"Sams finger flicked up on his laptop touchpad. He sighed.
"Cas."
"Yes, Sam?"
Sam continued to scroll down as he paused, conjuring up the words to say next.
"We got a case in Cleveland, Ohio."
"Okay."
"Sam looked up at Castiel, who stood over on the other end of the large table.
""You coming with me?"
"If you want me to."
"Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes before resting his forehead in the palm of his hand.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
"Sam stood, lifting his laptop carefully into his arms without closing it. He carried it to another room before digging in some drawers, searching for a few flare guns.
"What does it appear to be?" Castiel asked from the other room.
"Wendigo. It's doing a pretty good job of picking through the private campers in that area."
Sam continued to rummage through the drawers while Castiel stared absentmindedly through the large window off to his left. He looked back in the direction of the room Sam disappeared into, only to see him walk back out, carrying two flare guns and a few extra flares.
"Are we leaving now?"
Sam walked back over to the table, setting the flares and the guns down.
"Yeah. It's about a seven hour drive from here. We should probably get there before that Wendigo picks them all out."
Castiel shifted, uncrossing his arms.
"Are we taking my car or... yours?"
Sam looked down at his feet, guiltily. He hated that the Impala was currently his.
""Mine."
It took a few minutes to get everything together. Sam grabbed a duffel bag, shoving two extra pairs of shirts and jeans. He also packed his suit, just in case he needed to be 'F.B.I.' He packed his fake badge, assuming Castiel had his with him. And a medical kit, better to be safe than sorry. Sam unzipped a side pocket, placing the extra flares in it and then opened another pocket, placing the actual flare guns in. Of course, he packed an angel sword, and the demon dagger, also backup, just in case. Finally, he decided he was ready to go.
It wasn't that late at night, but it was still late enough. Sam held the large iron door open for Cas, who walked through and thanked him with a quick nod. Cas hopped in shotgun and Sam flopped into the drivers seat, tossing the duffel bag into the backseat. He pushed to key into the ignition, and turned them. The '67 Impala roared to life, like it always did. Sam shifted the gear into reverse, and backed out of the driveway of their only safe spot.
It had just been a few minutes of driving on the freeway when Sam said,
"I need food. Do you want something?"
Castiel shook his head. Sam drove on in silence. Not awkward silence, but the kind of silence where everyone involved was thinking.
"Hi, welcome to McDonalds. What do you want?"
Sam frowned at the rude tone of the young man behind the microphone.
"Uh... I'd like two double cheeseburgers, with no mustard. And two large strawberry milkshakes."
"Is that it?" Sam turned back to Cas, who was giving him a concerned look.

"You sure you don't want anything?"

"I'll be okay."
Turning back to the microphone, Sam said,
"Yep."
"That'll be $14.45 at the window."
Sam pulled foreword.
"You know milkshakes-"

"Yeah. I know. They bring all the boys to the yard."

"You- you want them to come?"

Sam ignored Castiels concerns and questions. He leaned foreword, and managed to find three 5 dollar bills on the front dash. Sam stopped at the first window, and opened his own. He stuck his arm out, handing the bills to the cashier, who took it, with a sour look on his face. The kid stuffed the money in the cash register, then counted out the change. With an irritated growl, he stuck his hand back out the window, handing Sam his change and said, "Here's your change, sir." There wasn't a point in saying anything, he was probably just having a bad day. Sam thanked him, and pulled up to the next window, immediately smiling again. There was a young, highschool age girl holding his food and drinks out of the window. She was reaching pretty far too, she was short, skinny and Barbie Girl blonde. He thanked her, taking the food and drinks, and she smiled a dimpled smile at him, saying in a Southern accent, "You're welcome. Have a nice night."
She glanced at Cas, who nodded and smiled politely, and Sam pulled away from the drive-thru.

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