You Are A What

{11~ I am Mufasa}

Sam's POV

      Bobby was refilling us on rock salt from his basement.

"Now, you boys be careful. Look after those girls," Bobby says clapping me on the shoulder.

"We will Bobby. They seem to be getting the hang of it already."

     I was impressed with their progress. Arianna was simply brilliant and Taylor was swift behind her.

"I know you boys will do what is right."

     I let Bobby's words echo across my mind as I packed the rock salt to the Impala. Dean was loading up our gear and making sure we were stocked up.

"We're good to go. Where is Taylor and Arianna?" He ask closing the door to the weapons.

"They were packing their stuff last I checked." He sighs leaning against the Impala.

"Takes them forever," He mutters looking at the ground.

"What's wrong, Dean?" I ask, it was obvious he was upset about something.

"Nothi-"

"Would you cut the crap? C'mon Dean, I know you. You're my brother. Something is wrong."

"Look Sam, we are about to take two girls with us that still have a chance."

"That is their choice. They are going to be d*m good hunters. You see it as well as me." He didn't have a chance to respond due to Taylor and Arianna coming out of Bobby's.

"Finally decide to hurry up?" Dean asks making Taylor roll her eyes. She throws the duffle bag at him and it thuds against his chest.  I can't help but snicker at their bickering.

"So, how long will it take to get to Montana?" Arianna questions after settling her bag in the trunk.

"Eleven hours, give or take," I say and she furrows her brows.

"Wow. That's a long while," She mutters whilst getting into the back seat of the Impala.

"Don't worry you will live,"  Taylor says smiling at us both.

"It shouldn't be that bad. It might prove interesting to have you two along." I shrugged considering the changes that would be made.

    Dean and I had been at this alone since Dad had been gone. Maybe a new set of eyes and minds would help. My thoughts were soon cut short by Dean sliding into the driver's seat.

"Red Lodge, Montana here we come," He states starting up the engine. He leans over opening the glove compartment to shuffle through some cassettes.

"Really, already?" Dean's music taste differed from mine greatly.

"You already know the rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music-"

"Shotgun shuts his cakehole. Yeah, yeah," I say with a roll of my eyes.

Somethings never change.

    In the next seconds Blue Öyster Cult, streamed through the speakers. Dean's fingers drummed the steering wheel as the Impala prowled onto the pavement.

"That motor is awesome," Taylor says leaning up towards the front seat.

"Don't get Dean started," I joked making him shrug.

"Baby, is one of a kind."

    Dean cared for this car as if it was a person, maybe it was because Dad left it for him. That and We basically grew up in this car.