"I don't know what else you want me to do Dean, I've tried as hard as I can,"
"What if it didn't work, Sam? What if we're just gonna rot in here forever?"
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When Dean and Sam find themselves in a situation, Deans lover, Savy, has a dre...
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"Well, I can tell ya that we're definitely dealing with the Winchesters," Bobby chuckled, tracing his finger across a map the size of his entire desk.
"I mean coordinates. In his own blood. I've got to hand it to him," I laughed.
"Nebraska," Bobby said bluntly, meeting my gaze.
"Nebraska?"
"Nebraska." He nodded, eyeing me under his baseball cap.
I smiled, even though it didn't take much to annoy the old man.
"Come on kid, we gotta pack up and head out," He said, throwing on his army green vest, and grabbing his trusty shot gun.
I loaded my knife into my sleeve, an easily hidden yet accessible place.
I wandered out into the auto yard, where a car was waiting for us near the shop. Bobby tossed a few weapon filled crates into the back seat and layered them with equipped bags.
I made myself comfortable in the passengers seat, and slipped a handful of candy out of my pocket.
Bobby hopped into the drivers seat.
"Lets blow this popsicle stand," He mumbled.
He stared over at me and narrowed his eyes.
"Candy?" He croaked.
"What, There's always time for a little candy break," I said.
He shook his head and started up the car.
On the road, my mind traveled to a memory; The night Dean and I met.
It was a late night and I was hiding in a corner at a bar, drinking my feelings away. My boyfriend of two years had dumped me for some girl. She was pursuing a career Microbiology, which beat me, a college dropout, in the long run. I was behind on rent and had my car repossessed. My sister was disappointed in me, letting myself go like that. I nursed an inch of Tennessee Whiskey, which made the voices off all the people who I had let down fade out. A man with dark skin hid under a baseball cap, and watched me. It was like he was reading my mind. Two men were in the corner opposite of mine, one was alarmingly tall, and had long hair, but sported a friendly smile. The other, who wasn't intimidatingly large had a grave expression on his face, but his eyes revealed the soft side of him. They wore suits, seemingly Feds by appearance. He patted his partner on the shoulder as he walked towards me.
"Hi, may I?" He said. I nodded, and he sat across from me, his voice deep, and intriguing.
"Hi, agent? I presume," I said, fighting my drunkenness.
