E/O challenge. WOW: Travel.
Word Count: 100
Summary: At least it's no plane, but Dean doesn't like either his companions or the vehicle on this hunt.
"Aw come on, you've gotta be kidding," Dean moaned, darting one last glance to the Impala.
"Dean, we talked about it. There's no other option," Sam urged, pushing his brother into the not-exactly-state-of-the-art-bus.
The busy chatter stopped. 40 pairs of eyes met the two men, devouring them.
In a rush 40 pairs of hands cramped their travel bags and woolen plaids in the overhead compartment to offer a seat.
Dean shuddered. "As if witches ain't bad enough," he growled. "Do they have to hide in a group of retirees?"
Sam chuckled. "Fair prospects to recruit some willing aspirants, I guess".