Dean sat gingerly in the driver’s seat and turned the keys in the ignition. He glanced at Sammy, who was holding ice to the back of his head. Dean said, “Long as we’re here, want to stick around a bit? Show me the hot spots. Look up a few friends? I know you said…well, we could stick around if you want.”
Sam looked at him like he was about to explode in a flood of Lifetime chick flick moments. “Dean did you dig this up so I could have a chance to come back for a visit?”
Dean leaned back into his seat. He’d done something to his back when staking that one vamp. “Didn’t have do much digging Sammy. If you don’t want to stick around that’s fine by me.”
Sam was getting all earnest at him. “All those disappearances were spread out over decades. Dad didn’t even mention it in his journal.”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it.” Dean pulled out onto the road, “Not like I’ve never done research.” He glanced at Sammy.
Sammy was smiling in that aw shucks way of his. He said, “Thanks, man. Maybe later.”
“Okay.” Dean pulled onto the freeway onramp. “We can always come back. Maybe touch bases with Easter.” He glanced at Sam. “Dude those brownies were amazing,” and gunned the engine onto the open road.
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