Sam had gotten his bag and the thermos Bobby got for him and was heading out for the car with Buffy in tow. He tossed the things in back and climbed into the old gas guslier that Dean so loved. That was once his father.
He was behind the wheel, the seat pushed back for his long legs. Buffy would have room to almost do a dance on the bench seat and the space before her. He placed the thermos between them and plugged in his iPod to get tunes going.
The Impala was soon sailing down the highway. Sam didn't have to worry any more about to much police, being as they thought him dead from the explosion that killed Hendricksen.
He was heading down to warmer lands, Texas. He had been in the state once before but now was having to go further south. At least the car was filled with gas. A couple of gas cans were filled in the trunk just in case. Plus were sometimes used to burn bodies after bones were salted.
"Let me know if we need to stop for you. I'm used to driving nearly all night if need be," Sam finally spoke as they were leaving South Dakota.