DISCLAIMER: Supernatural and its characters belong to…I'm pretty sure they still belong to Eric Kripke. Robert Singer, maybe? Whoever the showrunner is this season? Look, they ain't mine, ok? Yeesh.
Short-Lived Escape
"I've got the keys," Dean crowed.
"How did you get those?" Sam asked.
"Nimble fingers, Sammy, nimble fingers." Dean tossed the keys in the air, missing them on the way down. He bent down to pick them up. "Ow!" One hand massaged his back while the other unlocked the car. He got in and had already adjusted the seat and steering wheel and mirrors before he remembered to unlock the passenger side so Sam could get in.
Dean started the car, reveling in the feel of the engine. "All right, let's make our escape!"
"Why would we need drapes?" Sam wanted to know.
"Never mind. Let's just go."
They were halfway to their new case when Sam realized something. "We forgot to take some stuff with us. We're going to have to stop and load up."
"Stop being a little bitch, Sammy," Dean groused. "We don't need –" The alarm on his watch sounded. "Crap. Guess you're right. I'll look for a CVS."
Before they could follow through, however, a police car raced in front of them and angled itself to a stop. They were too close to go around, they had no choice but to stop.
"Sam and Dean Ruger, turn off the engine and exit the vehicle with your hands in plain view!"
"What's he saying about coo-coo-kachoo?"
"He wants us to get out of the car, Sam."
Dean turned off the car and got out, Sam following suit. The officer was nice enough to cuff them loosely from the front before putting them in his cruiser.
"How did you find us so quick?" Dean asked the officer after he was done radioing for a tow truck to pick up the car.
"You're a couple of old-timers who escaped from the retirement home, it wasn't that difficult," the officer said. "For one thing, you were doing thirty miles an hour. Couldn't you hear all the cars honking behind you? Second, the car you were in was reported stolen an hour ago."
"But we only took the car half an hour ago!"
"The nurse who reported it seems pretty familiar with you two. Apparently you do this at least once a week."
The officer drove them back to the retirement home, where a pretty blond nurse took it from there, taking them back to their dual room and giving them their meds.
"You two have had enough excitement. Have a good night," she said.
"I'm sure it is tight," Dean snickered. At her scolding look, he said, "Sorry. I must have misheard what you said."
"That's Sam's problem, not yours, you old perv," she said with a hint of a grin. "Go to sleep before I wash your mouth out." She closed the door, turning off the light as she did so.
"So now what are we going to do?"
"The same thing we do every night, Sammy. Try to take over –" Dean abruptly trailed off as the fast-acting sleep meds took hold.
At the front desk, the pretty blond nurse who had given them their meds smiled to herself. These two were a handful, but they made life fun. There were worse patients to have. She shuddered and thanked God they weren't like those two terrible Winchester brothers she'd seen all over the news so long ago. Praise be for harmless people like her Sam and Dean.