Being Different (D.Winchester)

1.12 "Well, Screw That"

Dean's phone rang and he answered it.

He put it on speaker "Dean! Andy's got the Impala! "

Dean nodded " I know! He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it. "

Sam asked shocked "You what? "

Dean " He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, man! "

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I was kneeling down behind Sam who was sitting on the curb and rubbing his back in a comforting way. Paramedics were putting Dr. Jennings' into a body bag, a ran in front of a car, didn't end good for him.

Sam voice cracked "I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least... I should have stayed with him."

I sighed and rubbed his back.

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We were walking around town trying to find the Impala.

I breathed out relieved when i saw the Impala standing there.

Me "Hey, Dean, i found your baby"

He looked at me and shook his head "don't do that. Don't mess with a man's feelings when it comes to his car"

I rolled my eyes, grabbed his jaw and turned it the car.

His eyes widened and he walked to it "Thank god! Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again. Well, at least he left the keys in it. "

Sam and i followed him.

Sam " Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy. "

Dean " Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands. "

Sam "The Doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something. "

Dean shrugged " I don't know, maybe. "

Sam raised his eyebrows " Beg your pardon? "

Dean " I just don't know if he's our guy, Sam."

Sam said irritated "Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this? "

Dean sighed " He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know. And O.J. was guilty. "

Me "more important, how are we gonna track this guy down?"

Dean thought about it "Not a problem. "

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We walked to Andy's blue van.

Dean " Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look. "

He pulled a small crowbar out of his jacket and pried open the back door.

The trunk was decorated with a disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong.

I breathed out annoyed "what's that guy? a PIMP?"

Dean nodded impressed " Oh. Oh, come on. This is... this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger."

Sam looked at the books "Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean. "

Dean nodded and grabbed the bong " Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong. "