I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong.- Stephanie Brown (New Earth)
The Winchesters throw the tentative plan into shit seconds after he says it. Dean nearly tackles him, and Sam does when Jason sidesteps his brother. Jason yells and brings the gun up to cold-cock Sam, but Dean, recovered, tries to grab it.
The gun goes of twice into the air while their rolling around and there was a screech of a motorcycle turning around, far off into the distance. Jason snarls, twists, and knees Sam in the solar plexus, and Sam groans and rolls off Jason. Now, it's only Dean and Jason for a precious few seconds, and they're very evenly matched.
Dean grins. "Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
Jason groans. "That was a shitty movie," he says, and tackles Dean.
Jason would be the first to tell you that knowing martial arts doesn't mean shit when you're trying to win a fight. And with them both on the ground, Jason punches Dean in the face. Dean bucks him off, stands, and kicks him like he's playing football.
Stephanie pulls back up with her obnoxiously bright motorcycle. "Need a hand?" She asks, kicking the kickstand down and standing on the seat. She's eyeing Sam in a way that Jason's grateful that it's not him.
"It'd be nice," he retorts, grappling with Dean.
Stephanie jumps from her motorcycle onto Sam's back. Jason takes the opportunity that it is and disengages from Dean while he goes to help his brother in getting off Stephanie. As soon as she sees him do that, she drops Sam and they run for their bikes. There's a tension in the air that he doesn't like, and he doesn't' feel like getting recognized again by the supernatural.
They only stick around long enough to see a familiar trench coat and dawning realization before he goes to follow Stephanie.
Stephanie only taps her ear once he pulls up beside her, and holds up three fingers. She has a beauty of a bruise blooming on her face, and it's made more noticeable by her grin.
Jason turns on his com and drops back behind her.
"What was that all about?" Stephanie asks mildly.
"Pissing match," Jason replies curtly.
"What no thank you?" Stephanie mocks, "They know where Dick is, don't they? Don't lie to me."
"I would never," Jason protests, despite the fact that he totally, totally would with one hand on the bible and the other on something sacred of his. Like Vera, his precious. "And I'm not telling."
"You say that like you haven't given anything away," Stephanie continues blithely, "and so, therefore, they do, and lemme guess, you've been trying to scare it out of them."
Jason pouts. Stephanie starts to laugh.
"Oh, boyo," she snickers, "This simply won't do at all. I think you should call that favor in. Anyway, I'm coming along on your precious road trip."
"Fuck," Jason says flatly, and he doesn't pull off.
Stephanie starts to laugh again.
They pull off at the third motel they stumble across, and shove at each other playfully as they walk towards the front desk. The clerk looks bored and tired, and only raises a droopy thin eyebrow when they request two queens.
He shrugs and gives them a key. The room has a TV with shit reception and a suspicious stain on the ceiling that looks an awful lot like dried blood, but it's clan and that's really all either of them care about. Jason collapses on the bed closest to the door, while Stephanie slips into the bathroom to shower and change. He's asleep when she claims her own bed.
The next morning dawns with an ominous quiet, but there's no sign of the Winchesters or anyone else when they go to breakfast. Stephanie's wearing a Superman shirt that Jason dearly wants to burn.
"You should call your special little friend," Stephanie yawns, piling her plate high with waffles.
"I have," Jason says irritably, downing half his glass of orange juice. "It'd be stupid to call him out here and you know it."
"Only another A-."
"Shut the fuck up Stephanie," Jason snaps, his eyes trained on the door. He relaxes after a second.
"It's better than any elaborate plot and you know it, stupid," she drawls, and takes a big bite of waffle.
Jason snorted. "It'd make everything much more complicated Blondie, and you know it," he says, rolling his eyes.
As if on cue, the phone begins to ring. Jason hangs up without looking. The phone's silent for a minute and starts ringing again, this time louder than before. With a glare at Stephanie, Jason picks up.
"Todd."
"Boogley-Bear!"
"Oh, Jesus fuck, Scar," Jason groans.
Sasha snickered, "You have a blonde admirer, by the way."
Jason paled, "He'd talk to you?"
"No," Scarlet said after a beat, "No, but he smirked at me and went into a-a," she struggled for a minute, searching for the word. English wasn't her first language, no her second, "Restraint? No, restaurant."
"Which- never mind. Sash, you gotta call me if you see him again. He's a creeper and no the god kind."
"There's a good kind?"
"You've met Timmy," Jason says dryly, and hangs up.
"I'm not sure if I should be offended on his behalf," Stephanie muses, and takes a big bite of waffle. Jason rolls his eyes and gets up to get coffee.