Faith let out a low, soft whistle. Not loud enough to carry far out into the jungle, but she figured if anyone was out there lying in wait they already knew she and Dean were hot on the jeep. "Hot damn, I didn't really expect to get this lucky today. . .not about the wheels at least."
Dean was scanning the area and checking the perimeter, so Faith did her sweep in the opposite direction, keeping him in her peripheral. No one jumped out at them and they ended together at the off-road vehicle.
"I'm probably gonna jinx us by sayin' that this is way too easy, but beggars can't be choosers, right?" Faith asked. She ran her hands over the hood and passenger side door of the jeep, caressing it with the tenderness and sensuality that she would a lover. Maybe more. "Now, something tells me that if our guys had wheels, they would have taken 'em to get outta here. So either, they had more than one set, and given the number of 'em we got under house arrest, I wouldn't be surprised by that.
"But that also means that our friends have another HQ somewhere."
Something about the car was off though. It didn't set her Slayer sense all tingly, so it wasn't a trap or that kind of danger. There was just something about this car that seemed different from other cars. She continued her caressing circuit, occasionally flashing Dean a lascivious smile, while inspecting the vehicle.
"Whoa!" Dean exclaimed in the midst of his own inspection. "This thing is solar and electrical powered!"
It clicked what was wrong. The jeep didn't have a gas tank – and Dean had just discovered why.
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[Faith] Finding Wheels (tag Dean)
Date: 2006-08-22 04:16 am (UTC)Dean was scanning the area and checking the perimeter, so Faith did her sweep in the opposite direction, keeping him in her peripheral. No one jumped out at them and they ended together at the off-road vehicle.
"I'm probably gonna jinx us by sayin' that this is way too easy, but beggars can't be choosers, right?" Faith asked. She ran her hands over the hood and passenger side door of the jeep, caressing it with the tenderness and sensuality that she would a lover. Maybe more. "Now, something tells me that if our guys had wheels, they would have taken 'em to get outta here. So either, they had more than one set, and given the number of 'em we got under house arrest, I wouldn't be surprised by that.
"But that also means that our friends have another HQ somewhere."
Something about the car was off though. It didn't set her Slayer sense all tingly, so it wasn't a trap or that kind of danger. There was just something about this car that seemed different from other cars. She continued her caressing circuit, occasionally flashing Dean a lascivious smile, while inspecting the vehicle.
"Whoa!" Dean exclaimed in the midst of his own inspection. "This thing is solar and electrical powered!"
It clicked what was wrong. The jeep didn't have a gas tank – and Dean had just discovered why.