“Dude! Spike is so going to get a kick out of this!” Dean chuckled as he and Sam made their way to the Impala. Shaking his head, Sam opened the passenger door and slid inside.
“Hey! Come on Sammy!” Dean cajoled as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “You know Blondie’s going to be jealous.”
“I don’t get you guys,” Sam said.
“What’s to get?”
“Well,” Sam started. “You guys try and out do each other on everything.”
“Your point?” Dean interrupted.
“And then, you tag team and annoy everyone around you.”
“Yeah,” Dean said with a chuckle. “We’re good. Hey isn’t Angel in town right now? Some sort of Council business right?”
“Yeah, Dean, he is,” Sam answered with an aggravated sigh. “Why the sudden interest?”
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Dean started the Impala. Pulling out of the studio parking lot, he turned towards the hotel he knew Angel was staying at.
“Dean,” Sam said, his voice taking on a commanding tone. “No. Just no. We are not going to look up Angel just so you can annoy him.”
“Yes we are,” Dean grinned. “Since Spike isn’t here, it is my duty, as his friend, to find and annoy the Poof.”