Disclaimer: I only own Angela, Spencer and their family. Everything else that you recognize, not mine.
One
The silence was always suffocating, and the need to tap against the steering wheel increased with each passing moment but I couldn't think of a reason to fill the silence. Even if it was bothering me. I wanted to turn on the radio, hear some upbeat pop tune that would keep me company as I sped down the highway, make me bob my head and sing loudly in an embarrassing fashion that would make other driver gape at me through their windows but I just wasn't in the mood.
And my radio wasn't picking up anything but religious preaching and a bad rap station that would add in a country song every so often. My options were very limited as far as music came. I did have another option but it was currently glaring at me from the back seat, eyes burning holes in the back of my head as I chose not to look back or initiate conversation with the thorn in my side.
"You can't ignore me forever," a male voice taunts as if sensing I was thinking about him. I glance up in the review mirror locking eyes with my twin brother for a moment before returning my gaze to the endless highway and Nevada desert in front of me.
"I can try," I growl tightening my grip on the steering wheel of our black Jeep wanting nothing more then to find a pothole and send that smarts flying out of the backseat. Would probably teach him to wear a seat-belt.
"I thought you were going to die!" he defends himself making me slam on the breaks in the middle of the road. I feel his body hit the back of my seat and a crunch as his nose cracks on impact, whirling around I now my eyes were blazing with anger and there wasn't anything he could say that would sooth it.
"Dammit, Angela! Is it so bad that I didn't want my sister to die! You were just laying in that bed they didn't think you were going to wake up! What was I suppose to do?"
"Have some patience and let me wake up naturally like I did, not run off looking to make some cross-roads deal. Do you know how close you came to loosing your soul? How is that better then waiting at least twelve hours for me to wake up after being thrown into a tree by vampire? "
"I panicked, okay? They said you had too much swelling and they didn't think you would wake up!" he yells back at me. I roll my eyes before hitting the gas quickly feeling a smirk play on my lips as he thumps back into his seat.
"Do it again and I'll kill you myself" I warn him feeling my muscles relax slightly. I was angry, yeah. I mean I never wanted him to do something like that again, I didn't want him to sacrifice himself but he would probably do it again and there was no use in fighting over it now, still when we were trapped in the car.
"Ha, I knew you'd get over it!" he cheers, Spencer's foot now climbing over into the front passenger seat. His body trying to squeeze through the small area between the front seats.
"Don't push it, Spence," I order keeping my eyes on the road. We had a new hunt in Texas, and after getting out of the Washington hospital where ironically the nurses were actually nice, I was looking forward to the 37 hour drive to our next location. I had taken a scenic route, more to torture Spencer then anything but as I predicted he had taken about half way to crack. We hadn't even hit Arizona yet.
"We could stop in Vegas you know, have some fun for once" Spencer suggest putting his feet up on the dash shooting me a large grin.
"What a possible vengeful sprite isn't fun enough for you?" I tease speeding up even more.
"Live a litter sis, you're going to get old prematurely."
"Cause saving your ass all the time doesn't do that at all" I retort sarcastically as his laughter fills the car. I'd never not miss living at home with my mother and father but protecting people, protecting them, and with my brother by my side. There wasn't much that could change my mind about the life I lead.
"Ah, diner food; the life of a hunter. I think we should swing by Vermont soon. You know see the parental unit, have some of Mom's cooking, sleep in a bed that hasn't seen a hooker in the past week." I suggest to my brother pulling my brown and blond hair back into a messy bun on the top of my head. Grabbing some sun glasses from the dash I put them on before jumping out of the Jeep towards the diner in Richardson, Texas.
"You don't simply swing by Vermont from Texas, so unless you plan to drive…" Spencer trails off bringing his sunglasses down from his head. I smack him in the back of the head affectionately before giving his brown hair a ruffle.
"Alright, I get it we'll wait until we're closer. You e-mailed them when we stopped last night though didn't you?" I question knowing my twin was probably rolling his eyes.
"I did, told them where we were going and what we thought we were up against. They're back from the hunt they went on in Canada. Just a small haunting, you know he'd only bring Mom if it was a small job of course" he laughs opening the door to the dinner and letting me walk in a head of him.
I look around for a table only for my eyes to lock with a pair of green eyes, stopping me in my place. I knew those eyes only, I hadn't expected to see them again.
"Mom mentioned that she had some books for us to take with us next time we stop by and…" Spencer continues to babble sitting down in a nearby booth while I tried to tear my eyes away from the familiar depths of green. I was torn, torn between going over to smack him in the face and rushing over like a woman possessed and jumping into his arms only to stay there for the next ten years.
"Ange?" Spencer questions finally forcing me to tear my eyes away from the eldest Winchester. "Sorry, spaced out. What did Mom say she left?" I ask rushing to sit down; my complicated relationships could wait until later.
"Books," Spencer frowns at me suspiciously before looking behind me a smile taking over his face. "Hey! Could we get… a club special and a veggie burger. Two cola's and fries to share?" he questions the server, she nods at him before spinning on her hair leaving us with a flirtatious smile.
"Can you not do that?" I laugh as he grins after the teen knowing that he could easily land himself in a whole world of trouble.
"What? If I let you order we're more likely to bed up with spit in our food."
"So, builds up your immunities" I defend crossing my arms over my chest.
"Like a cold would ever infect you, you'd just smack it over the head and tell it to take a hike." Spencer scoffs rolling his eyes. I shrug giving him a grin before watching his eyes travel to a spot just beside me the smile dropping off his face.
"Winchester, didn't see you there".
Great.
