Sam and Charlie arrived at the motel that Dean was supposedly staying at. They had a look around, Sam saw the car that he had replaced the impala with parked up. Dean had taken it despite his hatred for it, better than no car at least. "Look, over there" Charlie whispered to Sam.
Sam turned around to see his brother leaving his motel room. Sam's mouth dropped open as he stood there gobsmacked, "Dean!" He shouted. Dean lifted his head and was shocked when his saw his little brother staring back at him.
"Sam?" Dean was surprised, "How the hell did you find m-" Dean cut himself short when he noticed the red head stranding proudly next to Sam. "Charlie? I should of known..." Dean let his voice trail off.
"Actually, I had some help" Charlie noted.
"Help? Who from? There's no one better than y-"
"His name's Ash. Believe me, he is the best." Charlie interrupted.
"Ash?" Dean looked at Sam, Sam nodded. The three of them stood in silence for a moment. "What the hell, man..." Dean started pacing, "So what are we gonna do now Sam? Apologise and pretend it never happened?" Dean finally brought up what was on everyone's mind. "Cause I'm pretty sure it ain't that easy."
"Dean, I-"
"I know you're sorry, I don't want your worthless apology." Dean ranted, he then calmed down and took a breath. "I just want my damn car." Dean's eyes were watering and his lip was trembling. Charlie was now biting the sides of her mouth as she tried not to erupt with laughter. Sam nudged her with a harsh look, she soon died down.
"I'll get the car back" Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Case?"
"Case" Dean replied.
Meanwhile, Cas and Bobby were not far from the others, only about 5 miLes away.
"Bobby, do you think we'll ever find Dean?" the angel questioned.
"Course we will, bet we ain't far now." Bobby comforted.
Cas stared at the road ahead of him, he didn't get to ride shotgun often. He would usually only get to sit in the front seat if Sam wasn't around. Cas remembered a time when he got to ride in the front even though Sam was with them. Sam had to sit in the back seat, but was a bit too big. Dean went along with it, just to see Sam squashed into the back seat, unable to move.
Dean turned the radio up as he blasted Led Zeplin through the speakers. "Turn it down" said Cas as bashed random buttons, hoping that one of them would turn the music down. A piece of classical music came on, Dean pulled a face and put his music back on. Cas pressed the buttons again, he and Dean took turns at pushing the buttons, trying to get what they wanted on. They eventually ended up wrestling each other while the car steered madly out of control. Sam was in the back seat trying to control them but he could barely move in the cramped space, neither could he hear his own voice over the radio. Eventually they pulled over and Sam forced the two of them to sit in the back seat together. They sat with there arms crossed the whole way.
Cas let out a small snicker, Bobby looked at him awkwardly. Bobby never could tell what Cas was thinking.
Night fell and they were driving through a cemetery, hoping to find Dean burning some bones. "Over there!" Cas yelled excitedly. Bobby quickly turned the truck around Gand headed towards the glow in the distance. They caught up to the burning light to find three people stood over a grave. "Dean?" Cas could only see their outlines. One of them turned around and threw holy water all over Cas as he did so, but who was it?