The Family Business [Supernatural] {1}

1.2 Searching

It was morning when we finally made it into Jericho. Sam was going through the pile of cassettes in the front seat because he took it when I went to the bathroom. Dean walked back to the car with some food. "Hey!" He called and Sam looked up. "You two want breakfast?" Dean asked us. 

"No, thanks," Sam said.

 "Yes, please," I said. Dean gave me a bag of chips along with bottle of water. 

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked Dean.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards," Dean said. 

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked before he swing his legs back inside the car and closes the door and so did I.

"Uh . . . Burt Aframian," Dean said. He climbed into the driver seat and put his soda and chips down before closing the door. "And his kids Hector and Charlotte. Scored three cards out of the deal."

Sam nodded, letting out a small laugh. "That sounds about right," He agreed before moving his eyes back to the box. He let out a sigh and shook his head before looking at our older brother, "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

Dean stared at him for a moment, a frown crossed to his face, "Why?" He asked, confused. 

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes," Sam pointed out. "And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"

Dean rolled his eyes, taking the box labeled Metallica from him. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

I hold my laugh back so I don't get in trouble with Dean. "Scar -- What's the house rules?" Dean asked me. 

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. So suck it up, Sammy," I told Sam.

Sam huffed as he turned to me, giving me a look, "You know, Sammy is a chubby 12 old," He said. 

"So stop acting like one," I commented. Dean laughed and Sam scoffed before turning back. 

"That's my girl," Dean said as he started to the engines. I smirked and we pulled out of the station.

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After an hour or so, we finally reached a sign that read:

JERICHO 7

Sam got off the phone after speaking to the hospital, looking for Dad. "All right," He started, letting out a sigh. "So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess."

We pulled up to a bridge with police officers all in front of it. "What now?" I asked, leaning forward. 

"Sam and I will go there, you need to stay here this time," Dean said and I nodded. I leaned back and crawled down a little as Dean and Sam got out with they ID cards. I was waiting for them a few minutes and they later got back and we drove off. 

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After my brothers told me what they found out, we decided to go downtown to find the missing boy's girlfriend, Amy.