AUTHOR'S NOTE: People have asked me about New York, but they just passed through there on their way to Montreal. Sorry about the confusion.
CHAPTER 4
Canada. Damn, he didn't want to go to Canada. To Montreal. To her. Dean stared forward through the windshield. They had passed the border an hour ago and were getting closer to where he didn't want to go.
They where in Ontario now, but it wouldn't be long before the signs started being in French. Dean swallowed and looked over at his brother who was sleeping in his seat.
He could remember the pain that Sam had been in only months before. The sleepless nights and the haunted eyes had only gradually left him. Sam still had a one track mind though. Finding that thing and killing it.
Dean could understand the obsession. It had been his for a long time too. The monster had taken his mother when he was only a child. That wasn't something you just forgot. But when you lose sleep, you lose your edge. Without your edge you're open for some piece of shit to get you. Getting killed wasn't the way to avenge someone.
"Where are we?" Sam asked groggily, stretching in his seat. He had just woken up and felt sore in a lot of uncomfortable places.
"About 20 minutes from Montreal" Dean answered, not looking away from the road.
Sam blinked. He must have slept for a long time. He looked outside, but all he saw was highway and trees.
"If we're that close to the city than why are there so many trees?" he asked on a yawn. Dean laughed.
"Get used to the trees buddy. There's a lot of them" he snarked. "And we're about 20 minutes away form the island of Montreal. We're not going to be directly down town" he continued with a smile.
Sam shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. He failed.
"Can we stop somewhere?" he asked. Dean nodded
"I'll pull over soon. There's a place coming up that I like".
Sam looked at his brother in surprise.
"How long did you stay here?" he asked incredulously.
Dean didn't answer, but took an exit off the highway. Sam looked around, curious about his surroundings. Nothing looked too different then it was in the U.S.
Dean pulled in to a restaurant soon after the exit. They both got out of the Impala and went in.
"Bonjour" the hostess smiled at them. She was a cute one. Shoulder length black hair and dark eyes. She was wearing a black skirt and polo shirt that hugged her figure. Sam caught her eyeing his brother in interest and waited to see how he was going to talk up this one.
"Hi. Pour deux si vous plait" he said, barely smiling at the girl.
Sam's eyebrows shot up.
"French?" he asked quietly as they were shown to their table. Dean didn't answer.
"Merci" he said to the girl as she handed them menus. The girl took one more lingering look at Dean before walking away with a shrug.
Dean didn't bother reading the menu, but looked over at Sam.
"I recommend the poutine. I know that's what I'm getting" Dean said, pointedly ignoring his brother's inquiring look.
Sam sighed and opened the menu. It was completely in French. He threw it down on the table and laughed.
"Poutine it is" he said.
He was still chuckling as the waitress came back.
Dean spoke French to her and she walked away. It had been too fast for Sam to understand any of it. All he had noticed was the word poutine.