Girl Scout (Supernatural)
Title: Girl Scout
Author: mands_angelfox
Pairing/Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 2, 588
Genre: Gen, humour
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Feedback? Is love. No. Seriously, it is.
Summary:
Author's Note: I want to say thank you to my very wonderful beta-reader 11nine73 for looking over this and informing it was good to go as is!
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they belong to Eric Kripke and all the good souls over at the CW. I am not making any profit from this so please don't sue me, I am a poor young English woman.
Girl Scout
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean groaned as he lifted his shades and peered at his brother over a really early morning coffee. “An evil Girl Scout?”
Sam just looked back at him and arched his eyebrows.
Dean rolled his eyes as he slid his shades back in place and then he reached across to pick up the paper his brother had been reading before turning his eye to the headlines. “Dude, I knew somethin’ funky was going on with those Girl Scouts back in Ohio.”
“We’re not in Ohio, Dean.” Sam shook his head.
Dean just cocked his head to one side and muttered, “Whatever, Sam. Same diff.” He exhaled a breath and scrolled the article. “So, what? This Girl Scout demon rocks up and the people end up dead?”
Sam nodded his head before glancing at his notepad. “The last victim, a Rosemary Collins? Her neighbours reported seeing a twelve year old girl on her doorstep an hour before Rosemary was found dead with her throat slit.” He shifted through the pages on his pad. “Police report said that the house was ransacked but only one thing was taken.”
Dean’s eyes slid up and his eyebrows lifted. “And this one thing was what?”
Sam furrowed his brow as he searched his scrawled notes for the detail, “Rosemary’s address book.”
“An address book?” Dean rested the paper back down on the table before he removed his shades and looked up at Sam. “Why would a shape shifter go through all the trouble to morph into a Girl Scout selling Girl Scout cookies just to steal some old lady’s address book?”
Sam just shrugged his shoulders before looking over the table at Dean.
“Looks like we need to do some research into Rosemary Collins background, see if there’s a reason why she would have a shape shifter knocking on her door.” Dean tossed out a couple notes to cover the bill for breakfast before getting to his feet, pulling his jacket on over his shoulders. “You wanna handle the library and I’ll cover close friends and family?”
His brother gave a nod of his head as he got to his feet. “Meet back at the motel at around six?”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.” With that said, Dean and Sam left the small diner and the two men went in seperate directions. Sam headed in the direction of the town library and Dean in the direction of the Impala, he had a list of Rosemary’s friends and family in his right coat pocket and he planned to start from the top and work his way down.
It took Dean about three hours to talk to three friends and one family member and none of them had been a lot of help and he was pretty sure he was going back to the motel room with nothing. But things changed when he knocked on the door of Rosemary’s best friend, Patricia Barnes.
“I’m real sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Barnes.” He’d come dressed in a suit and tie because in order to play the part you had to look it. “But I need to ask you some questions.”
Patricia regarded him with clear brown eyes and then furrowed her already wrinkled brow. “I’ve already answered every question your lot has asked of me.”
Your lot? Dean refrained from arching an eyebrow at that and gave her one of his best smiles, the one that came complete with teeth and deep set dimples. “I know, ma’am but if you’d please just grant me a couple minutes of your time I promise I won’t keep you any longer than is necessary.”
Patricia seemed to soften at the smile before just nodding her head and ushering him inside. “So what can I do for you, Mr…?”
“Roberts, Daniel Roberts,” Dean offered up as easily as breathing. “I just need to ask a few questions about Mrs. Collins and why someone would do such a horrible thing.” Had to lay it on thick, make it look genuine.
Shaking her head, Patricia went about correcting him, “Patricia wasn’t married. Never married after her fiancé ran off on her with that floozy.” She tutted under her breath, “Man should’ve been ashamed of himself, leaving a woman like Rosemary to raise a daughter alone.”
Dean took a mental note of that because any details like that were gold especially in the weird and wacky world of the Supernatural. He was led through to the living room where he took a seat in a rather …saggy couch that looked set on swallowing him whole. “Would you say Rosemary had any enemies? Any reason why someone might have done this?”
“Oh,God. No.” Patricia shook her head with an obviously fond smile. “Rosemary was a wonderful woman and everybody loved her.”
