AN: sry 4 da lng wit, gaiz! hre u go!
"Sam Winchester? I've heard of you. Your a pretty famous hunter in case you didnt know. But where's your brother? his name is Dean, right?"
"Yeah, thats him. I don't know where he is. I went hunting alone befause ehwas still sleeping. I thouight I could handle it alone. I've been able to before, but ths time I didn't have the write weapons."
"I understand. Having the wrong weapson usually leads to defeat," She said with a smile. She was mocking him.
He stook up, angry, to tlet her have it.
"I was just jokng. Don't get your panties in a bunch."
He sat back down.
"So that means your a hunter since you now wbout us."
"Yep, that's me. A lone female hunter. Goint to make a sexist joke now? They usually do."
"No. I know a few female hunders that kick ass so of course I woldn't."
"Well that's s anice change of pace. Usually they tel lme to get back in teh ketchen and meka them a sandwich."
"Sounds like typical men."
"Is that what your borhter is likt?"
"Eh, well, kind of. He hunts with women at his side, but if they're on htier own, he's not so sure about it. I just think he cares ofr them and doesn't want them to get hur.t"
"At least he's caring."
"He also constantly tried to get in girl's pants."
"I take that back."
He smiled, relaxing a little. Maybe there was a chanve that he could trust this Raven girl, or whatever her real name was.
"So what's your real name?" He asked, hoping to get it out of her.
"that's for me to know and you to figure out. I heard you work wonders on a computer, so you could mabye find me. No promises, though." She smiled and walked out of the room, leaving him alone.
He decided not to look around this time, but just lay back down and the bed and went back to sleep.
Dean pressed his food down on the accelerator more, the engibne revving. Next to him, Sam gripped the armrest tiightly.
"Could you please slow down a little? You're going to get us killed."
"Sorry, Sammy, but I want to get to this job as fast as I can."
"Why? Becase it involves hookers?"
"You know me to well, Samy."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
They both smiled until dean acceleratied some more. Sam frowned again.
"There's not point in going fast if we're just going to die because of your carelessness, Dean. So slow down."
"You always did kill the fun." But he did slow down, even though it was just a little. Sam's grop on the armrest relazde a little, but not completely.
He reached into the back of his car and pulled out John's journal, flipping throught the pages until he found the one that he was looking for.
"So, accoring to the news papers, what we could be up against is a Hellhound. That's the most obvious thing that would be cutting thiese epople into ribbons."
"Then we'll start with those. but it will be hard to be able to see it since it's not after us."
"Well, then, why don't you just call your frined?"
"Castiel? Like he;d listen. Half the time he doesn't come down unless he feels like it or if we find an artifact that was stolen from Heaven."
"true. Gues we're on our own, then."
"Yep." He accelerated the car agaon.
"Dean!"
He grinned sheepishly in reply.
"I found a job if you think your up too it."
"Sure, but what abot my borhter? he's probably worried about me."
"Well we can go back to wherever you were stayng, see if we can find him before we head off to the job."
"Alright, I guess that's fine. Though, if he was smart enought he would have gotten away by now. If that was the case, though, he should have called me." He patted down all of his pockets, then looked at her. "Where's my phone?"
She put her hands in the air.
"Don't look at me. I didn't takeit. If you don't have it then it probably fell ot of your pocket before I grabbed you."
"Dammit." He got up. "I need to find a pay phone, then."
"Lets just try and see if he's where you left him first."
"Alright, then lets go now." She tossed him car keys. "You drive because I need a little sleep and I have no idea where I'm going."
"Seriously? I can driev?"
"Yeah. YOu have a lisense, right?"
"Of course."
"Then what's the problem?"
"My borhter never lets me dirve his car and when he does I think that something's wrong wiht his head, like he hit it against something on the hunt."
"Well I'm on you're brohter, am I?"
"No, I gues you're not."
They grabbed their stuff and got inot her car, which was a 1965 Lincoln Continental and Sam drove back towards the city he had come from while Ravn took a nap in the passnger seat.
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