"Bobby... Chicago's a bit far isn't it? Where is your car?" asked Sam
Annoyance and frustration flickered across Bobbies face, with his voice shaking from the slightest hints of annoyance and desperation, Bobby cleared his throat once again before addressing the pair.
"Look boys, my car is in need of some repairs, and I haven't gotten around to it yet and you know I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate."
Nodding the once, Dean pushed away from the little square table, gathering the few news articles he'd found slightly interesting on his way, before heading towards the door. Patting Bobby lightly on the shoulder in a reassuring way, before walking through the front door.
Following the lead of his older brother, Sam too pushed himself away from the little table and walked out the front door, sighing the once, Bobby took a quick sweeping look around his home before he too joined the boys outside.
Pretty soon they were all piled into Dean's impaler, speeding down the highway towards Chicago.