Woody takes Sam and Dean to this place he mentioned. They don't know what it is, and they still don't trust this Woody character. Will they get the fruit so they can do they spell? or will something abrupt happen and throw off their plan?
"There is one place." A mischievous smirk spread across Woody's features. Shawn and Gus shared a look, knowing how this was going to play out.
They headed outside, Dean watching Woody's every move. Woody started to walk down the sidewalk and passed every car. Dean opened the drivers side door of his Baby and was about to get in when he realized...
"Hey, Woody, is it? Do you have a car?"
Woody stopped and turned around. "No I don't. I have an airstream but it's a pain in the lower regions to drive everywhere." He then pivoted and kept walking down the sidewalk.
Dean didn't want the guy to walk the whole way. It would be a slow process, but he wasn't too happy about letting him into his car, however he took a deep breath and allowed him in.
"Hey, you can get in the back seat," Dean shouted. Woody quickly spun around and started speed walking towards them.
"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Woody said. He swung his large, hairy arms around Sam.
Sam, feeling very uncomfortable and violated, tensed up and patted Woody's back with his hand. "Uh yeah," he muttered awkwardly, "Uh no problem." He tried to push Woody off but he just snuggled tighter. Sam looked over at Dean for help but instead found him chuckling under his breath. Sam mouthed, "help!" to Dean but he just laughed harder. Then he mouthed ,"help me dammit!" and Dean sighed, not wanting to end his amusement, and tapped Woody on the shoulder.
"Hey buddy, we better get going," said Dean. Woody finally let go of Sam. Relieved, Sam fixed his jacket and quickly walked over to the other side of the car, got in, and shut the door. Woody walked over to Dean and leaned in for a hug.
"Woah, hey buddy, you're welcome and all but I'm not one for hugs," Dean said trying to sound polite. He put his hands up for protection, there was no way he was going to let this moron even touch him.
"Oh I understand, "said Woody with a strange grin spreading across his face. Dean suddenly felt uncomfortable. "You don't want to get too close, "Woody continued, "it's cool. I can be a bit much for some people to handle."
Dean had a concerned expression on his face. He hopped in the Impala and Woody slid in the back. Woody slammed the door which made Dean pretty mad.
"Hey!" Dean shouted angrily, "don't slam the damn door! You're gonna hurt my Baby!"
"Um, it's just a car, "Woody said.
"How dare you!" Yelled Dean, "oh I'm sorry Baby, he didn't mean it." Dean rubbed the top of the Impala, almost petting her.
"Oh," Woody said, "I get it. You have one of those odd-couple relationships."
"What-"Dean started.
"-oh no no no. It's ok. I completely understand. I don't judge." Woody said.
"Ok, you know what jackass? You can just keep your mouth shut and tell me where we're going. I'm serious. One more peep out of you and I'm gonna shoot you and burn your corpse."
"Dean!" Sam said, concerned.
"What?" Asked Dean, "this guy is pissin' me off!"
"Yeah but we need him!" Sam argued. "Let's just get going."
Dean shifted into drive and started down the road. He thought about the plan. Get the fruit. Get Cain away from people. Say the spell. Return home. Simple. Yeah, right. "Ok so where am I going?" He asked.
"You're gonna want to take a left after the Applebee's." Woody answered.
"The what?" Dean asked. He looked at Sam for answers but all he got was a confused look. "Is that like an insect?"
"Wow," said Woody, "you too don't get out much, do you?"
"Not in this world," Dean answered.
"Ok, Applebee's is a restaurant. It's riiiiiiight," Woody said as they got closer to a large red colored building, "here."
Dean hit the brakes and swung around the corner. "Ok, now where?"
Woody replied, "take a left on S. Crowley st."
"Crowley?!" Shouted Dean.
"Uh yeah, the street is called Crowley."
"Oh, uh yeah, "Dean cleared his throat, "Uh that's cool."
Sam looked at Dean and said, "Uh yeah, Crowley, uh that's cool."
Woody was confused. He didn't understand why the boys got all weird when he said Crowley. Maybe they dealt with a bad guy named Crowley, after all, they are FBI, Woody thought. "Yeah, so it should be coming up shortly."
Dean took the left and then followed more directions from Woody. Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Right. Left again. Right again. It felt like they were taking the longest rout possible to wherever they were going.
They were on a long, empty, gravel road, which made Dean curious about where they were going. "So are you gonna tell us where we are actually going, or are you gonna keep us guessin'?" Dean asked. He didn't like not knowing.
"Uh yeah. No. I mean- it shouldn't be too much longer." Woody said trying to avoid Dean's question. The look he got from Shawn before they left told him to keep the destination a secret. However, he ran into a problem. "Um, I think it's left left right left right right. But there's a good chance it's right right left right left left."
"Are you telling me you don't know where you're going?!" Dean shouted. Not only did he not know where he was going, but the moron taking them there didn't even know the directions! Dean pulled over and turned around, gun in hand.
"Dean!" Sam shouted. He cleared his throat and muttered, "put that away!"
"No Sammy you know what? This is ridiculous. He's not giving me jack about where we're going and I'm sick of it. That's gonna end right here. Now you're gonna start talkin' or I'm gonna start firin'." He held his gun up for all to see.
"Ok! Ok! Geesh! You FBI agents sure are an angry bunch, aren't you?" Woody said putting his hands up in surrender. Then he had a thought. "Wait a sec, are you actually FBI?"