Supernatural - S1 and S2
"Hey this is Meredith. I can't come to the phone right now. If you need help, you can call Dean at 765-555-0127. He's one of the best."
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Sure Gas Gasoline. A dusty old gas station on the side of a road somewhere in the South. It had taken the Winchesters a couple of days to get there from where they were, and Meredith was getting sick of being in the car. The past month or so had been spent dodging questions, searching for jobs, and searching for their Dad. Meredith needed a breather.
Inside the gas station was what she had expected based on the exterior. It was dull, American, and full of junk food. She hummed along to the song that played through her earbud, Don't Speak, as she browsed the small aisles. Popcorn and a beer would do just fine.
After purchasing with the cashier, Meredith walked outside to the Impala as Dean was filling up the gas tank. He looked at her.
"Get anything for me?"
Meredith scrunched her nose and jabbed the back of his knee with her sneaker. He huffed in response, rolling his eyes. He hadn't told her yet, but he was glad that his little sister seemed to be in better spirits, experiencing less nightmares than she had been. Meredith returned to the back seat of her car and opened the popcorn bag with a loud 'pop'.
Sam looked back at her from the front seat, mildly annoyed by how loud she was being with her humming and her popcorn bag. They made eye contact, which he maintained as if sending her a message.
The eye contact lasted even when Dean got back into the car and started it. He watched them in confusion, and sighed. "What now?"
"She's bugging the hell out of me." Sam answered, turning to face what was in front of the bed.
Meredith smiled a toothy smile, leaning back and kicking her feet up onto the back of the seat. She pulled out her earbuds. "You love me, Sammy."
"Right..."
Dean felt the corners of his lips curl upwards, seeing his sister smile her contagious smile was enough to keep him going. "All right. I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." He turned his head to look at his brother, who was looking at his phone. "Sam wears women's underwear."
"I'm listening." Sam stated, not returning the gaze. "I'm just busy. Reading emails."
His twin raised an eyebrow, leaning forward in her seat to read over his shoulder.
Subject: Bad News Date: Monday, 5 Dec 2005 To: Sam Winchester From: Rebecca Warren
hey sam -
wanted to update you; wasn't sure if you'd heard the news. zach was arrested for killing his gf. sounds crazy, i know - but he's charged with murder. cops say they have dna, fingerprints, all kinds of evidence...
