Sam slipped his jacket on faster than a fat man trying to win a pie eating contest. As for Dean, he tried to get as much waffle on his fork as he possibly could. Sam gently slapped Dean on the back with the back of his hand, and he used the three most simplest words, "C'mon lets go". Dean took one final glug of his orange juice and also slipped on his jacket and they both proceeded out the door. And no, they didn't see the point on paying for the meal.
They're sneakers slapped against the cement as they walked. They both had their fists in their pockets, not knowing how to stir up the conversation about their next job. They continued to walk in a silent movie, until Sam thought of a question to ask. "Where should we start first?" Dean continued to walk puzzled, and he answered "Well, let me see that article" It was weird, Dean usually asked the questions. Sam was always there to answer them. But, of course, since Dean can never answer a question correctly, Sam answered it himself. "Oh-- oh---okay, alright. The boy's name is Jesse---Jesse--- how do you pronounce that? oh wait-- Smelthiermen. He lives...' Dean stopped him right then and there, and he had only one comment to say "Smelthiermen? Haha, what the hell? Smell-your-men" Sam looked away from the paper and then to Dean, giving him a look where it questions peoples stupidity. Dean paused "Your right...I'm dumb." Sam nodded his head in agreement and continued. "He lives in South Harwirck"
Dean walked up to his car and opened the drivers door, and Sam did the same for the passanger side. There they sat for a little bit as Dean toggled with the music until he found something that he liked. He didn't approve of anything on, so he leaned to his right and started to climb over the seat in search for his box of cassetts. Dean closed his eyes as he went to pick one. He wanted it to be a surprise. He grinned in satisfaction, it was a lynyrd skynyrd mixed cassett. "Nothing like great music, right Sammy?" He turned his volume to high and he began to drive course, he sang along to the song that came on. Sam turned to Dean a little bit "Don't you ever get bored to listening to the same things over---and over-- and over again?" Dean grinned "Does it bother you Sammy?" Sam nodded "Uh yeah" Dean chuckled and turned the music higher. Time passed by pretty fast, they already past by the sign that informed them that they had just entered South Harwirck. Dean drove down the main street, the town was incredibly small. So small, that if you blinked, you'd miss it. He pulled up along the tan curb and turned off his car. He climbed out of his Impala and began to walk up to a small corner store. Sam ran up behind him. "Dean, Dean, Dean. What are you doing?" Dean turned to his younger brother and sighed "Obviously looking for this Smell your men kid." "Smelthiermen, Dean. And he'd be locked up, wouldn't he?" Dean raised his right eye brow and cocked his left eye, "I knew that," he thought of a reason to go to the corner store "Cheetos." He pointed at the store.