Catching up (mid s7)
Sam was furious.
Beyond furious.
He wasn't sure what came after that, but he was pretty sure that it involved beating the holy hell out of his brother when he caught up to him.
Dean wasn't subtle, he never had been. Sam knew his patterns. It was easy to track the swath of destruction he was cutting across the central part of the country before turning south. He was erratic, but staying on the same track. Something needed killing, he showed up long enough to do it and move on.
Tracking his brother through hallucinations of Hell and Lucifer riding shotgun wasn't easy. In fact there were days when it was damn near impossible. But he had to find Dean. He had to know why.
Then he was going to kick his ass.
There. He caught sight of the Impala pulled off the side of the interstate. Sam pulled up behind it and was out the door before the engine had even completely shut off. A large fist hammered on the window, intent on waking Dean the fuck up.
He had some explaining to do.
Beyond furious.
He wasn't sure what came after that, but he was pretty sure that it involved beating the holy hell out of his brother when he caught up to him.
Dean wasn't subtle, he never had been. Sam knew his patterns. It was easy to track the swath of destruction he was cutting across the central part of the country before turning south. He was erratic, but staying on the same track. Something needed killing, he showed up long enough to do it and move on.
Tracking his brother through hallucinations of Hell and Lucifer riding shotgun wasn't easy. In fact there were days when it was damn near impossible. But he had to find Dean. He had to know why.
Then he was going to kick his ass.
There. He caught sight of the Impala pulled off the side of the interstate. Sam pulled up behind it and was out the door before the engine had even completely shut off. A large fist hammered on the window, intent on waking Dean the fuck up.
He had some explaining to do.