I made my way back to the bar, but stopped mid-step when I saw Dean slip something in the blonde's shirt. He really could be an arrogant ass. I scoffed and called out- not even bothering to be quiet.
"I'm going to be in the car, whenever you're done messing around." I tried so hard to keep my voice from cracking.
"Wait, are you sure? Here, you'll need the keys." Wow, he didn't even bother asking anything else. He reached in his pocket, and his brows knitted in confusion. I smiled smugly and raised the keys.
"I have them. You really should be more observant." I shot one last glare at the blonde, before turning and walking towards the door. I smirked when I heard Ray's laughter in the background.
Once outside, I leaned against the Impala and let the cool air run by my face. I breathed heavily and tried to ignore the painful sensation in my chest. Laughing, I shook my head and brought my hand up to my forehead. Great. Now I was the one acting like a child. I unlocked the backseat door and slid in. Laying down, I thought back to the haunting figure I saw at the motel.
Those eyes. They were definitely not just a figment of my imagination. The malicious humor in them was too real. I breathed out shakily and closed my eyes. He could not be back. I'd rather taken on any other demon, than him. I covered my eyes with my arm and tried to make my mind go blank.
I jolted upright when there was a tapping on the window, and tried to calm my racing heart when I saw Dean looking back at me. There was no way I could let myself be this paranoid around the others. Dean opened the door and slipped in. He looked back at me and smirked.
"What happened Ly? Did I scare you? You really should be more observant." He winked at me and my heart rate picked up again. Damn it!
"Oh haha." I sulked back in the seat and looked out the window. I tried ignoring it, but there was something nagging at me in the back of my head. There was something that I wanted to ask Dean, but I was scared of finding out the answer.
"So, who were you talking to?" Bewildered, I looked back at Dean, but he evaded my glance and shifted awkwardly in his seat.
"What?"
"You know, that shady-ass guy you were talking to." I felt my heart skip a beat. He noticed?
"Oh, you mean Ray."
"He told you his name?" Dean's accusing tone caused my stomach to turn, and I had to hold myself back from talking to harshly."
"You asked for the blonde's name."
"Yeah, but for questioning reasons."
"Maybe I was questioning Ray too."
"Were you?" I scoffed incredulously and crossed my arms.
"Were you really talking to Celeste when you stuck something in her boobs?" We both knew we had gone too far when nothing but the agonizingly awkward silence could be heard. I frowned as guilt settled in the pit of my stomach, but I froze when our eyes met in the rearview mirror.
His alluring green gaze held mine in an iron grip, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to look away. His gaze looked through my masquerade, and looked into the deepest part of myself that I kept locked down. I shut my eyes tightly and laid back down. I couldn't let my guard down around anyone, especially not Dean.
"Ok, i'm sorry. Can we go back to the motel? Please?" Dean sighed heavily and turned in his seat.
"Well that's going to be a bit difficult Ly, 'cause I need the keys to start my baby." I smiled weakly and held out the keys. I inhaled sharply when his warm hand lingered on mine for longer than necessary. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding in when the sound of the Impala purring to life drowned out my worries.
The rest of the ride back to the motel was filled with silence, and I dreaded it. Why did Dean care so much with who I talking to, and over what we were talking about? Could it be? Was there even the slightest possibility that it was, jealousy? I laughed silently and shook my head. Don't be stupid. There was no way he felt like that towards me. I sighed painfully and covered my eyes once again with my arm. No way at all.