"Come on, we can't be far from Sunnydale! They didn't have time - "
Spike stopped, realising that since he had no idea how long he'd been out, they could be on the bloody moon.
"Pleasant little town couple of hours from LA," he said casually, tilting his head to the side and watching Dean reaching into his jacket with morbid interest. If the kid had a stake, he was dead, because he didn't have a chance of outrunning him, weak and wounded as he was. He sucked in his cheeks, trying desperately to think of a way out of this. The only thing he could come up with was: keep talking.