I don't own SPN. Or ESPN. Or ESP.
"We are not going after a Wendigo." Sam firmly shook his head.
"Ah, come on, Sammy."
"Nope. I agreed to keep hunting with you, not to feed you to a monster. Those things are fast and one look at you and it'd know you're easy prey."
Dean rolled his eyes but had to admit Sam was right. The mom and pop restaurant was quiet. The soup Dean had ordered wasn't his usual thing, but had sounded good when he'd ordered it. He sipped it from his spoon with a loud slurp, earning a glare form Sam. Dean pointed his spoon at his brother. "Ok, what then?"
"There were a few strange stories in Springfield, Ohio. Sounds pretty interesting. Supposed alien abduction. It's at a college campus."
"I love college."
"You never went to . . . Dean we are not going there for girls."
Dean just smiled and signaled for the check.
Sorry this took so long! I was toying with this idea and I thought this would set up for a nice scene next time.
ALSO have I mentioned that my awesome cousin is a comastermind of this story? No? WELL IM A JERK! Go read her stuff! It's fantastic! Her name is Fallings Just Like Flying and she's currently writing a great TWD/SPN fic called The Consequence of Choice. (I'm helping with that one, too)
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~abrokencastiel