He turned down the hall outside the auditorium, a content smile on his face and hands shoved deep into his pockets. He glanced to the left and right, eyebrows furrowing for a moment until he caught sight of a blonde pacing a small stretch of space next to a group of lockers.
She had her phone out, seemingly scrolling through some screen or another as he approaches. But when she looked up and saw him, she put the phone away and took his arm with a smile.
"The second act was a bit out there, but she managed to capture them pretty well."
"They were surprised I came, actually."
"Remember the first time you called me?"
They made their way out to the parking lot, glancing over their shoulders and looking around out of habit before getting into the small car they rented when they arrived in Michigan.
"...they didn't even see us." She sounded a bit disappointed, but still nodded and looked to him. He shook his head, lips pursing into a firm line.
"...something was off. We should have come sooner."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat as they merged onto a highway.
"They'll be okay. It's Sam and Dean. They always are. And we'll be there if they need us."
"But we are going to see...?" She held up her phone, map displayed.
"Yeah. They guys aren't ready...but we need to go see them. And New York is beautiful this time of year."
The blonde woman breathed a sigh of relief, putting her phone down and turning on the radio before taking her husband's free hand.
Finding navigation to... Erieville, New York. Estimated time of arrival, eight hours.
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