Dean nodded his head, clasping his hands together before holding Patricia’s eyes with his own. “Was Rosemary acting strangely prior to her death?”
“Strangely?”
“Yes,” Dean enthused before elaborating further, “Did she appear nervous for any reason? Had she been experiencing any strange occurrences?”
Patricia sat back in her chair and ran a thinning finger along her lower lip as she considered Dean’s questions. “Now that you mention it she had been talking about her daughter Fiona a lot.”
“Didn’t she always talk about her?” Dean inquired, leaning forward as he attempted to soak up as much information as was possible.
“Oh, no…” Patricia shook her head. “Rosemary had Fiona when she was only eighteen years of age and understandably she was frightened and the baby was given up for adoption. It broke Rosemary’s heart but what else could she do? She had no way of supporting herself and the baby and she couldn’t tell her parents.”
“Did she tell the father?”
Patricia snorted a little. “Of course but he wanted nothing to do with her or Fiona. He told her that he no longer cared and that it wasn’t his problem.” She shook her head. “I always knew Shawn was bad news but Rosemary didn’t listen to me but I think if Shawn had been willing then Rosemary would have been able to keep Fiona.”
Dean nodded his head slowly. “I don’t suppose Rosemary kept in contact with Shawn over the years?”
Patricia just nodded her head, giving a small sad smile. “I think Rosemary always thought that one day he was going to come back to her.”
“I see,” Dean exhaled a breath, “I don’t suppose you’d have Shawn’s contact information?”
“I should have it around here somewhere, why do you need it?”
“Just need to ask him some questions.” Dean’s expression gave nothing away.
Patricia just nodded her head. “I’ll just get the details for you.” She got to her feet and disappeared for a few moments before returning with a slip of paper. This she gave to Dean. “I don’t think he’s moved.”
Dean took the slip of paper, taking one look at the address before giving Patricia a smile. “Well, thank you, Mrs. Barnes. You’ve been very helpful.” He got to his feet slowly, “I’ll see myself out.” With a parting look he left the living room and saw himself out, one hand reaching for that godforsaken tie and practically wrenching it from his collar and around his neck.
God, he hated suits.
Sam was already waiting for him and Dean checked the salt line before looking up at his brother as he shrugged out of his jacket. “So, what did you find out?”
“Turns out our Rosemary Collins had a skeleton in her closet.”
“An illegitimate child?” Dean murmured with an arch of his eyebrows before he picked up the weapons bag and sorted through.
Sam looked confused for a moment, “Yeah. How did you know?”
Dean smirked over at Sam. “Because I’m Dean and I know everything.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” He turned in his seat and faced Dean. “So what do you think? The kid’s come back to reap revenge for being put in foster care?”
Dean grinned a little when his hand closed over the hilt of the knife he knew would hurt the sonofabitch killing everyone. “Bingo.” He glanced over his shoulder at Sam. “I got daddy’s address and I’m thinking it’s where the shifter’s going next. It’s already killed mommy and now all that’s left is to make daddy pay.”
Sam got to his feet, wandering over to rummage through the bag as well. “Judging by Rosemary’s murder, this thing visits during the day. That way it doesn’t look so suspicious. Not often you see a Girl Scout out after hours.”
“Right, so we stake out Shawn’s house and we wait.” Dean slid the knife away before reaching for the 9mm to slide it away into the back of his waistband.
Sam said nothing, just nodded his agreement before the brothers left the motel room and made for the address Patricia had written down for Dean. The Impala rolled to a slow even stop a street across from the house and Dean cut the engine before sitting back. “Now for the really boring part - waiting.”
Sam just smirked. “You’re just gonna fall asleep like you do on every other stakeout.”
Dean just gave Sam a classic what-the-fuck expression and argued the point, “I do not fall asleep on every stake out we do.”
“Uh, yeah, you do.”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do.”
The arguing lasted the next couple of hours until both brothers called a silent truce and both went about ignoring one another, which seemed to work better than the alternative.
Predictably, Dean fell asleep and Sam just sat there smirking but the moment the girl clad in an all too familiar Girl Scout uniform walked down the pavement Sam’s elbow was in Dean’s side and his brother was jerking awake.
“What? Huh? Who?”
Sam caught a hold of Dean’s collar and directed his brother’s attention to the house.
