The big, black car roared down the highway, its driver pretty much ignoring the hairpin turns, the slick road and the speed limit.
"Kid's got one job to do, just one. Keep out of trouble!" John growled. "Damn it, this is not some fucking game!"
Dean didn't answer, just watched the trees flash by outside his window, hoping his dad wouldn't kill them both before he got back to his brother.
Scowling, John looked over at him. "Dean, you sure you let the phone ring long enough?"
Dean nodded.
"Shit." John pressed his foot down on the gas. "Damned kid."