Chapter 7
A cornfield behind a diner and fifty yards away from a barn wasn't the most romantic place Renee and Dean have had sex; But Dean wasn't exactly in the mood to be all "lovey dovey." "Hurry up!" Was the only thing Dean said to Renee as he pulled her deeper into the cornfield, before propping her on her hands and knees and proceeding to... Well, you get it.
A few more quick pumps and a load groan and Dean collapsed into the dirt next to Renee. Renee slowly pulled her pants back over her exposed backside and knelt beside Dean; Her face was caked in dirt from being forced to the ground and a small cut had formed on her bottom lip. "I'm gonna kill you." Renee poked at her cut with her tongue, tasting stale copper as it slowly healed itself.
Dean chuckled breathlessly. "I'm good with that." He kept his eyes closed but knew Renee was glaring down at him.
"What the fuck has gotten into you?"
Dean flinched at the aggression in Renee's voice. "Me? What's gotten into you?"
"Well, for starters: My boyfriend just shoved my face into the dirt and fucked me," Renee paused when Dean started to laugh. "Oh, it's funny to you?"
Dean shook his head and stopped laughing. "No, you just sound so funny when you swear."
"Fuck you."
Dean started to laugh again, making Renee slap him in the chest. "Jesus Christ, since when do you hate spontaneous sex?"
"Since it started involving me getting dragged out of a diner in front of a dozen strangers and getting my face shoved in the dirt."
Dean rolled his eyes and propped himself onto his elbows. "Jeez, lighten up a little."
"Fuck you, asshole."
"Look I'm sorry alright?" Dean sighed. "I just..."
"What?"
Dean shook his head. "Nothing... Forget it."
"No, you better tell me now."
"No."
"Dean Alexander Ambrose."
Dean raised his eyebrow at Renee; her tone of voice meant she was serious, but the sparkle in her eye showed she was more worried than angry. He knew this moment was bound to happen sooner than later- sorta hoped it would've been later- but it was time. "I got mad when Roman mentioned my dad..." He shook his head and sighed. "And you and Paige adding to it didn't exactly calm me down."
Renee sat back and crossed her legs. "I know your dad left you when you were little. I'm sorry I kept pushing you."
"It's not just that," Dean sighed. "You know that biker I was talking to?"
Renee nodded her head.
"That's my Uncle Charlie; he was my dad's brother."
"Oh." Renee raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I didn't know you had an uncle."
"Neither did I until after my dad..." Dean sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "Died."
"Baby..."
"No, I think it's time I tell ya," Dean chuckled slightly, but didn't do much to hide the tears forming in his eyes. "It doesn't justify me being a douche, but I like to pretend it does."
Renee gently took Dean's hand in hers. "You don't have to."
Dean nodded his head. "Yeah, I do."
Renee watched as Dean took a deep breath and rub nervously at his chin.
"I uh, lost my dad when I was around four. The only thing I remember about him is this place and the Kitchen Sink omelette and the Triple Bacon Deluxe; they were his favorite. When I was thirteen, Charlie visited me and filled me in on some things: Like how my dad was, what kind of person he was, what kinda shit he was into. It took be by surprise, I wasn't expecting anyone to do that. My mom never talked about him, and whenever I would ask Todd would just flip out at me." Dean shook his head. "Long story short: He was out riding his motorcycle with Charlie when a car ran a red light," Dean smirked at the look of shock on Renee's face. "He hit the left side of the car, bounced off the hood and skidded for like half a mile."
"Holy fuck."
"Yeah," Dean chuckled quietly. "It wasn't pretty. That's why I'm not too open about talking about him; I'm not depressed, I'm just sorta bummed out I never got to really know him, ya know? He was into a lot of the same stuff I was in, he played football too," Dean chuckled again. "He was into blonde chicks too."
Renee giggled and gently squeezed Dean's hand.
"I have his old motorcycle at the trailer; I never rode it, I felt like it would be tarnishing his legacy if I did." Dean glanced back at Renee. "Now you know."
Renee lunged at Dean and wrapped him in a loving embrace. "I love you, baby."
Dean hugged Renee back and sighed. "I love you too."
"And hey," Renee sat back and smirked. "I think you'd look badass riding a motorcycle."
Dean chuckled. "Yeah? Charlie said he'd help me fix my dad's bike but I never told him I already did."
"Wait, really?" Renee's face lit up. "Tell Roman to take you back to your house to go get it; You can pull into Homecoming like a badass."
Dean smiled. "You think so?"
"Absolutely, people would be so jealous of me," Renee smirked and kissed Dean. "My boyfriend, the cool guy on a motorcycle."
Dean rolled his eyes. "I cannot wait to see your dad's reaction to that."
"He already doesn't like you so who cares?"
"Fair enough."
Renee giggled and dove back into Dean's arms; Dean smiled and held her tight.
"Any luck?" Paige and Roman were sitting in his truck, trying to get a hold of Dean and Renee and try to figure out where they ran off to.
"Nope." Roman glared at his phone when he was sent to voicemail again.
"There!" Paige pointed towards the cornfield where Dean and Renee were walking. "What's all over her face?"
Roman snickered at her comment.
"You are a child." Paige said with a chuckle.
Dean opened the back door and helped Renee into the backseat before jumping in himself. "Can ya take me back to my house? I need to pick up a few things."
Roman nodded his head. "Yeah, sure. Everything ok?"
"Yeah, we're good."
Roman shifted his gaze to Renee. "Why's she covered in dirt?"
"I beat her up," Dean nodded his head. "Tried burying her but she's a tough one."
Renee shook her head and rolled her eyes. "He fucked me..." She leaned over the front seat. "Hard." She said with a laugh when Dean pulled her back to his side.
"Jesus." Roman chuckled as he started the truck.
"Ok, now no matter what happens: Renee does not leave the truck." Dean instructed Roman when he stopped in front of his trailer.
"Please don't kill anyone." Renee begged Dean.
"Can't promise that." Dean said with a chuckle before kissing Renee and hoping out of the truck.
Roman, Paige, and Renee watched as Dean crossed his front lawn towards his trailer. Todd emerged from the trailer and attempted to confront Dean, but was met with a stiff left hook when Dean approached him.
"Oh, shit." Roman laughed when Todd fell to the ground and Dean disappeared into the trailer.
"Such a tough guy." Paige said, smiling and shaking her head.
"My tough guy." Renee said, biting her bottom lip.
Dean then reemerged from the trailer with his mother close behind him. Dean paused and kicked Todd in the ribs and continued walking towards the side of the trailer.
"What's he doing?" Paige asked.
Dean removed a tarp from a covered up motorcycle. Renee gasped in surprise at the reveal of his dad's old bike. Dean pulled out his phone and pressed it to his ear.
Renee's phone started to ring. "Hello?"
"Tell Roman to follow me, ok?"
"Yeah, sure," Renee hung up the phone. "Dean said to follow him."
"He's not riding that thing, is he?" The trio watched as Dean flung his duffel bag over his shoulder and hoped onto the motorcycle. He revved the engine a few times before speeding past Roman's truck and onto the highway.
"Crazy mother fucker." Roman chuckled as he began to follow Dean.
"Crazy me fucker." Renee said with a smile.