Dean’s eyes cleared the moment he caught sight of the devil in the Girl Scout dress. “Let’s go.”
The Winchesters slid out of the car and made it to the back of the house just in time to hear Shawn begging for his life. Dean nodded at Sam and he nodded back and it didn’t take long for one thick biker boot to go through the lock on the door and for that door to come off its hinges.
Sam went in first, Dean trailed after him and they spread apart, one brother taking one room at a time as they closed in on the altercation. “Upstairs,” Sam muttered and Dean held him back as he took the stairs first of all, noting the blood on the wooden floorboards.
Taking the hallway one step at a time, Dean held his gun up until he came upon the bedroom and he saw Shawn on his back, bleeding from a wound to his stomach with a twelve year old blonde girl standing over him with a bloodied blade.
“Hey,” Dean hollered.
The shape shifter turned, its lips pulling into a sneer as eyes regarded the two Winchester brothers.
“Yeah, love you too.” Dean’s lips twitched before he unloaded two rounds into the visage of the little girl and she screamed but quickly recovered her strength to launch herself at Dean.
Dean grunted when the full weight of a shape shifter hit him. “Sam! Get him outta here!” God, this thing was strong. No twelve year old girl should be this strong but then if the records were right this thing had, had years to practise its art.
Sam looked over his shoulder at his brother struggling with the shifter before doing as Dean said. “C’mon, I gotta get you out of here.” He helped Shawn to his feet and supported his weight, practically dragging the other man to the stairs.
The shifter’s attention turned to Sam and Shawn and it quickly desisted from attacking Dean and it turned to launch itself at Sam, obviously determined to make Shawn pay for what he did when he was younger.
“No fucking way.” Dean unloaded one more round, this time he hit the shifter in the knee and watched as it went down and quickly hauled ass over to turn it onto its back. “I hate fucking shifters.” He grimaced as it punched him and then bit out a small wince as teeth latched around his arm.
He was grumbling and cursing the entire time he was wrestling with the thing on the ground until finally he had it pinned. Dean reached around for the hilt of the blade and he had it pulled and was driving it down only for the damn creature to catch his wrist.
Dean grunted as he continued to drive the blade down and towards the shifter, hoping that sheer brute force would win out. Luckily enough it did and when Dean felt and heard that first cut he just kept pushing and tried to ignore the innocent face staring back at him. Eventually the knife had gone deep enough and the silver did its job, did it well enough so Dean was able to jerk his blade free and get back up to his feet.
The knife was sheathed and Dean stood and rested for a moment as he brushed away the blood that had gathered around the teeth marks on his arm. “Yeah, like those are gonna be easy to explain.” Shaking his head, Dean started back down the stairs and wandered out of the house to come face to face with Sam and Shawn.
“You okay?” Sam asked, eyes looking Dean over for obvious signs of injury.
Dean waved a hand in the air, “Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.” His eyes slid over to Shawn. “He alright?”
Sam nodded his head, “Yeah, the cut wasn’t deep.”
“What the fuck was that!?” Shawn demanded as he looked between Dean and Sam.
Dean jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “That? That was a shape shifter.” And that was it, he didn’t share anything else.
Shawn’s eyes widened and then he looked at Sam.
Sam glowered at Dean briefly before he turned back to Shawn and explained what a shape shifter was and why it had been after him in the first place.
Dean just watched on silently before finally speaking up when Sam had finished, “That’s what you get for abandoning the mother of your child for a quick fuck on the side.” A cold smirk was given before Dean was walking away from the house in the direction of the Impala.
Sam just offered a proper goodbye before following after Dean, he knew better than to bring Dean up on that last comment so he was good and just trailed after him in silence.
Dean paused alongside the Impala, looking back at Shawn before shaking his head, “I am never buying another Girl Scout cookie for as long as I live.” Having said that, Dean simply slid in behind the wheel and started the car and Sam did the same.
“Yeah, you and me both.” Sam rested back into the leather seat that had become so much like home he’d almost forgotten being away from it for those four years.
Dean just smirked before reaching over to turn the radio only for the song 'Pain' by the band ‘Three Days Grace’ to play and it was with that music playing that Dean pulled away from the kerb.
The moral of the story? Girl Scouts weren’t to be trusted, but Dean knew that already.
