SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS
Lonnie: If you don't like it, don't read it, huh?
Charmedsupernaturalfan: Glad you like it so far. I will.
A Writer of Fanfiction: First off, love gettin' a new reviewer. For your first piece of advice: there's a reason for that, but I can't tell ya 'cuz that'd ruin the whole story. Second, more description, less dialogue, I'll try. As for the use of bold, one part was to show that Angel was jealous and I usually intermix italics and bold for flashbacks. Finally, I'm glad you're enjoying this so far.
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Sam hung up the phone and immediately started packing.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's goin' on?" Dean wondered.
"Dad's got a job for us. Let's go," Sam answered.
"Who's the good little soldier now?" Dean quipped.
"Dean, I'm not kidding. I mean, it's Sunnydale and if she needs help, something is seriously wrong," Sam stressed.
"Dude, what's wrong with you? I've never seen you like this," Dean stated. Sam stopped. How could he explain when he wasn't if sure himself? Sure, he and Buffy hadn't seen each other since he was fourteen, but they had shared e-mails over the years. Although, she had been pretty lax in writing lately. That had been troubling enough, but now Dad's call...everything was just happening so fast. Dean stared, waiting for his brother to start talking.
"Come on. Let's just hit the road," Sam said gruffly. Without waiting for a reply, he went out to the Impala. For a moment, Dean just stared. What the heck? he wondered. None of this made any sense. Sam never followed Dad's orders. He'd never just pick up and go on a job. Why was Sunnydale any different? What was so special about the place? He didn't get. Yeah, Sam and Dad had fought something in the town when Sam was fourteen, but...still. The sound of the Impala's horn broke Dean from his reverie. With a sigh, Dean grabbed his stuff and headed for the car, where he threw his bag into the trunk.
"Move," Dean said gruffly. Without an argument, Sam moved to the passenger seat.
"Drive," Sam ordered. Dean started the ignition, and took off.