“Can’t believe we just missed her!”

It was day nine of their hunt for Bela, making it a little over a week now.

Dean had literally had to put the pedal to the metal when their little side adventure cost them to lose Bela. It was moments like these where Dean hated vengeful ghosts more so, thinking that the dead just needed to get over with whatever that had happened to them; fortunate for the brothers, it had been an easy case to solve, but no matter what, Dean still hated losing the time that could be spent in recovering the Colt, because, without it the war was pretty much lost – and it had yet to get here.

“Sarah find out where she’s headed to next?” The youngest Sterling sister was Sam’s counterpart, and was – in Dean’s opinion – a hell of a lot smarter than his brother, which baffled Dean. At this point, he had accepted it, because, that girl had the know how in tracking someone down with that nifty laptop of hers. Where as Sam was stuck using his Blackberry during their travels in the Impala, Sarah had once told Dean that she had the computer capability and was growing in the field of hacking.

As he released the gas pedal, Dean began to make a turn that would not cause the Impala to topple over and go rolling with the speed he was going at. “She better be connected with everyone else!”

"So what else did Bobby have to say about our next adventure?"

As per usual, the eldest Winchester brother could be found behind the wheel of his baby - '67 Chevy Impala. Despite the fact that she was a gas guzzler, and was the source that took most of his money on their road trips; Dean still loved the automobile. The last couple days had been a hit and a miss when it came to their hunts, and Dean was beginning to wonder if Evil suddenly decided to give up? Nah. It was a nice thought, but something that would not happen anytime for sure; thusly, causing Dean to ponder on what lied ahead. He had a year to live and the clock was ticking; the thought of his time reaching its' expiration date, and leaving Sam behind was not a pleasant one. So kicking Evil's butt? Overtime needed to be done - BIG TIME.

Crunching up the wrapper, that housed his bacon cheeseburger into a little ball, Dean chucked it over his shoulder into the backseat before he took a swig of the watered down Coca-cola. A face was made. "Ugh, thought I said no ice? Nasty." Of course, Dean was just complaining for the sake of complaining.

Just then, the musical introduction of Blue Oyster Cult's : Don't Fear the Reaper came to life on the radio, causing Dean to grin like the Rock fanboy he was. "Well Sammy?"