Chapter Three

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It had been three hours since the message from Hydra had blown into Sam's apartment. Right away, both she and Dean quickly packed the necessities, Sam took out the trackers, and they brought it all to Dean's apartment (including the message.)

Now they both sat, staring at the thing in disgust while eating the burgers and fries that Dean had bought hours before. Sam finally sets down her food and grabs the screwdriver that sat on the coffee table, without waiting for Dean Sam pops the small container open and grabs the letter that sat inside.

"Well, Hydra's always been one for flair," Dean mutters while taking a sip of his beer. Sam rolls her eyes before quickly scanning the note.

You think we don't know who you are? Keep digging deeper and everyone will. Final warning or we will take you down.

"That's at least the gist of it." Sam shrugs before turning to Dean. "What do we do?"

"Throw the damn thing out, you live with me, we give up whatever you're doing, and pretend this never happened." Dean shrugs. "Problem solved."

"I live with you? Give up? Dean, do you even hear yourself?" Sam demands.

"Yeah, loud and clear. It's not safe for either of us to be alone, your apartment is ruined, and they came after you because of what you have been doing. No one has to get hurt if you just stop." Dean quickly replies.

"Dean, if they sent this that means I was close, closer than I have ever been!" Sam argues. "That means they're out there and we are the only ones who have come close to finding them."

"You think we're the only ones? People go missing daily because they stumble upon something they aren't supposed to! We are not the only ones." Dean scoffs.

"But we're the only ones who have the power to do something about it." Sam quips.

"What do you expect us to do? Go on a wild goose chase?" Dean demands. "We can't just drop everything!"

"We take your car," Sam states, ignoring his questions. "I already disabled the trackers, we can start where they were last seen. It'll be like that show we used to watch....about the two guys that went and hunted everything while driving a car like yours.....what was it again?"

"1967 Chevy Impala." Dean gruffs.

"Yeah! We could be just like them, except I'm a girl....but that's not the point!" Sam cuts herself off. "We can do this. I believe we can."

"You paying for gas?" Dean sighs.

"I have fake credit cards in the back of your car." Sam states. "It'll buy us extra pie."

"Fine," Dean grumbles. "We leave in five."

"Yay!"

On The Road
Later

"See? Isn't this fun?" Sam chuckles while bouncing in her seat. "And when you get tired, I'll drive-"

"Oh no, I don't trust you with my car yet." Dean shakes his head.

"Why not?" Sam whines.

"Because last time you drove, you almost killed us," Dean replies as if it were obvious.

"That was when I was fifteen and learning to drive," Sam argues. "Of course I'm gonna almost crash the car!"

"Not this car." Dean shakes his head.

"Oh my god." Sam shakes her head. "I'm living with that dude from the show!"

"You are not!" Dean whines. "I don't call my car Sweetheart, I call it baby!"

"He calls it baby you dipshit." Sam quips.

"Seriously?" Dean questions.

"Yeah." Sam nods with a smile. "You're an idiot."

"Now you seriously aren't driving." Dean scoffs.

"Hey! I am not stopping at a motel when we could continue to drive, that is wasting precious time that we have to get away and off of Hydra's radar." Sam argues.

"Well, you aren't driving." Dean stubbornly shakes his head.

"I am too." Sam seethes.

"Are not."

"I can do this all day."

Midnight

Sam had finally gotten Dean to allow her to drive but he said that she could only drive for a few hours while he slept....yeah it had been past a few hours. She would have woken him up sooner but Sam knew Dean hadn't slept very good in a while so she left him till he woke up on his own.

That left Dean sprawling out on the seat, his head in Sam's lap and his feet over the seat and on the floor. One arm was on his chest while the other wrapped around Sam's waist, it caused a lot of silent laughter from her.

The music was turned down low as Sam drove down the highway, she listened to Dean's even breaths and the quiet music. A small smile on her lips as the 1967 Chevy Impala sped down the long winding road.

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