Wayward Sister

Pilot part ,2

We were at a gas station. I was laying across the backseat with my arm over my eyes.

"Hey!"

I heard Dean's voice. I sat up and stretched the best I could.

"You want breakfast?"

Dean held up some chips and drinks. He tossed me a bag of Cheetos and a Powerade.

"No, thanks. So, how'd you pay for that stuff. You and dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career"

Dean puts the gas nozzle back on the pump.

"Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what name did write on the application this time?"

*Uh. Burt Aframain."

Dean got in the car and put his soda and chips down.

"And his son Hector and daughter Amelia. Scored three cards out of the deal"

Dean closed the door.

"That sounds about right. I swear, you've got to upgrade your cassette tape collection"

There are at least a dozen cassettes on Sam's lap, some have album art, others are hand labeled.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two-"

Sam holds up a tape for every band he names.

"Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"

Dean takes the box labeled Metallica from Sam.

"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.

"Well, house rules, Sammy-"

Dean props the tape in the player.

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole"

Dean drops the Metallica box back in the box of tapes and starts the engine.

"It's Sam, okay?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud"

Dean drives off while I grinned at their banter.
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We were on Centennial highway.

"Thank you"

Sam closed his phone.

"All right. So there's no one matching dad's at the hospital or morgue. So that's something I guess"

Dean glances over at Sam, then back at the road. At the bridge ahead of us, there are two police cars and several officers.

"Check it out"

Sam I leaned forward to get a closer look.

Dean pulls over.  We take a long look before Dean turns off the engine. Dean opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with his and Dad's faces. Visible ones include FBI and DEA. He picks one out and grins at Sam, who stares.

"Let's go"

Dean gets out and I quickly follow him.

On the bridge, the lead deputy, Deputy Jaffe, leans over the railing to yell down to two men in watersuits who were poking around the river.

"You guys find anything!?"

"No! Nothing!"

Jaffe turned back to the car in the middle of the bridge. Another Deputy, Deputy Hein, is at the driver's side looking around inside the car.