Dean and I pass the same tree we did a few miles back and I say,
"Dean, we're lost."
He responds,
"No, we're not."
I point out the oak tree,
"We've already passed this tree once. I remember the deep cut in the branch."
Dean looks at it and realizes that I'm right.
"Son of a bitch, we're lost!"
I suggest,
"We need to find a gas station. The Impala is low on fuel and I need a map."
We drive off again, going East and after two miles of nothing but the Georgia woods, we see a big sign that says Parker's Next Right. I inform Dean to take a right once we get to the exit. The highway is surrounded by woods, trees as far as the eye could see. We had just arrived on the highway one mile back. Before that, we were on a dirt road.
Once we pull up into the Parker's parking lot, I see that there's a ton of cars. I get out and head inside while Dean drives to the next available gas pump, which was on the far right. I look around for a map or at least ask someone how to get to Macon, which is where our next case is. I don't see any maps after walking around, but something does catch my eye. The rows of drink machines and even Icee's. I decide to grab a cup and fill it up with a coke icee, something I've never had before. I then head to the checkout counter and the man rings me up. As he does so, I ask,
"Do you know how to get to Macon?"
He replies in a strong southern accent,
"Sure do, mister. It's about 40 miles North of here."
I thank him, take my drink and couple of dimes change, and leave. Dean is parked next to a handicap spot right in front of the door. He asks as I get in,
"So, where's Macon?"
I answer, putting my cup in the cup holder,
"The man at the checkout said 40 miles North."
Dean puts her in gear and says,
"Let's go. We can follow 95 up and turn when we see a sign that marks the exit for Macon."
I agree and take a sip of my frozen Coke drink and tell Dean,
"Damn, this is good."
Dean looks at me for a split second and asks,
"What flavor?"
I respond,
"It's a Coke Icee. Good as hell."
Dean nods his head and says,
"Grab me a Coke out of the cooler."
I reach back and do just that, and we head to Macon for our assumed demon case.
