around?" She asked. Sam shot her a grin and nodded.
"Yeah. Don't worry we don't kill people." This did nothing to make Anna feel better.
"They're psychotic!" Anna screamed in her head.
"Why?"
"There are guns and knives EVERYWHERE!"
"They're hunters…remember?"
"Still-I never thought people were allowed to have so much."
Meanwhile, Claire was struggling with one particular duffel bag.
"Oh-my-gosh! What the heck do you have in here?!" Dean and Sam grinned as she slid the bag across the pavement with difficulty.
"Here, I'll take it," Dean said.
"No, it's ok. I got it," She replied quickly. Claire swung her arms to throw the bag into the trunk. Much to her dismay, the momentum sent her flying backwards. Dean and Sam grinned as she slid the bag across the pavement with difficulty.
"Here, let me take it," Dean offered.
"No, it's ok. I got it," she said quickly. She swung her arms to throw the bag into the trunk. Much to her dismay, the momentum sent her flying backwards.
She yelped in surprise, but Dean came to her rescue. As she fell, he slipped his arms under her own. Claire gave Dean an appreciative smile.
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome," he replied, a wide grinning on his face. Claire's smile widened.
"Do you always save beautiful damsels in distress?" She joked. Dean winked.
"Prince Charming, that's me." Sam snorted.
"Yeah, right. Dream on Dean."
"Aw. Sammy, you're just jealous of my natural ability with women," Dean said. He flashed an award-winning smile at his brother.
"It's Sam, Dean," Sam grumbled.
"His natural ability with women? Oh, please. He doesn't seem to have much ability with anything."
"Anna, don't be mean," Claire scolded. Anna shook her head hopelessly in response.
"You are all morons."
"Sam, where are we going now?" She asked. She lowered herself into the car. Claire ignored her comment and followed her example.
"Some place in Indiana." He eased himself delicately into the passenger seat, wincing as his back connected with the chair.
"Some place?" Claire asked skeptically.
"A town called Morgansville. We'll be there in about two days. We're meeting our friend Bobby," Dean said as he entered the car.
"Oh."
"You gonna be ok?" Dean asked. Sam waved his hand reassuringly. However, Dean was reassured. As the car pulled out of the parking lot, bumping as it hit a curb, Dean shot Sam several worried glances. Claire's voice suddenly piped up from the rear.
"Can we go shopping in Indiania?"
"What is it with you and shopping?"
"I need clean clothes. Clean clothes are a must." Claire leaned over the seat and gave Dean an expert puppy dog look. In the battle of wills Dean was easily defeated.
"Fine," he sighed. Claire smiled brightly.
"Yay!"