Chapter Fourteen
Dean stood next to Delia at the hospital's front desk. He had whined, griped, threatened, shouted; anything he could think of to dissuade Delia from leaving with them. He had insisted and was currently signing the discharge papers. In a flash, an idea hit him; he turned to her and said, "Well I can see when I'm beat. I'll go find Sam; he should have pulled the car around front by now." He grabbed her bag from between her feet. "I'll just take this out to the car then. See you outside." He walked out the front door, and she could see him looking around the parking lot.
She stood there in shock, mouth gaping slightly, at a loss for what to say or do. Since when was he so damned helpful? He'd done nothing but snipe at her about leaving, and now he was taking her things out to the car. Thinking for a moment longer, a thought struck her, aloud she said, "Well that slimy son of a bitch!" If he thinks he's getting away with that, then he's a bigger idiot than I thought." She rushed for the door, and ran into the middle of the parking lot. She saw the car coming toward her, toward the only exit. Through the window she could see Dean shouting at Sam and making wild hand gestures; Sam looked pensive for a moment and continued barreling toward her. She grinned; so it was going to be a game of chicken eh?! Delia stood her ground, glaring at the both of them. Finally, she heard the squeal of brakes as Sam stopped the car. Even with the windows up, she could hear Dean cursing her thoroughly.
He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. "Damn it, damn it! You were supposed to be longer than that. We so would have gotten out of here without you." He opened the door for her, still cursing under his breath.
Once in the car she waited patiently for Dean to get back in, she grabbed her bag and whacked them both on the head with it. "That's for trying to leave me behind." She whacked Dean a second time, "And that's for trying to leave me here without me belongings." She winced a little and clutched at her side, moving that fast was still a little painful. "If that didn't hurt so badly, I would whoop your asses even worse."
Sam rubbed the back of his head, grinned and turned slightly to look at her in the rearview mirror. "Where exactly are we headed anyway? Do you know where we can find Tony?"
"Not exactly. He's always kind of kept to himself. But we do need to stop be my car first." Both boys perked up a little and nodded. "Don't even consider it. We're leaving my car there; I just want to grab some of my favorite weapons." They slumped again, and she giggled. They'd get used to this eventually. Maybe working with these two wouldn't be so bad after all. Oh god, what kind of thought was that? She had to be delirious, yes that was it, to even think about working with a team. She shook her head hard to clear it of these unsettling thoughts and laid her head back to hopefully catch a little nap.