Death on Two Legs
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caution: contains sex, drugs, rock n roll, swearing, violence, and pretty much everything I live for, if you don't want to read about these things, you probably wont like this story, too bad for you, I'm not forcing anybody to read this, constructive criticism welcome.
A/N: Death on two legs is a brilliant song by the best band on the planet, and it really fits the mood of this story, listen to it! Awesome song!
Summary: Sam and Dean go to San Francisco to investigate some mysterious deaths, blood, sweat, tears and hilarity ensue. But things aren't what they seem and the boys uncover a plan over 5000 years in the making.
Chapter Two-
Dean was driving the impala west, towards San Francisco, they were about an hour away and he kept stealing glances at Sam.
"How much sleep are you getting?" Dean asked a hint of worry detectable.
"Enough" Sam answered defensively.
Dean scoffed at this," Clearly not enough, I've seen dead people with more color than you, and I can't have you falling asleep on a hunt, now can I?" Dean was clearly a little annoyed, and Sam was a little taken back with his bluntness.
"Fine, I'll try to get some sleep, can we stop soon?"
"Why? We're so close."
"Because we have eaten in hours and eating is good in my book."
"Fine."
Ten minutes later they pulled into a diner that looked like it was either trying to be nostalgic, or was actually built in the 50's, either way they seemed to be its first customers in weeks.
A plump waitress with her frayed brown and grey hair in a tight bun, and cheap rhinestone glasses came to Sam and Dean's table.
"Anything I can get you sugar?" She asked in a slightly southern accent.
Dean looked like he'd explode with this comment; Sam gave him a look that looked like he was thinking "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"We'll have 2 beers and 2 bacon and eggs." He said politely.
At this, Dean snorted from holding back his laughter.
The waitress, whose nametag wrote "Betty", looked a little offended but she said simply. " Sure thing. "
As soon as she walked out of earshot, Dean burst out with laughter, Sam couldn't help but snicker a little, and then he took his newspaper and swatted Dean with it.
" What!? "
" Dean, try to act like a freaking human being sometime."
"Jesus Sammy, don't get your panties in a twist."
"It's Sam, and shut the hell up."
"Bitch"
"Jerk"
"That was a weak comeback...Anyways, what's our course of action?"
"Well, I guess we'll pose as cops and check out the bodies, then I guess talk to family members, try to find a connection."
"What could do that to someone's face?" Dean said, a little spacey.
"I'll have to look into it."
With that, the Winchesters ate their lunch with a little banter, and drove west, not knowing the danger that awaited them in the big city by the water.
TBC
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