Dean's head turned, trying to search for the location of whomever called his name. They call it again and again as he blindly follows the voice. Once the boy made his way down the parking lot, he was able to make out who it was. Unsuccessfully shielding his eyes from the rain, using his left hand, made his way to the boy's window. Dean was just about to open his mouth to speak but was cut off before anything came out.
"Get in." The boy says rather plainly. Dean nods and quickly scrambled to the other side of the car. Once the door was shut the two boys looked at each with with opposite expressions. One giving a stabbing glare, and the other terrified.
"Hey, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." Dean manages to say, knowing how much the kid hates him. He watched as the boy takes a deep breath before responding.
"Already did." He exhaled. Once the car was on the road he couldn't help but get distracted every few seconds by Dean. Thankfully he wasn't paying attention and watched the world pass by.
"Why did you do this?" Dean's voice shown a bit more fear than he'd intended to. Another deep exhale came from the drivers seat.
"Why'd you get in?" An eye brow raised from the driver as he spoke. Although his voice plain and empty, still gives off harsh tones. Now it was Dean's turn to take a painful inhale before answering.
"You didn't answer my question..." Frustrated as all hell, he still managed to keep his voice soft enough to avoid making things worse.
"You didn't answer mine either." The boy was basically just testing Deans limits at this point. Not sure why, but he continued to push his buttons.
"What-?" Dean shook his head in complete confusion. "I asked first." The driver suddenly became very uncomfortable at that. But of course he wouldn't let that show and instead came up with a lie.
"I did this because the group would've got mad if I had left you in the rain." Truth is, the rest of the group would care less. It's just rain after all, they're not scared of it. Dean snorts and smiles, causing the boy even more discomfort. "What?"
"Liar." Is all Dean replies with before glaring out the window. He knows even the boy's closest friends are intimidated by him. So the fact that someone would approach him just to nag at him for something so small is very unlikely.
Silence joins the conversation as the two boys refuse to make eye contact. Violent spits of rain meet every window so hard, Dean wouldn't be surprised if they'd somehow driven into a lake.
