ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ (ᴘᴛ 2)

Sam is packing a duffel bag. He pulls out a large, hook-shaped knife and slides it inside. Jess enters the room.

"Wait, you're taking off?" Sam looks up. "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?"

"Yeah. You know, just a little family drama," Sam replies as he goes over to the dresser and turns on the lamp.

"Your sister said he was on some kind of hunting trip," Jess mentions, sitting on the bed. Sam rummages in one of the drawers and comes out with a couple of shirts, which go into the duffel.

"Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin; he's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back."

"What about the interview?"

"I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple of days," Sam explains, moving around the bed as Jess gets up and follows.

"Sam, I mean, please." Sam stops and turns. "Just stop for a second. Are you sure you're okay?" Sam laughs a little.

"I'm fine."

"It's just that you never talk about your family. And now you're leaving in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is a big deal,"

"Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise," he reassures her, kissing her cheek before leaving.

"At least tell me where you're going."

==

The Impala is parked in front of a pump. "Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers plays. Dean comes out of the convenience store carrying junk food, with Y/N trailing behind with more snacks. Sam is sitting in the back seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes.

"Hey!" Dean calls out, making Sam lean out and look at him. "Do you want breakfast?"

"No, thanks," Sam replies. Y/N gets into the driver's side and opens a pack of marshmallows.

"So, how did you pay for that stuff?"

"Are you, Dad, and Y/N still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting isn't exactly a pro-ball career," Dean explains as he pulls the nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they sent us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you two write on the application this time?" Sam swings his legs back inside the car and closes the door.

"Uh, Burt Aframian," Dean responds as he gets into the passenger seat and puts his soda and chips down.

"And his son Hector and daughter Emma. We scored three cards out of the deal," Dean adds. He then closes the door.

"That sounds about right. I swear, guys, you've got to update your cassette tape," Dean remarks, noticing the variety of cassettes in the box on Sam's lap. Some have album art, while others are hand-labelled. Dean turns around to face Sam, with Y/N doing the same with a marshmallow in her mouth.

"Why?" Y/N queries.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two." Sam holds up a tape for every band he names. "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean reaches over to take the Metallica box from Sam.

"It's the greatest hits of Mullet Rock," Y/N bursts out laughing, prompting Dean to glance at her before turning back to Sam.

"Well, house rules, Sammy," Dean says as he pops the tape in the player. "Driver and passenger pick the music; backsitters shut their cake holes." Dean drops the Metallica box back in the tape box as Y/N starts the engine.