Anya echoed his gameplan fears. "We're on the right track," Dean said, though even he wasn't so sure they'd win this battle right now. "We just gotta figure out how to take out this Samhain guy."
"Dean, we can't just take out a god," Sam frowned from the backseat. He knew his brother could be a blind optimist at times, but this was getting ridiculous. "This isn't exactly a normal hunt."
"Yeah, got that message loud and clear last night when we were being chased by zombies, Sammy," Dean snapped back, finding himself easily agitated right now. He didn't like when the odds were against them like this. He looked up into the rearview, trying to catch Buffy's eye, but her gaze was focused out the window. "I'm not sure how big of a place it is, but we'll give Giles a heads up."
Sam placed a reassuring hand on Buffy's knee, giving it a squeeze. He wanted to believe that they would figure this out, but the thought of Bobby picking up and heading out of town did nothing to quiet his fears. "The world hasn't ended yet," he said to her with a
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"You would say that after we load that thing into my trunk," Dean said, glancing up at Buffy in his rearview.
"At least they're trying to warn people," Sam said, trying to find a positive to this situation. "They're going about it the wrong way, but at least they're saying that something is going on. The general public isn't exactly like us. The idea of the dead rising to eat our flesh? Could probably cause some hardcore hysteria." And he could only imagine the sort of hysteria that would occur, rioting, violence, the whole nine yards.
"We'll hit the rest stop still, get a feel for things, get some friggin coffee, and then we hit the ground running. The ride to Bobby's hideout is gonna be two or three days at least."
Sam frowned a bit. He didn't disagree with heading to Bobby's, but it seemed almost unfair to let the rest of the population fend for themselves. "So we just go on the run, like everyone else? These people have no clue what they're up against, Dean."Dean turned to
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Buffy frowned, "So what do we do? Hit every town between here and Nevada and pray that we'll hit lucky and one of them hasn't been overrun yet?"
Then what? Take the survivors along for the ride? She didn't think Bobby's bunker was big enough to hold all the people seated in this car, never mind a whole towns worth.
"I hate to say this but maybe Dean's right," she turned to look at Sam, "I don't want these people to die either but the quicker we get to Bobby, the quicker we can try and come up with something that stops this spreading further. We may be it."
"Just once, I wish someone else was it," said Anya with a sigh. "One of these apocalypses we'll be bystanders. Let someone else do the work and the sacrificing for a change..."Buffy seriously doubted it, but she didn't say that aloud. "I'm at a loss here. Every instinct I have is telling me to run, to not die. Every other part of me is telling me that people don't deserve to die, not like that, and that if we can help
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Dean wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was starting to agree with that sentiment. Saving people, hunting things, the family business? It was starting to feel like more of a burden day after day. Why did it always have to be the Winchesters to the rescue?
"So we agree then?" Dean asked, looking up into the rearview to catch his brother's eye. "We keep with the plan then? Head to Bobby's. Kick some ass on the way but nothing major."
Sam nodded slowly in agreement. He knew Dean and Buffy were right, and honestly, it was a sign of the apocalypse when they agreed on anything. "We'll stick to the plan."
Dean returned the nod, grip on the steering wheel relaxing a bit. "If we're gonna do this, we really need to teach you girls to shoot."
"Dean, we can't just take out a god," Sam frowned from the backseat. He knew his brother could be a blind optimist at times, but this was getting ridiculous. "This isn't exactly a normal hunt."
"Yeah, got that message loud and clear last night when we were being chased by zombies, Sammy," Dean snapped back, finding himself easily agitated right now. He didn't like when the odds were against them like this. He looked up into the rearview, trying to catch Buffy's eye, but her gaze was focused out the window. "I'm not sure how big of a place it is, but we'll give Giles a heads up."
Sam placed a reassuring hand on Buffy's knee, giving it a squeeze. He wanted to believe that they would figure this out, but the thought of Bobby picking up and heading out of town did nothing to quiet his fears. "The world hasn't ended yet," he said to her with a ( ... )
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"You would say that after we load that thing into my trunk," Dean said, glancing up at Buffy in his rearview.
"At least they're trying to warn people," Sam said, trying to find a positive to this situation. "They're going about it the wrong way, but at least they're saying that something is going on. The general public isn't exactly like us. The idea of the dead rising to eat our flesh? Could probably cause some hardcore hysteria." And he could only imagine the sort of hysteria that would occur, rioting, violence, the whole nine yards.
"We'll hit the rest stop still, get a feel for things, get some friggin coffee, and then we hit the ground running. The ride to Bobby's hideout is gonna be two or three days at least."
Sam frowned a bit. He didn't disagree with heading to Bobby's, but it seemed almost unfair to let the rest of the population fend for themselves. "So we just go on the run, like everyone else? These people have no clue what they're up against, Dean."Dean turned to ( ... )
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Then what? Take the survivors along for the ride? She didn't think Bobby's bunker was big enough to hold all the people seated in this car, never mind a whole towns worth.
"I hate to say this but maybe Dean's right," she turned to look at Sam, "I don't want these people to die either but the quicker we get to Bobby, the quicker we can try and come up with something that stops this spreading further. We may be it."
"Just once, I wish someone else was it," said Anya with a sigh. "One of these apocalypses we'll be bystanders. Let someone else do the work and the sacrificing for a change..."Buffy seriously doubted it, but she didn't say that aloud. "I'm at a loss here. Every instinct I have is telling me to run, to not die. Every other part of me is telling me that people don't deserve to die, not like that, and that if we can help ( ... )
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Dean wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was starting to agree with that sentiment. Saving people, hunting things, the family business? It was starting to feel like more of a burden day after day. Why did it always have to be the Winchesters to the rescue?
"So we agree then?" Dean asked, looking up into the rearview to catch his brother's eye. "We keep with the plan then? Head to Bobby's. Kick some ass on the way but nothing major."
Sam nodded slowly in agreement. He knew Dean and Buffy were right, and honestly, it was a sign of the apocalypse when they agreed on anything. "We'll stick to the plan."
Dean returned the nod, grip on the steering wheel relaxing a bit. "If we're gonna do this, we really need to teach you girls to shoot."
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