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Chapter Two- The Second Call
"You have no fucking clue how to use a map, do you?"
"I thought the blue line was a river!"
"It's a motherfucking highway, dipshit! It even says right there--" punctuated by a jab-"Interstate 370! Check it out, genius!"
"Jerk,"
"You're the one that had us heading to Tennessee!"
Sam fumed in the passenger seat, looking like a little, angry child. Dean muttered under his breath and Sam caught a few words here and there.
"Midnight…gas station…stupid…maps…"
Dean threw the car around a curve, and the car lifted slightly on one side. They could have been in Wisconsin hours ago if Dean had been the one reading the map. Who knows what kind of trouble Dad could be in right now.
"Try calling Dad's cell again," Dean ordered.
Obediently, Sam pulled out Dean's cellphone and dialed their father's number.
"Do you want me to leave another message?"
"Won't do any good if he hasn't gotten the other fifteen thousand," was Dean's sarcastic answer.
Sam flipped the phone shut, wincing as his finger caught in it.
Nasty, smoldering silence filled the car as Dean worried and Sam brooded. Dean was driving like a teenager on crack, with the music blaring some AC/DC tunes into Sam's ears.
"Can you be careful?" Sam's tone was clipped as Dean barely missed running over a cardboard box in the middle of the lane. In response, Dean eased off the accelerator and cruised down the rest of the way. Spotting a McDonalds on the side of the road, he turned into the exit lane.
"We'll get back on the road after we eat. We're not stopping anywhere tonight," Dean said a bit harshly, as he turned into the nearly-empty parking lot.
Sam hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary.
Dean shook his head and grunted, following his brother into the restaurant, eyeing his surroundings out of habit. His mind went reassuringly to the knife tucked into his back pocket.
He wasn't taking any chances this trip.
Sam slipped into a booth in the back, scowling. Dean headed to the front to order four cheeseburgers and fries.
He managed to carry the entire tray in one trip, frowning at his unhelpful brother. Dean sighed as Sam grabbed a burger, chucking the wrapper in the general direction of Dean. Dean got the hint.
At that exact moment, the shrill sound of Dean's phone ringing cut through the tension as if it were a knife.