A/N: I know, I know. I should be working on you're all i have, I'll wait here for you and Soul Echo. And all the other stuff. And I know it's incredibly short, but the next chapter will be longer. Promise.

We keep standing still.

by freakiin ruby

Ruby's pissed off and her knees hurt and the fucking driver of the fucking car that just fucking hit her is fucking annoying. Oh yeah. Because he's Dean Winchester. And he thinks he's special, but really, he's just one of those guys you who you wanna punch in the face everytime you see their dumb smirk.

"Ow!" She yells at him as soon as he gets out of his stupid black car.

"Are you crazy, woman?!" He yells back, not recognizing her as the blonde curls still cover almost her whole face. She tries to control the color of her eyes, because she's in public in the middle of a busy street.

"Does your car even have breaks, or does it always just stop when you hit something?"

He sighs, when realising who she is, and cocks his head a little. "Ruby."

"Dean." She knows the look in his eyes tell her that he wants to shoot her and she knows he won't because two fighting people in the middle of the road isn't something you just walk past.

"Don't hurt my car, woman."

She growls, rolling her blue-green eyes. "It's not like the scratches even are on your car, they're more like all over my jeans." Frustrated, she point at her bruised, dirty skin and the ruined, bloody jeans.

"Hey, normal people don't just cross the road like this!"

She laughs, just before she lets the black pop into her eyes. "Ooh. Right. I'm normal." The icy wind makes her freeze, that's why she covers her chest with her crossed arms. He's got no idea how much she wants to be normal. Oh, how she'd love to have an apartment to go to, where she could watch bad horror-movie remakes to a plate of fries.

Why is this guy so incredibly dumb? Everytime they meet, it ends up like this. Both of them standing around, useless, in pain and totally pissed.

Ruby would've told Dean that if that fucking police officer hadn't seen them, and commanded her to get 'back' into the car, obviously asuming she was Dean's girlfriend. He even ignored Ruby's apalled gasp. And Dean ignored her second one, when just drove off.

"Hey!" She yells. "You can't just drive me around like you want to!"

The "Hell yeah, just watch me, sugar." only earns him a slap in the head from Ruby.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy bi-" Before he can finish his complaining, she punches him again.

"Don't call me bitch." She growls.

"That's it, smartmouth." He growls back, before slamming the breaks. "You. Out. Right now."

Ruby gives him a sarcastic, teethless grin. "Gladly."

But when she tris to open the door, it won't. Frustrated, she jiggles handle.

She yells at Dean again. "Open the door, you dumb-"

"It is open damn it!"

"No it isn't." Aprubtly, she turns around again, just to immediately jump, when having his face so damn close to hers.

Dean rolls his eyes, wants to get out himself, and ends up with angrily shaking the handle, too.

"What the fuck did you do, black-eye?!" He complains.

"That wasn't me, jackass, do you think I wanna stay in here?!"

He grins, and this grin tells her he's about to say something worth punching him. Again. "I think it's because I'm just so irresistable."

"Hey, you want me to break your nose?" She crosses her arms looking away, pissed.

He continues driving again. "Whoa, were are we going?" Ruby complains.

"I'm finding a parking lot where we can park the car without honking cars constantly driving past us. And maybe somewhere were I can get food."

Ruby grunts. "You can't get food when you're trapped in a car, idiot."

He sighs. "Oh great. I'm gonna starve to death, with you."

"You think I feel better?"

He yawns. "Hell, I'm tired."

"I'm tired of you." Ruby hasn't moved, still stares out of the window with her arms crossed.

They drive in silence for a few minutes, before she breaks it. "Could you turn the heat up? It's icy."

"No, I can't." His lips form that dirty grin again. "You could take my jacket, though."

Ruby laughs, slightly irritated. "Ew. I bet it's all sweaty and stinking."

"Hey! No insults."

She turns to face him, with the back of her head leaned against the window. "That's not an insult, honey, it's a fact."

He takes off his jacket in response. "You wanna try?"

"Stop. Right there." Ruby shakes her head, but does take it. Because she really might freeze to death in that Impala. Or at least her meatsuit might.

"Ruby. When trapped in this car, we might as well learn to get along with each other."

She wraps herself into the not sweaty, not stinking leather. But hell, she's not going to admit that the fabric actually kind of smells good. "I guess."