Chapter 2, Cityscape
Dean hated driving in the city. And he hated driving alone—even though leaving John behind to finish the Boston job meant that he was at liberty to blast whatever music suited his fancy. Unfortunately even the familiar strains of Metallica weren't calming him down. Not with frickin' five lanes of crazy ass drivers in his way.
He had checked in via phone with Sam and Cassie an hour ago. Seems whatever it was Sam had seen in his vision broke into the apartment while Cassie and Ellie were staying at a hotel several blocks away, torn up the place pretty good. Sam was waiting for him to get in before they went to investigate. Fortunately the undead were not too crazy about sunlight, so the thing probably hadn't gotten too far after the attack… unless it took to the sewers, of course, Dean mused. Knowing his girls were safe (he smirked to himself as he included Sam in the category of "his girls") made Dean's anxiety turn to white hot anger. No body messed with his family. Whatever the hell it was, it was going down.
Dean swore as a taxi cut him off and slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision. He couldn't believe that Cassie actually liked it here. He had only been in the city for half ad hour and he was already jumping out of his skin. He glowered at a biker who cut perilously close to his right side. Don't even think about scratching my car, Dean muttered.
Despite his natural dislike for the city, this area of town was familiar to him and he navigated impatiently towards the apartment he shared with Cassie whenever he was in this part of the country and a lull in the hunting business allowed a certain amount of extended shore leave.