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Speeding down the highway with Metallica blaring from behind closed windows, the Impala of the Winchester brothers cuts through the air towards their destination: Atlanta.
Sam's head is lolled backwards, swinging occasionally to the side before he unconsciously jerks it back. Dean drives with one hand on the steering wheel, head half resting on his other which is propped up on the door.
A loud blaring noise cuts through the heavy metal with surprising force; Deans phone shrills and buzzes in his pocket, only noticed because they were both on edge waiting for it to ring.
Dean's hand shoots out and into his pocket, he's answered within the first ring.
"Dad?"
"Sorry to disappoint you hun, but contrary to star wars belief, I ain't your father."
It takes Dean a couple of seconds to register what the amused feminine voice has quipped into his ear before he bites out:
"Then how the hell did you get my number?" Disappointment courses through his veins and he scowls at the road, unintentionally speeding up a notch. He had been so sure it was him. Dean feels the burning stare of his brother's questioning eyes.
"From the very same Dad you thought I was a second ago."
"Sorry hun," he spits down the phone, anger getting the best of him, "But that still don't tell me who the fuck you are."
"Jesus is this how you treat all those trying to ask for your help?" The voice laughs, but the amusement's gone. "Look, your Dad said if I ever needed any help that I could call you and your brother and rely you to come to my aid. Guess chivalry doesn't run in the family."
"Our Dad said that too you?"
Sam leans forward and frantically whispers trying to grab the phone out of Dean's whitening knuckles. He jerks the phone away from Sam and accidentaly swerves the car, forcing Sam back into his seat and into holding the Oh Shit handle.
"That's what I said," A crash echoes out behind her and she shouts away from the receiver, "Oh really? Really? That's the thing you decide to throw? Well jokes on you buddy I hated that vase anyway."
"Hey, hey we're not done here-"
"I know, I know it's just the thing I've called you about is getting progressively more violent. A poltergeist is hauntin-"
"Yeah, I seriously doubt that girly. Are you some chick I slept with a forgot to call so you're pranking me?"
"Hey, fuck you too man, if you want my death by an ugly vase added to your short list of life accomplishments then so be it."
Dean's nostrils flare as he sighs, teeth clenching in frustration.
"Is your brother there?"
Dean glances at Sam who straightens and mouths who is it.
"It's me you're speaking to."
"Pass me over to him, maybe then we'll get somewhere."
Grudgingly, Dean hands over his mobile mostly out of curiosity of what Sam'll think of the she-devil on the other end of the phone.
"Hey, this is Sam..." he trails off, listening intently. After a couple of minutes, he pulls out a pen and a receipt on which he writes what appears to be an address.
"Hey, hey, hey, woah. What're you dong?" Dean says, trying to read and drive at the same time.
"She's seems legit, Dean. And besides, her house is just outside Atlanta so we might as well anyway."
"We ain't got time for this bullshit, Dad's-"
"This is the first real lead we've had in weeks."
They stare each other down before Dean finally gives a tight nod in resigned agreement.
"Just hang on alright? We'll be there in an hour tops."
Dean hears a muffled reply and frowns to himself as Sam smiles and hangs up.
"Seriously Sammy? Driving to the house of a crazy one night stand?"
"I doubt this girl would put up with your attempts at flirting," Laughs Sam.
"Well maybe you should attempt flirting more and then you'd get laid." Snaps Dean, but smiles in spite of himself. He just hoped Sam was right.