Chapter 2- Suspicion
"Oh, come on Sammy! I saved your ass, so I think that I am entitled to complain about my own." Dean explained. Sam laughed as Dean started to be melodramatic again.
"Hey Dean. I've found another lead on the Demon." Sam clicked on the page with his pen. Dean limped over to the Journal.
"What have you found?" Dean asked, rubbing his backside.
"Once every year, the Demon goes to the forest near the Crossroads. There's a clearing and on November 2nd, he spends the night contacting other Demons from Hell." Sam explained. A strange look on Dean's face told Sam that he was thinking.
"Wait… that's a week from today. Next Friday is November 2nd." Dean exclaimed.
"Yeah, I know. We have to prepare."
"So… we've got the Holy Water, the salts, exorcism rituals, if we need them, the shot-guns and well… the Impala." Dean rambled off some of the items off the list that they had made for November 2nd.
Sam nodded and shoved the rest of his lunch into his mouth. He threw down some money for the bill, and they walked out of the restaurant.
They walked over to the Impala and Sam reached into his pocket.
"Dude. What are you doing? I've got the keys." Dean stared at him incredulously as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Sam? Since when do you smoke?" Dean said shocked.
"What? Oh, I just thought that I'd try something exciting and thrilling for a change."
"Excuse me? And what we do everyday, isn't exciting and thrilling?" Dean knew something was wrong, especially when Sam said…
"Hey Dean. Check out that chick over there. Woo – hoo! Hot!"