EDITING. im grown now and though my 14 year old self wasnt completely stupid- she was not SMART ykwim? Ill be fixing this periodically- ik the fandom is basically dead now BUT IM NOT so im gonna make this better for all u needy desperate mfs that st...
"Now, i dont mean to rush shit along, but i think its time we get out of town." Dean whispered in her ear. "We're fake FBI agents sweetheart. They'll Figure that out eventually."
__ groaned and hobbled forward with a nod. "Lets kick it then and go."
*** [A/N: i sure am using a lot of of asterisks...sorry.]
She laid against the door on the passenger side of the back seat, her boot elevated on the seat. __ closed her eyes and just relaxed, shifting only when Dean happened to ride over a bump. Right now they were heading to Bobbys house
[A/N: I MISS HIM OKAY]
and would relax there for a bit until __s foot healed.
The boys chatted up front, arguing over what bands were the best and why they were. __ smiled to herself. 'i could get used to this' She thought. 'no damnit. You work alone. you cant depend on others.' She let out an inwards groan and shook her head. But...why did she have to work alone? She could obviously trust them, after all, they risked their lives to save her. Son of a bitch she had a lot of thinking to do before the question came up.
"Hey!" Sam shouted, and __ was pulled from her thoughts.
"What?" She glared-there was no need to yell- and pouted.
"Ive been calling your name. What do you want to eat?" Sam stuck his tongue out at her.
"Oh. Uh...im not very hungry actually. I could just use a water." She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the flaring pain of her foot. She wished she had one of them morphine pouches and buttons so she could instantly relieve herself of the pain.
"Im just going to get you pizza." Sam mumbled under his breath. He hopped out of the passenger seat and strolled into the gas station while dead [A/N: Ow. this spelling error though. ]Dean got out to fill the tank. __ watched him intently as he shrugged off her jacket and toyed with the machine before grabbing the nozzle and filling the tank up.
__ greatly appreciated the fact that he chose to wear a skin tight-ish black shirt today. He looked damn good in it. His back muscles ripples as he stretched her arms out to rid the creakiness of his bones.
Jesus christ __ get a grip! Youre not a high school boy crazy, hormonal girl. Youre a hunter...
with fabulous taste in guys because i mean, damn.
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"You done starin yet?" Dean smirked. Oh fuck, good job genius.
"I wasnt staring. I happened to just glance out the window, is that such a crime?" She raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms. Dean laughed.
"Sure sweetheart, whatever you say." He pulled the nozzle out and paid the money due, then returned to his seat in front of the wheel. "So that nurse thought we were together...why didnt ya correct her?"
__ shrugged with a faint blush dusting her cheeks. " Wasnt important, ya know? I didnt think it would bother you much, and i was in pain and not really in the mood to argue," She lied easily." Why, upset that i lied?"
Dean mumbled something, but before __ could ask what he said, Sam walked out of the gas station with a few plastic bags of...well who knows. She sighed and sat back against the door, taking her food from Sam with a small thank you, then set it down on the floor beside her and shut her eyes. What had dean started to say?
*** [A/N: man ive used these a lot. im so sorry]
Deans P.O.V
"Why, upset that i lied?"
"Upset it was a lie." He muttered back incoherently. Before she could ask what it is he said, Sam walked out of the station and threw Deans bag of unhealthy garbage at him, then handed __ the bag that had her food.
"Dean...How are you supposed to tell her that within the next few months youre dying?" Sam whispered so that Dean could just barley hear.
Dean didnt answer, and instead angrily stabbed a plastic fork into the half pie Sam had got him, stuffing his face and turning the car on.
"Wow, princess. Watch the anger there." __ said with a smirk laced in. Sure enough, as Dean checked in the rear view mirror, she was smirking, and winked at him before pulling the chocolate chip cookie Sam bought out of her plastic bag. She munched happily, and Dean smiled at the innocence she displayed. If he didnt know her, he would assume she couldnt even yell, let alone stab him through the chest with a jagged hunting knife.
All jokes aside though, he was glad she could take care of herself, considering he wouldnt be there for her when he did get dragged to hell.
"Hey __" his mouth moved on its own.
"Yes?" She tilted her head in confusion.
'tell her damnit. Tell her you-'
"Better not dirty up my seats." He winked at her, then pulled out of the gas station and continued on the long drive to Bobbys place.
