It was nearing 10pm and the Winchesters were cruising yet another American highway. Sam had settled down to sleep, while his brother controled the wheel for the night.
"Did Bobby ever call?" he asked suddenly, knowing Dean would only just hear him over Kansas playing in the tape deck.
"No," Dean replied, "but I called him. Nothing so far."
Sam closed his eyes again, only to open them a moment later.
"Maybe we should head for Bobby's house. Three heads are btter than one, right?"
"Maybe," Dean cleared his throat, "but let's get this pagan thing checked out first, ok? Then we'll talk about it."
Sam closed his eyes again. And opened them again.
"What's the deal with you and this Faith girl?"
Dean's eyebrows rose and he gave his brother a glance.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean you've gotte together like every time we've run into each other, but she wasn't a girlfriend or anything. I dunno, just after Lisa I thought..."
"We're exercise partners, that's all," Dean insisted, "it's not exclusive, and it's not gonna last."
"Does she know about your deal?"
Dean hesitated.
"No."
Sam frowned a little.
"So what am I supposed to tell her, come January 21st when you're not around anymore? If, you're not around anymore."
"Nothing, don't tell her anything. It's none of her business."
Sam chewed his bottom lip before closing his eyes again.
"Is she gonna be ok?" he asked, voice getting quieter.
"I told you, she'll be fine. She has some super healing thing going on that comes with being The Chosen One."
"I'd like to know why I didn't get that one," Sam grunted.
"Go to sleep," Dean ordered, leaning over to turn his music up, "I do not want to deal with the repercussions of you running us off the road because you couldn't keep your eyes open."
"Yeah whatever."