CHAPTER THIRTY – ONE
Dean
I slowly opened my, still very sleepy, eyes. God, it felt like I hadn't slept in a week. Wait. Where am I? I snapped upright and dragged a hand over my face. Steering wheel, black leather. Baby. I looked to the passenger seat. Sam was asleep, head against the window and, ugh, drooling, which meant he was way out. I gave my head a quick shake to try and clear the foggy feeling in my brain, then squinting, looked over my shoulder. The first blinding rays of sunlight were starting to pour through the rear window, so I couldn't really see much from there. I turned back to the front, a wall of pine trees ran from left to right and a wood picnic table that had seen better days sat at the front left. A rest area? But how? I didn't remember driving here. Shit, I felt weird. I was missing something. I tried to remember, but it was like trying to remember a dream. I shook my head again. I'd figure it out later. "Sammy." I yawned. Nothing. "Sammy." I said louder this time and hit his shoulder with the back of my hand.
"Gah! What?" Sam sat up with a jolt and looked around as he wiped the drool off his face with the back of his sleeve. "…the hell?" He blinked a few times and shook his head. "Dude, I feel weird."
"Like you forgot something?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, me too."
He leaned forward to get a better look out the front, then did the same back to front assessment that I'd just done. "How'd we get here? Where even is here?"
"No clue to both of those."
He cocked his head, "You know, I feel weird, but I also feel… Really good, like happy."
"Same here."
Just then, Sam's phone started ringing. "It's Bobby." He mumbled and flipped it open. "Hey, Bobby. Yeah, ok we're on it. No problem, we're in Sandusky."
Good. Another job.
Sam blinked, then looked at me with his 'confused' face. "What were we just talking about?"
I yawned, no clue what he meant. "Um, we just woke up like a second before Bobby called, so nothing. We should be discussing breakfast." I gripped the steering wheel and smiled, "I'm feelin' waffles. Oh, and that massive drool puddle you left on my windowsill." I nodded at the window.
He looked down and tried to wipe the grossness up with the sleeve of his jacket. "It's not that bad." He mumbled.
"Uh-huh. Yeah right."
"It's not! Anyway, Bobby found us a job."
I rolled my neck, "Awesome." And with an inexplicable feeling of happiness, pulled out of the lot. "Let's get to work."