Author: mands_angelfox
Pairing/Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 2, 588
Genre: Gen, humour
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Feedback? Is love. No. Seriously, it is.
Summary:
Author's Note: I want to say thank you to my very wonderful beta-reader 11nine73 for looking over this and informing it was good to go as is!
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they belong to Eric Kripke and all the good souls over at the CW. I am not making any profit from this so please don't sue me, I am a poor young English woman.
Girl Scout
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean groaned as he lifted his shades and peered at his brother over a really early morning coffee. “An evil Girl Scout?”
Sam just looked back at him and arched his eyebrows.
Dean rolled his eyes as he slid his shades back in place and then he reached across to pick up the paper his brother had been reading before turning his eye to the headlines. “Dude, I knew somethin’ funky was going on with those Girl Scouts back in Ohio.”
“We’re not in Ohio, Dean.” Sam shook his head.
Dean just cocked his head to one side and muttered, “Whatever, Sam. Same diff.” He exhaled a breath and scrolled the article. “So, what? This Girl Scout demon rocks up and the people end up dead?”
Sam nodded his head before glancing at his notepad. “The last victim, a Rosemary Collins? Her neighbours reported seeing a twelve year old girl on her doorstep an hour before Rosemary was found dead with her throat slit.” He shifted through the pages on his pad. “Police report said that the house was ransacked but only one thing was taken.”
Dean’s eyes slid up and his eyebrows lifted. “And this one thing was what?”
Sam furrowed his brow as he searched his scrawled notes for the detail, “Rosemary’s address book.”
“An address book?” Dean rested the paper back down on the table before he removed his shades and looked up at Sam. “Why would a shape shifter go through all the trouble to morph into a Girl Scout selling Girl Scout cookies just to steal some old lady’s address book?”
Sam just shrugged his shoulders before looking over the table at Dean.
“Looks like we need to do some research into Rosemary Collins background, see if there’s a reason why she would have a shape shifter knocking on her door.” Dean tossed out a couple notes to cover the bill for breakfast before getting to his feet, pulling his jacket on over his shoulders. “You wanna handle the library and I’ll cover close friends and family?”
His brother gave a nod of his head as he got to his feet. “Meet back at the motel at around six?”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.” With that said, Dean and Sam left the small diner and the two men went in seperate directions. Sam headed in the direction of the town library and Dean in the direction of the Impala, he had a list of Rosemary’s friends and family in his right coat pocket and he planned to start from the top and work his way down.
It took Dean about three hours to talk to three friends and one family member and none of them had been a lot of help and he was pretty sure he was going back to the motel room with nothing. But things changed when he knocked on the door of Rosemary’s best friend, Patricia Barnes.
“I’m real sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Barnes.” He’d come dressed in a suit and tie because in order to play the part you had to look it. “But I need to ask you some questions.”
Patricia regarded him with clear brown eyes and then furrowed her already wrinkled brow. “I’ve already answered every question your lot has asked of me.”
Your lot? Dean refrained from arching an eyebrow at that and gave her one of his best smiles, the one that came complete with teeth and deep set dimples. “I know, ma’am but if you’d please just grant me a couple minutes of your time I promise I won’t keep you any longer than is necessary.”
Patricia seemed to soften at the smile before just nodding her head and ushering him inside. “So what can I do for you, Mr…?”
“Roberts, Daniel Roberts,” Dean offered up as easily as breathing. “I just need to ask a few questions about Mrs. Collins and why someone would do such a horrible thing.” Had to lay it on thick, make it look genuine.
Shaking her head, Patricia went about correcting him, “Patricia wasn’t married. Never married after her fiancé ran off on her with that floozy.” She tutted under her breath, “Man should’ve been ashamed of himself, leaving a woman like Rosemary to raise a daughter alone.”
Dean took a mental note of that because any details like that were gold especially in the weird and wacky world of the Supernatural. He was led through to the living room where he took a seat in a rather …saggy couch that looked set on swallowing him whole. “Would you say Rosemary had any enemies? Any reason why someone might have done this?”
“Oh,God. No.” Patricia shook her head with an obviously fond smile. “Rosemary was a wonderful woman and everybody loved her.”
