More than a Memory

Chapter 8

"Ouch," Claire said and flinched as though she had been hit. "What a bitch. Hopefully ya killed her?"

Dean shook his head, "Wanted to. Damn, I wanted to, but Mick took her to Ketch before we could even get our hands on her. That fuckin' bitch would be burnt and six feet under if we had our way. So would all of them."

"And you said Sam and your mom, who I thought was dead, are part of 'em now?" Claire asked, scratching her head in confusion.

"I know, I don't get it either. I got pissed at both of 'em, but that did me no good. As much as I hate to admit it," he paused and sighed. "I need Sammy and Mom in my life. They're all I got now, my brother who drank demon blood and hallucinated Lucifer, my mother who has been dead for over thirty years and is suddenly back and my boyfriend who is free-willed and also an angel." Dean chuckled at the end and shook his head.

Claire snorted and put her legs down on the floor, "Ya wanna talked 'bout fucked up families. My dad is sorta dead, I guess, but his body is a vessel for your boyfriend. Who the hell knows where my mom is. Alex still won't admit what we do," she motioned between the two of them. "Is real and tries to stay outta my life as much as she can. Jody still tries to mother me, even though I'm twenty," she was listing things on her fingers. She stopped and slapped her palm on the dashboard, causing Dean to flinch and warn her, "Oh, and the best part! I'm fallin' for a kid in some kind of weird coma."

"Well shit, I didn't know we were havin' a pissin' contest," Dean chuckled and looked over at her.

Claire shrugged her shoulders and looked out the windshield and groaned. Dean followed her eyes and made the same noise. "Damn traffic," they both grumbled as they began to come to a slower speed. With as flat as the highway was, Claire could see a few miles ahead, and that traffic was completely stopped. She couldn't see anything further as it curved around a hill.

"Well, we could get off at the next exit and try and swing 'round all of this," Dean said, thinking out loud.

Claire looked beside her to see a tandem tractor trailer, going about the same speed at them. There wasn't room to cut in front of the truck because of how slow the car in front of them was going. Claire looked behind her to see that they were stuck. She turned back around and looked at Dean, "Unless this thing can turn into the DeLorean or Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, we ain't gettin' off."

Dean looked in his rearview and side view mirrors and slapped the wheel, groaning. "I hate traffic," he whined.

Claire shrugged and rolled her window down some more as they crawled along, "Hey, you're the one that insisted we take the highway."

"Shudup, ya don't even know where you're goin'."

  Claire held up her index finger, "First unspoken rule of bein' a hunter; backroads are always quicker and safer."

Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath in a playful tone, "See, this is why I'm with a guy. Us guys don't nag."

Claire hit his arm, harder than before since they were going about ten miles per hour. The car barely drifted anywhere. "Hey, don't bitch 'cause you'd rather be stuck in traffic with your boyfriend."

"I just don't wanna be stuck in traffic," he groaned and rolled his window down the whole way.

"Ya just had to drive her home, instead of lettin' Cass bring us home with him," Claire teased again and finished off her bag of chips, throwing it out the window.

"Hey, Baby is important. She needs to be in the garage, where she belongs," Dean said, slowly caressing the dashboard in front of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I get out and walk a little so you two can have a minute alone?" Claire asked, reaching for the door handle.