Just A Bit Closer (Book Two)

In Which Sam Becomes A Fangirl

{Sam's POV}

I stood in front of the Impala. Man, Dean was going to be pissed when he sees his car. The front bumper was crushed, the windshield was smashed, and the passenger window was shattered. From what I pieced together, it was Cas's head that caused the latter. For whatever reason, he was riding with Dean when he crashed. Quite frankly, it doesn't surprise me that he was in an accident, Dean doesn't know how to keep his eyes on the road.

I sighed before going into the office where an extremely bored looking, scruffy guy was sitting. He looked up from the computer before exhaling dramatically and handing over some papers.

About an hour later, the Impala and I were back at the bunker. I hung up my jacket and sat down with my laptop. I thought I should search for a case until Dean got back.

No more than twenty minutes after I gave up on finding anything and decided to watch some Brittish show called Sherlock, the door swung open.

"Sam?"

I picked up a pillow and threw it at my brother. I waved a hand in his general direction, my eyes never leaving the screen.

"Dude!" he exclaimed. "What the h-"

"Dean," I heard Cas say softly, "You might want to see this."

"See what?"

"Baby."

My head shot up in confusion. It took me a few moments before I realized he was talking about Dean's car.

They resumed talking and I groaned. "Will you idiots shut up? There's another 'suicide' but this time, there's a note."

"What?"

"Dean, please. Try to keep up."

I heard a shuffling behind me, then a sigh.

"Cas, do you know what he's talking about?"

"No, I do not understand that reference."

I tried to focus while Sherlock rattled off deductions, but those two would. Not. Shut. Up.

"Alright!" I shouted. "Dean, just go and cry over your car or go make out or go eat some cholesterol or something. Just go away."

There was a brief pause before two pairs of footsteps headed in the direction of the garage.

I sighed.

Finally.