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There wasn't much that Dean had come across that made his skin really crawl, but the demon he and Sammy were currently chasing was one of those things. He wasn't sure what the hell it was. It was the first either him or Sam had come across something like it. He was starting to think maybe they could use Dawn's help since she seemed to be book smart with the demon classification and such. He would bet even money his dad would know what the hell the ugly and foul looking son of a bitch was that they were chasing, but his pride demanded that he not bother his dad with the question. Besides it would take too long to find a computer or even call him.
"Damn it, fucking LA traffic," Dean cursed as his car came to a halt in yet another traffic jam. "Are you sure the vision you got was of warehouses? Did you see a street sign or something because there are a lot of warehouses in Los Angeles, Sammy." The look his brother gave him purely said to shut the hell up. Apparently the visions were a little painful and Sammy ended up being sensitive to sound after one.
Sam had described it as greyish green with a lot of slime oozing off it. Dean had been absolutely disgusted by the slime and the smell when they finally caught up with it. They'd tracked it a bit, but lost it when they had to save a couple of girls from a nest of vampires. Then the vision had come shortly after and now they were back to trying to find it. "Let's cut through the restaurant and see if a side street will be faster," Dean said, deciding he had a new plan. One that was not going to sit well with Sam, but tough shit it was his car. He made a sharp turn off the road and pulled into the 7-11 parking lot, parking right next to a sweet looking BMW. "Let's go, we need new wheels. I'm not getting demon slime on my car."
He ignored the look that Sammy gave him as he grabbed some weapons out the back before turning his attention to the cars in the parking lot. He'd just borrow one and return it later. The beamer was beckoning him closer and he couldn't hide his smile when he saw the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked. "Look at this, someone was nice enough to leave their very expensive car unlocked with the keys inside. I bet they have a shit load of insurance on this baby too. Get in, we're going after that demon now." He wasn't about to feel guilty either. What kind of idiot left a beamer unlocked with the keys in the ignition at a fucking 7-11? Honestly.
"Damn it, fucking LA traffic," Dean cursed as his car came to a halt in yet another traffic jam. "Are you sure the vision you got was of warehouses? Did you see a street sign or something because there are a lot of warehouses in Los Angeles, Sammy." The look his brother gave him purely said to shut the hell up. Apparently the visions were a little painful and Sammy ended up being sensitive to sound after one.
Sam had described it as greyish green with a lot of slime oozing off it. Dean had been absolutely disgusted by the slime and the smell when they finally caught up with it. They'd tracked it a bit, but lost it when they had to save a couple of girls from a nest of vampires. Then the vision had come shortly after and now they were back to trying to find it. "Let's cut through the restaurant and see if a side street will be faster," Dean said, deciding he had a new plan. One that was not going to sit well with Sam, but tough shit it was his car. He made a sharp turn off the road and pulled into the 7-11 parking lot, parking right next to a sweet looking BMW. "Let's go, we need new wheels. I'm not getting demon slime on my car."
He ignored the look that Sammy gave him as he grabbed some weapons out the back before turning his attention to the cars in the parking lot. He'd just borrow one and return it later. The beamer was beckoning him closer and he couldn't hide his smile when he saw the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked. "Look at this, someone was nice enough to leave their very expensive car unlocked with the keys inside. I bet they have a shit load of insurance on this baby too. Get in, we're going after that demon now." He wasn't about to feel guilty either. What kind of idiot left a beamer unlocked with the keys in the ignition at a fucking 7-11? Honestly.