Dean and I are somewhere between Sunnydale (thank God) and the east coast. I honestly don't even know, I haven't been paying attention to road signs.
One thing that has been bothering me though is that this is really the first job we've had where we have left without finishing it. The vampires are still there, and we only killed two. Hell, we barely got out of that jam! Dean is still holding his side when he thinks I'm not looking. Last night, when he thought I was asleep, he just sat there on his bed pushing against his gash, and I swear there was a look of serious pain on his face. (I know you're going to deny it Dean, but don't even try to convince me otherwise)
I was talking to a friend from Stanford last night via email, and he was saying that Jess' family was asking where I've been lately. They wanted me to see if there was anything I wanted that was salvaged from the fire. . . I just can't go back there. Not now. Not till this is finished.