The rest of the ride to Georgia was spent in silence. No one talked. No one said anything. Not even the radio was on. The only sound was the occasional sneeze and the and whistling in through the windows.
With just one hour outside of the town, someone's stomach grumbled. No doubt that it was Dean. He pulled off the road up to a diner. He shut off the car and made to get out when he noticed that both Sam and Charlie were just staring at him questioningly.
"I'm hungry. I don't know about you two. You can hang out in the car while I eat, or you guys can join me," said Dean before getting out of the car and walking to the door.
"Come on, Chuck. Let's go eat. We're about an hour out, and I am pretty hungry," said Sam not wanting to leave Charlie behind in the car.
"Fine." She grabbed her shirt and headed for the diner.
The two walked into the seeing Dean already with a cup of coffee. Sam and Charlie shared the bench across from Dean. The waitress, a bubbly, perky blonde, came up to take their order. She bending over the table giving Dean and Sam a perfect shot of her WonderBra cleavage. Charlie was obviously irritated when the Barbie left because she didn't take down her order. She probably didn't even notice Charlie sitting with them.
"Chuck, you can have some of my food," offered Sam when the waitress brought the food out. "Or I can call her back over."
"She'll probably only come back over thinking you want another shot of her water bra tits," joked Charlie grabbing a fry from Sam's plate. Sam smiled and cut his burger in half. Dean only grunted and continued eating his food.
They were back on the road within twenty minutes heading to Charlie's friend's place. It was still awkward in the Impala, but Dean had finally turned on the music. Still, no one had said anything.
They had finally arrived at he guy Tom's place about forty-five minutes later. Dean pulled the car into a driveway leading to a huge house.
"Wow. Your friend Tom must be rich," said Sam surprised by the size and state of the house. Dean let out a low whistle.
"Yeah," said Charlie. "Except, I haven't seen this place yet."
A man stepped out onto the the front porch and began walking towards the car. Charlie got out of the backseat and went to hug the guy. Dean and Sam climbed from the car and stared at the sight. Dean was tense with jealousy. The little, green monster was trying to claw its way out of Dean. He and Sam walked over to Charlie and the guy. Dean rudely cleared his throat hoping to get their attention. Sam elbowed his brother.
"Oh, sorry," apologized Charlie. "Tom, these guys are Sam and Dean Winchester. Guys, this is Tom Neville." The guys shook hands and made nice. Tom offered for the three to stay in the house which Charlie and Sam gladly accepted.
Dean and Sam were taking in Tom as they followed him into the house. This guy was almost as tall as Sam, but taller than Dean. He was obviously built by the way his shirt strained against the bulging muscles. His pants were hugging his legs, and they couldn't help but notice the obvious python straining against the zipper.
"Okay, someone can stay in this room, the one across the hall and the one next to it. Bathroom's the third door on the left, and there are towels in the linen closet in the bathroom. Each room has a TV with satellite, so you guys should be set," said Tom. "Just ask if you guys need anything."
"What about food?" asked Dean apparently embarassing Charlie and Sam.
"Help yourselves," said Tom. "If you guys are hungry, I can whip something up."
"No thanks," said Charlie. "We already ate."
"So, when do you wanna go over the case?" asked Sam.
"Whenever you guys want to," said Tom.
"I'm beat, so I'm gonna head to bed now," said Dean.
"Tomorrow it is," said Tom.