Sam snorted, crossing his arms as Dean spoke. "You're acting like you've never looked at a girl younger than you, dude. I mean, not to call you out but..." he trailed off, giving Dean a pointed look. "Remember the girl in Boise? You were all ready to screw her until you found out she was only turning 18 in like, two months. That's literally the only thing that stopped you from fucking her, can't even pretend I'm wrong," he said with a dry laugh.
He looked up, eying the two girls who stood outside of Jody's home. "This should be fun," he grumbled, sliding out of the car. He slammed the door, stepping toward the girls as he ran his hands down the side of his jeans. "Hey, girls. Are you Isabelle and Lauren?" Despite the fact that he asked, he knew damn well that they were. Not many people hung around Jody's home, not unless they were supposed to be there.
Isabelle bit back a sigh when the boys climbed out of the Impala. Her stomach twisted into a nervous knot and she wondered briefly if it was too late for them to turn and run. But she knew it was stupid to even try, if anyone was going to help them it was going to be the Winchester brothers. She drew in a deep breathe, nodding when Sam spoke to them.
"We are," she uttered, not even bothering to ask who they were. If Jody had told them anything, well, she was sure they had dissected all of the information as much as possible. "Should we... er, head inside?" She asked, feeling like a fool for the way that she spoke. She wasn't as sure of herself as she normally was and she damn well knew it.
February 21st, 2018 at 05:38am