Chapter Twelve

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"Sam I'm not going to make a left hand turn into on coming traffic

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"Sam I'm not going to make a left hand turn into on coming traffic. I'm not suicidal!"

"Sam did I seriously just hear him say that?"

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"Sam did I seriously just hear him say that?"

"Sam did I seriously just hear him say that?"

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"Yeah... Yeah you did."

We are given a conversation. Travis agreed to let us try for a single conversation with Jack. However I don't think he will need much convincing. He's probably thinking about chowing on his wife as we drive along the long stretch of road.

"Alright", Dean voices once we're well and truly back on the road towards Jack's house "So we're going to go have a little chat with this guy- which you know I'm down for..." When Sam continues staring out the windshield, Dean spares a glance back at me before adding "I just want to make sure that if push comes you're going to shove."

Finally, Sam averts his gaze back to the dean, drawling seriously "Meaning?"

"Well odds are we're going to have to burn this guy alive."

"This guy has a name... and a wife."

"Yeah who we're probably going to make a widow" noticing two pairs of eyes flicker my way, I apologize insensitively "I'm sorry. Did I say that out loud?" Returning his gaze out the window, I lean back over their seat "Listen Sam it's a wicked idea and it'll be great if we can avoid grilling this guy like a Rib-Eye steak but we don't exactly have the odds in our favor."

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