Supernatural: The Full First Season

Skin

We pull into a gas station. "Alright, I figure we hit Topencary by lunch, then head south to Bigsby by midnight," Dean says. "Sam wears women's underwear."

"I'm listening, I'm just busy," Sam says.

"Busy doin' what?" I ask, leaning on his window.

"Reading emails," Sam says as Dean hops out of the car.

"Emails from who?" Dean asks.

"From my friends at Stanford," Sam says.

"You're kidding," I say. "You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" I'm filling up my Harley.

"Why not?" Sam asks.

Dean shrugs, "Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, whatcha been doin'?" Dean is filling up Baby.

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother. I tell 'em I need some time off after Jess," Sam says.

"Uh, so you lie to them," I press myself up against Dean's side.

"No," Sam says. "I just don't tell 'em everything."

"Yeah, that's called lying," Dean says, his arm wrapped around my waist. "Hey, man, I get it. Telling the truth is far worse."

"So what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asks.

Dean shrugs. "You're serious?" Sam asks.

"Look, it sucks, but a job like this, you can't get close to too many people," I say. "Period."

"You two are kinda antisocial," Sam says. "You know that?"

"Yeah, whatever," Dean says. He turns and pecks me on the lips. "God," Sam says.

"What?" I ask,

"This email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine," Sam says. "I went to school with her and her brother, Zach. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case."

"Dude, what kinda people you been hangin' out with?" Dean asks.

"No, man, I know Zach. He's no killer," Sam says.

"Yeah, well maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you," i say.

"They're in Saint Louis. We're going," Sam says.

Dean chuckles, "I'm sorry about your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem."

"It is our problem. They're my friends," Sam says.

"Saint Louis is 400 miles behind us, Sam," I say. My phone rings. It's Eli, "Hey, what's up?" I put it on speaker.

"Hey, I'm on a case in St. Louis," Eli says. Sam gives Dean a look. "A dude killed his girlfriend, but he didn't do it. I can tell."

"We'll be there in a few," I say. "Love ya."

"Love you, t-" I turn my phone off.

We're gunning it.

We're at Rebecca's house. She opens the door, "Oh my God, Sam."

"Well, isn't it Little Becky," Sam says.

"You know what you can do with that Little Becky crap," she gives him a hug. "But now's not a good time. There's an FBI agent in here. Mr. Maxwell Bluebell." I smile.