After Sam left his family to follow his dreams he quickly met Nova Green, a young girl who had fallen on tough times. The man took her in and not long after that he met his future girlfriend, Jessica. The three of them became a sort of family, livin...
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It had been a couple of weeks since the three hunters landed the plane with no casualties. Now the three were in December and since then, the two brothers had been trying to find their missing father with the help of Nova. None of them had been able to find anything on John Winchester's location since the voicemail.
The three were now heading towards Tucumcari according to Dean who had driven them into a gas station. Like always, Nova sat in the back, adding more into her hunting journal with her trusty black inked pen. Sat in the passenger seat, Sam was glued to his phone as Dean parked the Impala, turning off the gas.
"Alright. I figure we hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, then Bisbee by midnight." Dean glanced at both members in his car after getting no response. "Sam wears women's underwear."
A laugh from behind them was heard as Sam replied. "I've been listening, I'm just busy."
"Busy doing what?" Dean questioned, stepping out of the car.
"Reading e-mails."
"E-mails from who?"
"From our friends at Stanford." At the mention of Stanford, Nova looked up from her journal to face the back of Sam's head.
"Oh, who messaged?" Nova asked
"Check your phone," Sam answered the girl over Dean's voice outside.
"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean inquired as he unhooked the petrol pipe for his car.
"Why not?"
"Well," Dean paused, inserting the pipe into the car at the back. "What exactly do you tell them? You know? About where you've been, what you've been doing."
"I tell them that Nova and I are on a road trip with my big brother. I tell them we needed some time off after Jess."
"Oh, so you lie to them."
"No. I just don't tell them everything." Sam defended as Dean leaned against the pole behind him, opposite the Impala.
"Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey man, I get it. Telling them the truth is far worse."
"It's not harming anyone," Nova noted as she scanned through her many emails from her friends.
"So, what are we supposed to do? Just cut everybody out of our life?" Dean shrugged in response. "You're serious?"
"Look, it sucks, but, a job like this, you can't get close to people, period."
"You're kind of antisocial, you know that?"
"Yeah, whatever. Unbelievable." Dean muttered under his breath.
"God," Sam exclaimed, bringing the attention back on him.
