Snippet #1850955

Michael opened his eyes slowly, taking in the smell of leather, letting out a tired yawn. He winced as he sat up, pain shooting down his back. "Dammit, again.." Spending every night sleeping in Dean's Impala made for a very sore neck, especially with all the bumps and turns. He quickly wiped off a puddle of drool he had made on the upholstery, dreading what Dean would have done to him if he saw it. He looked over at his sleeping girlfriend, Chelsea Lambert, brushing a hair out of her face slowly.

"How much longer do we have to wait? The picture's in that art show, right? Why don't we just go in and get it?" Michael asked, turning his attention to the two hunters in the front seats. Sam put down the newspaper he was reading, shifting in his seat to look back at him.

"We're coming up with a plan to get in there and get the picture. Patience is a virtue, Mike." Sam told him, making a tsk tsk noise and flicking his fingers at him like a scolding parent.

"Yeah, but it's also boring and leaves you with a very numb ass. I will go in there myself and steal the painting."