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Chapter 10

Dean groaned as he rolled to his side, wide awake. He glanced forward to see Sam sleeping peacefully on a sleeping bag with a book on his chest.

Great, now all we need is a campire and some marshmellows. He smiled at the idea as he remenised on the old days when they had gone camping with the boy scouts, after some very hard persuasion of course. John had them take holy water, replaced their jack knives with ones made out of silver, and a dozen of protection amulets.

Collecting any useful pieces of clothings, he covered himself the best he could with his tattered shirt and ripped jeans. He became angry as his eyes set on his favorite pair of boots, seams ripped in the front with the soles torn off. He would have to buy a new pair, or just steal one later. But right now, he needed some clothes from his car.

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Sam groaned, waking up in the mine. Seeing that Dean was gone, he started to panic.

Oh no, did he lose control?

Grabbing his gun in case he had to deal with a bloodthirsty werewolf, he started to rush out of the mine, ready to search for his brother. Instead, Sam managed to crash into Dean instead. Hearing some curses and a pained gasp, relief flooded Sam.

Grasping his head as he staggered up to his feet, Dean glared at his younger brother saying, "What the Hell Sammy?"

"Nothing...just worried, that's all."

Shaking off the ache from the back of his head, Dean and Sam both headed out of the mine and back to the Impala. When Dean tried to start the engine, it sputtered and died after a mile.

Sam, wide-eyed and startled, asked "What's wrong with the car?"

Dean's eyes targeted the gas meter, where the indicator was on the red zone.

"We're out of gas.." replied Dean in an unusually calm yet cold manner.

Sam, who was partially the reason for this mishap, frantically searched for a solution in his head. After a few seconds of intense glaring and silence, he got one.

"We could call Bobby..."

A smile lit up Dean's face as he patted his brother's back.

"Good idea Sammy!"

But Sam took out his phone, and it was obvious what was wrong; the battery was dead.
Then he asked, "Dean, you have reception?

Dean stared at Sam with a death glare and took out his cell from the folds of his denim jacket. After dialing the number, he got a groggy "hello" on the other line. It was Bobby. Thank God

"Hey Bobby, this is Dean,"

"Dean?! my god kid, you okay?"

Laughing, Dean replied, "I see Sam told you everything, is that right?" emphasizing slightly on his brother's name.

Sam put on an apologetic look and whispered a barely audible "sorry".

"Listen Bobby, I was wondering if you could do me a favor..."

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3 hours later...

"Dean, stop being an igit and get your ass in the car." Bobby sighed. He had just arrived all the way from the Roadhouse with a tow truck because their car ran out of gas.

"Okay okay, let me just make sure she's all right and ready."

Dean inspected the hook that was attached to the front wheels of the Impala for the one last time. Then walking up to his car, he said the following in a comforting manner.

"I'll be back baby don't worry."

Sam shook his head and muttered something about Dean being too attached to that car as he shut the rear door.

As Dean got in the front seat, Sam exclaimed, "Was that really necessary?"

Dean, looking as if he was insulted, turned around and replied to the statement.

"Hey, that car isn't just my baby, it's my pride and joy, and a memento from dad. Besides, it's not my fault we ran out of gas, is it Sammy-jammy?"

"It's Sam,"

"Alright you two, stop arguing like a married couple and we'll get out of here."

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Sorry for the short chappie and for the wait! I'm sortof grounded away from the computer because my parents think I'm a little crazy with it. So now I have sneak downstairs at like 3am. Don't know how long this is gonna go on. Gotta go, parents might see!

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