Hey guys, I thought I'd apologize in advance about any car references in this chapter because my 12year old brother honestly knows much more then I do when it comes to this. Hope you enjoy anyway.
Chapter 10- Break Down
"Dean, I'm fine. Really," Jo pleaded from the backseat, "My stomach barely hurts anymore."
The last thing that Jo wanted this late at night was to wait in the emergency room for three hours to see a doctor, but Dean had rushed her out of the bar and forced her into the car despite her protests. The bar was about six miles out of town with only a gas station in between and it was already around midnight. All she knew she needed was a good night's sleep to feel better.
"Jo you need to get checked out by a doctor, just to be sure," Sam agreed with Dean, turning around to look at her.
"Yeah, and sit back and relax already," Dean called out from the driver's seat.
"Yes Daddy."
He glanced back at her, only taking his eyes off the road for a second, and then went back to driving with a huff. He wasn't sure if the sarcasm had hit him as irritating or cute, but he would never admit that it got to him. Right now, though, he was just glad that she was alright.
That came up to two close calls in one day. Not even he had managed that kind of record in a while. She seemed to have some sort of a target placed on her head, but Dean couldn't imagine who would want to hurt her. Sure, Jo wasn't the easiest person to get along with, and she could definitely get under your skin, but she'd only been in town for two days. Not even she could make someone so psycho-killer crazy in that short length of time.
The car sputtered.
"What the hell?" said Dean, looking around at the car.
It sputtered again.
"Dean check the gages," Sam suggested, 'I think there's something blinking."
"Dude, there is nothing blinking on my car."
The car stalled and the engine died as Dean pulled over to the curb. He cursed and hit the wheel hard with his fists. He had not noticed the oil sign blinking on the driving panel until just now. Picking a few other choice words, he threw open his door, got out and slammed it shut. Walking up around to the front of the car, Dean popped the hood. Sam and Jo got out as well and followed Dean up to the front but maintaining their distance.
"Damn it!"
Dean cursed once more and turned to leaned up against the car, putting his hands in his pocket and bowing his head.
"Dean?" Sam said anxiously.
Dean hesitated and looked up, not at Sam and Jo, but straight out the road past them. His face held an expression that was a mix of agony, rage and frustration. Finally standing up straight again he spoke.
"There's a bolt on the engine block missing," he said still not looking at them, "We're out of oil."
Sam and Jo looked at each other. Neither knew much about cars but they both understood that they were basically screwed without oil in the engine.
"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch," Dean muttered more to himself then the other two.
"Who?" They asked together.
"That damn, cocky bastard that was under her hood, that's who."
"Dean come on," Jo whined, "Can you just let it go. Alex isn't a bad guy so would you just drop it already?"
"Dean," Sam said choosing his words carefully as to not make Dean any more angry, "Why would Alex do anything to your car?"
"I donno, but how else could a bolt come off the engine block, huh?" Dean raised his eyebrows waiting for an answer, "I put those things on myself. But now we're in the middle of a highway and the car's out of oil. Now you tell me who did it. You know, I bet it was probably tinker bell, yeah…"
"Dean, would you give it a rest for a minute, huh?"
"Ok, fine, I'll give it a rest. So how we gonna get the car started Collage Boy?"
"Okay, you two stop it," Jo cut in between them and looked up at Dean, "Someone is just going to have to walk back to the gas station and get some oil. It was only about a mile back."
"Well you're not going," Dean told her as he side stepped past her, "So me or Sammy will do it."
"Hey, why can't I?"
"Because you're a girl."
Dean dodged Jo's hand which had aimed to strike his head and went over to face Sam.
"Alright how you wanna do this," Sam asked, "Paper, scissors, rock?"
"No way man, you always win at that game," Dean said defensively, rooting around in his pocket and pulling out a quarter, "Heads or Tails?"
"Tails."
"Ha, heads. See you later little brother," Dean smirked and patted Sam on the back.
"Yeah, whatever man," Sam said, turned around and walked off. Once his back was turned he grinned to himself. He was leaving Dean and Jo alone with the car. There could only be two results: either the car would be blown up when he got back or…
Sam laughed at the thought.
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Next Chapter will be called: Stranded