SuperPotter 3

Chapter 2 The Kids Are Alright

Sam and Hermione are sitting at a table in a generic diner. Sam is working on his laptop and talking on his phone. Hermione reading the newspaper. Dean is nowhere to be seen. Sam looks around a bit frantic.

'What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual,' Dean who's outside, taps on the front window and waves a packet of papers. 'Well, maybe we got the translation wrong,' The door jangles. 'Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we—' He pauses to listen to Bobby. 'Well, there's got to be something that w—' He feels a sharp nudge in his side. He looks up and notices Dean approaching the table. 'Oh, ah, yeah, no, ah, I...I gotta go. Uh. Okay. Never mind,' Sam hangs up the phone quickly.

Dean stands next to the table looking suspiciously at Sam. 'Hey. Who was that?' He asks.

'Ah, I was just ordering pizza,' Sam responds quickly.

Dean looks around. 'Dude, you do realise that you're in a restaurant?'

'Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I...just felt like pizza, you know?' Sam smiles, tight-lipped. Hermione slightly chuckles behind the newspaper.

Dean sits down. 'O-kay, Weirdy Mcweirderton,' He clears his throat. So, I think I got something,'

'Yeah?' Hermione asks as she lowers the paper.

'Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw,'

'And? What, that's it? One power saw?' Sam asks.

'Well...yeah,'

'And you think that this is a case?'

'Well, I don't know. Could be,'

'I don't know, Dean. I—I—'

'All right, there's something better...better in Cicero than just a case,' Dean confesses.

'And that is?' Hermione asks.

'Lisa Braeden,'

Sam sighs. 'Should I even ask?'

'Remember that road trip took, uh...gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing,'

'Yeah. Yeah, the five states, five-day—' Sam remembers.

Dean laughs. 'Yeah. Well, kind of. Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft,' 

'So let me get this straight. You want—you want to drive all that way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick?' Sam asks.

'She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life. Come on. Have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish,'

'Yeah, well, how many dying wishes are you gonna get?'

'As many as I can squeeze out. Come on. Smile, Sam! God knows I'm gonna be smiling after 24 hours with Gumby girl,' He chuckles to himself, Sam laughs too. 'Gumby girl,' Dean frowns. 'Does that make me Pokey?'

They pull up outside a motel in Cicero, Indiana. Dean stops to let Sam and Hermione out.

'Don't wait up for me,' Dean starts to drive off as Sam is still pulling his bag out of the car.

'Wait, Dean. Dean, you...Dean!' Dean drives off. Leaving Sam and Hermione standing there.

'Well, now what?' Hermione asks as she looks over towards Sam. He shrugs as the two of them enter the motel.

Hermione and Sam are sitting inside their motel room. Sam is looking at things on his laptop. He groans in frustration.

'What is it?' Hermione asks looking up from her book.