Dean nodded his head, clasping his hands together before holding Patricia’s eyes with his own. “Was Rosemary acting strangely prior to her death?”
“Strangely?”
“Yes,” Dean enthused before elaborating further, “Did she appear nervous for any reason? Had she been experiencing any strange occurrences?”
Patricia sat back in her chair and ran a thinning finger along her lower lip as she considered Dean’s questions. “Now that you mention it she had been talking about her daughter Fiona a lot.”
“Didn’t she always talk about her?” Dean inquired, leaning forward as he attempted to soak up as much information as was possible.
“Oh, no…” Patricia shook her head. “Rosemary had Fiona when she was only eighteen years of age and understandably she was frightened and the baby was given up for adoption. It broke Rosemary’s heart but what else could she do? She had no way of supporting herself and the baby and she couldn’t tell her parents.”
“Did she tell the father?”
Patricia snorted a little. “Of course but he wanted nothing to do with her or Fiona. He told her that he no longer cared and that it wasn’t his problem.” She shook her head. “I always knew Shawn was bad news but Rosemary didn’t listen to me but I think if Shawn had been willing then Rosemary would have been able to keep Fiona.”
Dean nodded his head slowly. “I don’t suppose Rosemary kept in contact with Shawn over the years?”
Patricia just nodded her head, giving a small sad smile. “I think Rosemary always thought that one day he was going to come back to her.”
“I see,” Dean exhaled a breath, “I don’t suppose you’d have Shawn’s contact information?”
“I should have it around here somewhere, why do you need it?”
“Just need to ask him some questions.” Dean’s expression gave nothing away.
Patricia just nodded her head. “I’ll just get the details for you.” She got to her feet and disappeared for a few moments before returning with a slip of paper. This she gave to Dean. “I don’t think he’s moved.”
Dean took the slip of paper, taking one look at the address before giving Patricia a smile. “Well, thank you, Mrs. Barnes. You’ve been very helpful.” He got to his feet slowly, “I’ll see myself out.” With a parting look he left the living room and saw himself out, one hand reaching for that godforsaken tie and practically wrenching it from his collar and around his neck.
God, he hated suits.
Sam was already waiting for him and Dean checked the salt line before looking up at his brother as he shrugged out of his jacket. “So, what did you find out?”
“Turns out our Rosemary Collins had a skeleton in her closet.”
“An illegitimate child?” Dean murmured with an arch of his eyebrows before he picked up the weapons bag and sorted through.
Sam looked confused for a moment, “Yeah. How did you know?”
Dean smirked over at Sam. “Because I’m Dean and I know everything.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” He turned in his seat and faced Dean. “So what do you think? The kid’s come back to reap revenge for being put in foster care?”
Dean grinned a little when his hand closed over the hilt of the knife he knew would hurt the sonofabitch killing everyone. “Bingo.” He glanced over his shoulder at Sam. “I got daddy’s address and I’m thinking it’s where the shifter’s going next. It’s already killed mommy and now all that’s left is to make daddy pay.”
Sam got to his feet, wandering over to rummage through the bag as well. “Judging by Rosemary’s murder, this thing visits during the day. That way it doesn’t look so suspicious. Not often you see a Girl Scout out after hours.”
“Right, so we stake out Shawn’s house and we wait.” Dean slid the knife away before reaching for the 9mm to slide it away into the back of his waistband.
Sam said nothing, just nodded his agreement before the brothers left the motel room and made for the address Patricia had written down for Dean. The Impala rolled to a slow even stop a street across from the house and Dean cut the engine before sitting back. “Now for the really boring part - waiting.”
Sam just smirked. “You’re just gonna fall asleep like you do on every other stakeout.”
Dean just gave Sam a classic what-the-fuck expression and argued the point, “I do not fall asleep on every stake out we do.”
“Uh, yeah, you do.”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do.”
The arguing lasted the next couple of hours until both brothers called a silent truce and both went about ignoring one another, which seemed to work better than the alternative.
Predictably, Dean fell asleep and Sam just sat there smirking but the moment the girl clad in an all too familiar Girl Scout uniform walked down the pavement Sam’s elbow was in Dean’s side and his brother was jerking awake.
“What? Huh? Who?”
Sam caught a hold of Dean’s collar and directed his brother’s attention to the house.
