Chapter Ten

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"That doesn't sound like an apology

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"That doesn't sound like an apology."

"And that is your opinion."

One thing I've missed over these past six years, more than I think I even know, is the Impala

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One thing I've missed over these past six years, more than I think I even know, is the Impala. Despite the jokes and the teasing it's actually a beautiful car and holds a rich history to our little dysfunctional family. Dean was gifted the car by his Dad and ever since he's been utterly attached since he legally could be. This is how it would be; Dean, Sam and I- and Katie when she was forced out with us by Bobby. The quiet growl of the engine can be heard over Dean's strange desire to sing off-key to REO Speedwagon. It's for that reason Sam and I've been staring at Dean like he's grown another head, the Impala speeding down the highway at an intense pace which must surely be breaking at least ten interstate laws. Finally after me nudging Sam's head from where I lean over the singular front seat, Sam strangely asks "You're kidding right?"

"I heard the song somewhere. I can't get it out of my head", Dean dismissively tells us, his gaze not leaving the road. Whilst I hum suggestively Dean diverts the conversation "Whaddya got?"

Shuffling through the papers I peer over Sam's shoulder when he says "Andrew Gallagher. Born in '83- like me. Lost his mother is a nursery fire exactly six months later- also like me."

"You think the Demon killed his Mom?" Dean wonders aloud as my curiosity peaks once more.

"Sure looks like it."

"Wait stop", I interject with a wave of my hand, looking to Sam "The Demon gave you this... ability?" Receiving a couple nods, I question "When the hell were you going to bring that up to me?"

"How are we supposed to drop that into a normal conversation El?" Sam replies to me evenly "Oh hey El. Long-time no see. By the way the Demon that murdered my mother made me into a psychic."

Noting Sam's sarcastic gaze I merely roll my own and remain quiet. He's got me there. Instead I turn back to the man we're on the search for "Okay Sam but how did you know to look for Andrew? You saw him in your premonition?"

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