Okay, now I'm just pushing it with the titles, aren't I? I'm sorry. I should have given Dean a different name. /sobs dramatically hair flowing into the wind
After a solid thirty minutes of walking, Sam decided to head back to the Impala. His text had finally sent, and although whether or not Gabriel had received it (or cared) was unknown, he was done. He was dirty, hot, and exhausted, and he knew that walking much further would only be detrimental to both his schedule and his health.
It only took twenty minutes to get back to his car, probably because he didn't have to make any twists and turns he hadn't already made. When he reached it, he touched the windshield to see if it was going to be worth it to try to cool off inside. It burned his palm, so instead he took off his suit jacket and sat on the side of the road.
He sat there for what felt like hours, sweat rolling down his back from sitting in the direct Kansas sunlight. A few cars whirred past, but none of them stopped. After the first seven, he stopped paying attention. Instead, he occupied himself by playing angry birds on his iPhone.
When he first heard the car, his phone read 10:45, and he had been playing for over ten minutes. He didn't pay the car any attention, expecting it to zip past like all the others. But to his surprise, this one broke formation. Sam raised his head and watched it approach, cutting a lazy path through the heat waves that rose from the asphalt.
It rolled to a stop a few feet away from where he was. Sam shut off his phone's display.
"Need some help, man?"
The car windows rolled down, and the man inside of it watched him expectantly.
Sam brought his hand up to his eyes to block out the sun. "Got a siphon?" he called back.
"Ran out of gas, huh?" The man ran his fingers through his hair and clicked his tongue. "Sorry, can't help you there." Sam pursed his lips, looking down at the ground. "But I'll trade ya – directions for a ride. Which way are you going?"
"To the airport in Missouri," Sam said hopefully.
The man whistled, and shook his head. "Well that's a bit of a problem, seeing as I'm heading to Lawrence."
Sam visibly deflated. Well, he thought, that's it then. Looks like I'm stuck again.
And then the strangest, most wonderful thing happened.
His phone vibrated.
'Sammy – looks like the boss is feeling generous today. Said he'd send Fitzy to do the butt-kissing. You're off the hook.'
He stared at the message for a few seconds, and then checked his signal. He still had no bars. Was this… was this what they called luck?
He grinned and looked back up at the man, who miraculously hadn't left. "Actually… looks like I am heading back to Lawrence after all."
Ain't that swell. Anyway, things are picking up. Hopefully the story isn't moving too slowly? Comments? Reviews? Pls? I live for attention, you know.