Early to bed, early to rise? Not so much for hunters. Even after laundry, dinner and a few drinks while they read up on the spell and any potential loopholes or ways it could backfire – because magic that strong? It worried Dean.
Sure, it was protecting Sam in ways that nothing else could, but the last time things went that right for him was just before they went to hell thanks to that rabbit’s foot. One final check over the car and their gear before Dean finally allows himself to crash out for the night. If it’s one of the few angels on their side that did this for Sam – Dean was definitley buying them a few hundred beers. Problem was all of the angels on their side with the exception of Cas were all wingprints on the ground.
Up early and on the road. It was Dean’s favorite time of day, balancing a cup of coffee on his thigh and roaring down the highway with Sam at his side and dawn just starting to touch the sky.
Now all they had to do was get into the city and hope that Sam’s luck held up long enough to get them close to whatever angel, or ex-angel, had done it. It was just past one when he finally turned the Impala towards the nearest bar for a bite to eat and a beer while they form up some kind of plan.
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Date: 2014-02-11 04:50 pm (UTC)Sure, it was protecting Sam in ways that nothing else could, but the last time things went that right for him was just before they went to hell thanks to that rabbit’s foot.
One final check over the car and their gear before Dean finally allows himself to crash out for the night. If it’s one of the few angels on their side that did this for Sam – Dean was definitley buying them a few hundred beers.
Problem was all of the angels on their side with the exception of Cas were all wingprints on the ground.
Up early and on the road. It was Dean’s favorite time of day, balancing a cup of coffee on his thigh and roaring down the highway with Sam at his side and dawn just starting to touch the sky.
Now all they had to do was get into the city and hope that Sam’s luck held up long enough to get them close to whatever angel, or ex-angel, had done it. It was just past one when he finally turned the Impala towards the nearest bar for a bite to eat and a beer while they form up some kind of plan.