Dean’s eyes cleared the moment he caught sight of the devil in the Girl Scout dress. “Let’s go.”
The Winchesters slid out of the car and made it to the back of the house just in time to hear Shawn begging for his life. Dean nodded at Sam and he nodded back and it didn’t take long for one thick biker boot to go through the lock on the door and for that door to come off its hinges.
Sam went in first, Dean trailed after him and they spread apart, one brother taking one room at a time as they closed in on the altercation. “Upstairs,” Sam muttered and Dean held him back as he took the stairs first of all, noting the blood on the wooden floorboards.
Taking the hallway one step at a time, Dean held his gun up until he came upon the bedroom and he saw Shawn on his back, bleeding from a wound to his stomach with a twelve year old blonde girl standing over him with a bloodied blade.
“Hey,” Dean hollered.
The shape shifter turned, its lips pulling into a sneer as eyes regarded the two Winchester brothers.
“Yeah, love you too.” Dean’s lips twitched before he unloaded two rounds into the visage of the little girl and she screamed but quickly recovered her strength to launch herself at Dean.
Dean grunted when the full weight of a shape shifter hit him. “Sam! Get him outta here!” God, this thing was strong. No twelve year old girl should be this strong but then if the records were right this thing had, had years to practise its art.
Sam looked over his shoulder at his brother struggling with the shifter before doing as Dean said. “C’mon, I gotta get you out of here.” He helped Shawn to his feet and supported his weight, practically dragging the other man to the stairs.
The shifter’s attention turned to Sam and Shawn and it quickly desisted from attacking Dean and it turned to launch itself at Sam, obviously determined to make Shawn pay for what he did when he was younger.
“No fucking way.” Dean unloaded one more round, this time he hit the shifter in the knee and watched as it went down and quickly hauled ass over to turn it onto its back. “I hate fucking shifters.” He grimaced as it punched him and then bit out a small wince as teeth latched around his arm.
He was grumbling and cursing the entire time he was wrestling with the thing on the ground until finally he had it pinned. Dean reached around for the hilt of the blade and he had it pulled and was driving it down only for the damn creature to catch his wrist.
Dean grunted as he continued to drive the blade down and towards the shifter, hoping that sheer brute force would win out. Luckily enough it did and when Dean felt and heard that first cut he just kept pushing and tried to ignore the innocent face staring back at him. Eventually the knife had gone deep enough and the silver did its job, did it well enough so Dean was able to jerk his blade free and get back up to his feet.
The knife was sheathed and Dean stood and rested for a moment as he brushed away the blood that had gathered around the teeth marks on his arm. “Yeah, like those are gonna be easy to explain.” Shaking his head, Dean started back down the stairs and wandered out of the house to come face to face with Sam and Shawn.
“You okay?” Sam asked, eyes looking Dean over for obvious signs of injury.
Dean waved a hand in the air, “Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.” His eyes slid over to Shawn. “He alright?”
Sam nodded his head, “Yeah, the cut wasn’t deep.”
“What the fuck was that!?” Shawn demanded as he looked between Dean and Sam.
Dean jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “That? That was a shape shifter.” And that was it, he didn’t share anything else.
Shawn’s eyes widened and then he looked at Sam.
Sam glowered at Dean briefly before he turned back to Shawn and explained what a shape shifter was and why it had been after him in the first place.
Dean just watched on silently before finally speaking up when Sam had finished, “That’s what you get for abandoning the mother of your child for a quick fuck on the side.” A cold smirk was given before Dean was walking away from the house in the direction of the Impala.
Sam just offered a proper goodbye before following after Dean, he knew better than to bring Dean up on that last comment so he was good and just trailed after him in silence.
Dean paused alongside the Impala, looking back at Shawn before shaking his head, “I am never buying another Girl Scout cookie for as long as I live.” Having said that, Dean simply slid in behind the wheel and started the car and Sam did the same.
“Yeah, you and me both.” Sam rested back into the leather seat that had become so much like home he’d almost forgotten being away from it for those four years.
Dean just smirked before reaching over to turn the radio only for the song 'Pain' by the band ‘Three Days Grace’ to play and it was with that music playing that Dean pulled away from the kerb.
The moral of the story? Girl Scouts weren’t to be trusted, but Dean knew that already.