Sam and Dean left early in the morning. Yeah, it didn't really feel right to Sam, leaving those girls that had invited them to their rooms the night before, but they had to get going; as much as it sounded more like Dean's ways and something that idiots on The Jersey Shore would do, they had things to do and places to go.
Once they got in the car, Dean realized that he had left a certain girl's number right on top of the dashboard. "What's this?" Sam asked, a huge grin on his face as he read the number.
"N-Nothing, man," Dean said, trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Give that back!"
"I don't think so . . ." Sam smiled, sticking the paper in his pocket, and putting an Acrylyc Soul CD into the player. "Focus on the road, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give it back to you."
"God, you're so immature," Dean mumbled, quietly singing along as he focused on the road ahead. "I don't belong here/We gotta move on and/Escape from this afterlife/Cause it's time alright/To move on and on/ Far away from here."
Sam followed along as well, feeling the teenage memories come back to him right away. "Got nothin' against you/And surely I'll miss you/ This place, for a piece of mind/ And I'd hope you might/ Take me back inside/ When the time is right."
Sam immediately turned down the volume as his phone went off. He answered to the familiar voice. "Bobby? What is it?"
"You kids need to get to Washington as fast as you can. A Little town called Forks, to be exact."
"Why? What's the problem there?"
"Vampires. The place is crawling with them. Most of them are on our side, but there are a few human-killers. And plenty of werewolves, too. They're okay, but from what I've heard, this certain pack are definitely not fans of humans in their home-land." Bobby took a deep breath. "Let's just say that the blood-suckers and the wolf-kids absolutely hate each other, and they're all afraid that an all out war is going to start between them. All for one teenage girl."
"You're being serious, right? This isn't a joke, or anything?" Sam looked over at Dean, who was bobbing his head to the next song that came on.
"Do I ever lie?"
"Good point. I'll call you back when we get closer to there."
Once he hung up the phone, Dean glanced at his brother. "So, what's our next mission?"
"Vampires. And werewolves."
"Great." Dean grinned, revving up the engine, his heart racing as the engine roared and the car sped forward.