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Writing Inktober entries were moved to another book so read that too :)
The only new chapters of this book are part 2s or the off chance I write for a fictional character
New stories are posted in book 2 on m...
"You sound like you're about to commit a murder, Dean."
"I mean, maybe I am?" Dean said with a smirk.
"How about not talking about the weapons in public, yeah?"
"Aww poor Sammy. Did you get more salt and gas? We ran out after the last encounter."
"Long story short, no. I didn't." Sam responded in a lower voice, trying to avoid some of the stares being sent at him and his brother as they stood in the parking lot.
"Why not?" Dean looked over to Sam.
"We got more coordinates and a call from dad again. They lead to Indiana," Sam said once they closed the trunk.
"Fine, I'll get it. Don't drive off without me, Sammy," Dean said with a smirk. Sam walked around the car and opened the passenger door before someone called for his attention.
"Excuse me? Do you think you can help me?" A female ran up to Sam, slightly out of breath. She was dressed in combat boots, blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, a black and white scarf, and a leather jacket, similar to Dean's he thought, with her hair pulled out of her face with a black bandanna. She pointed to Dean's car and said, "1967?"
"I honestly don't know. It's my brother's car," Sam shrugged. "What can I help you with.."
"(Y/n) (L/N). And my engine keeps cutting out." She smiles and puts her hand out for Sam to shake. "I was wondering if you could look at it since our cars are similar, but if you don't want to, I can just call a company."
"Sam Winchester. I may not know as much as my brother, but I can check it out. Which car is yours?"
"It's the black 1964 impala." She led him over toward the side of the building. The car sitting alone in the shade of the building. She goes to pop the hood for Sam as he walks to the front. "They said someone would come look at her, but that was over two hours ago."
"Well, for starters, I see smoke." He points towards the engine. "Your spark plugs look busted and by the looks of your oil, it needs to be changed."
"Sam! Sam, where the fuck did you go this time?" Dean yelled once he saw that Sam was nowhere near his car. "Sam!"
"Hold on," Sam said to the girl. He walked around the store. "Dean, come look at this!" Dean looked over at his brother and his eyes widened.
"Sammy, whatcha doing over there?" He walked over to the side of the store when (Y/N) yelled at Sam.
