Chapter 21: A Forward Pass
On the road once more Sam and Dean sat in silence until they were away from Sulphur and nearer to the main interstate to head west.
"So what happened out there when the Thunder Birds had you? Do you remember any of it?" Sam asked to finally break the silence and to stop himself from falling asleep again.
"It wasn't fun, if that's what you're asking," Dean answered in a gruff, displeased, kind of way.
"But how did it happen? You're warded with anti-possession magic."
"I guess it's not the right mojo for that type of being," Dean said with a shrug. "We can't be warded against everything…"
"How are you being so dismissive?" Sam asked to carry on in his prodding. "What did Aiyanna say to you?"
"Sam stop, just stop, with the interrogation. It happened, it's over, we're moving on, literally, and we have to get ourselves in to a mindset of dealing with whatever this next witch has planned for us," Dean's tone was enough to tell his brother to drop the subject all together. "Besides, we haven't even had breakfast yet and I'm starving. I could use a good strong coffee." He said to change the subject.
"Yeah, I feel that, and a shower," Sam said to accept the change of subject; at least his brother was talking.
"Your hygiene can wait until we get to Seattle," Dean huffed.
"But you shouldn't go into public looking the way you look," Sam said to tease and to bring his brothers attention back to the situation they had just encountered the night before. "You still have ecto residue in your hair."
"So what? It's just going to be breakfast in some generic dive diner that we will likely never visit again. Who is going to care?" Dean protested.
"If they let you in at all in your state," Sam laughed. "You look like shit."
"We'll get it to go then, you can go in and I'll wait in the car."
"You really just want to get the hell outta dodge, don't you?"
"We have a job to do," Dean said aggressively once more. "And we have at least a day of driving to get to the job site. I just wanna get there and get into it so that we can get this over with."
"So this has to do with the witches and the dolls?" Sam asked suspiciously. "You're wearing the ecto like a badge of honour or are you just that over this whole thing. I mean, it's not like you. You jump at the chance to see not chicks in diner dresses, it's a thing. You have a thing for them. I don't understand the thing, I don't pretend to want to know the thing about the thing, but you have a thing. And your appearance in situation such as that is everything. But as it stand you look like you just rolled outta bed into a wad of green black crewing gum, just here, stuck…I'll get it…" Sam teased as he leaned over and pulled at the debris in his bother's hair.
"Cut it out Sammy!" Dean protested and swat at his brother's hand.
"With what?" Sam joked. "Hand me your utility knife and I will cut it out for you."
"What, no! Leave the ecto and me alone. I'm driving," Dean growled and swat at his bother again.
"Come on Dean. I could used a rest, find the nearest town and let's take a day. You can clean up and chase come tail and I wont even protest. I'll just do some background research on Rei, our fourth witch and we'll be able to sleep in real beds."
"I'm really not in the mood," Dean huffed. "I'd rather stay on the open road to calm me down and ground me."
"A shower and a good meal will do the same thing because you are filthy and tired," Sam countered. "And I know better than most people what you get like when you haven't slept well."
"All right, fine. Let's just get away from this part of the country, put Sulphur in our past and give the drive a couple more hours," Dean said to get his brother off his case.
"Fine, but find a Gas and Go so I can at least get coffee," Sam said.
"There's one," Dean said as the station appeared on the horizon.
"Perfect."