A/N: Kelly's POV. Takes place in chapter 34 of CitC.
Chapter 28: Good Signs and Plans (Kelly's POV)
"Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly."
― Langston Hughes
I watched as Michelle headed into the room, and waited until the door closed behind her before turning back to face Dean. He was leaning against the Impala, watching the closed door intently. While I had watched to make sure Michelle actually made it inside safely, Dean seemed to be watching out of worry for Sam. He caught me looking at him, pulling his attention away from the motel door. "Doesn't sound like anything is breaking. That's a good sign."
I grinned. "Breaking things wouldn't necessarily mean good thingsweren't happening."
Dean's expression flipped from brief confusion to raised eyebrows, "well damn. Should I get us a room?"
I stepped forward leaning into him for a brief kiss, "I wish I could say yes, but we've got a house full of people wondering what the hell happened today. Raincheck?"
Dean grumbled a fine and opened the passenger side door for me. As I climbed in, he leaned in and popped open the glove compartment, pulling out a box of tapes putting it in my lap, "pick something."
I looked from the box to him, surprised he trusted me to pick the music. I was, after all, shotgun. I took it as a sign of his good mood returning. I flipped through a few tapes, finding one labelled "Driving Mix 3". The handwriting didn't seem to match Sam or Dean's. Maybe John's? I realized then I had yet to see the real journal to know the handwriting and made a mental note to try to get a peek at it. Dean climbed in the driver's side and I passed him the tape once he started the car. Bob Seger came over the speakers as we started our drive.
"I know you want to get back to the house, but I'm starving. Let's stop by the diner, we can grab take out."
"Uh, can we go to the pizza place instead?"
"Sure. Figured the diner you might get a discount though?" He looked from the road to me puzzled.
"Yeah, about that. I kind of got fired."
"Fired?"
"Yup, apparently I'm unreliable." Dean shot me another confused look. "I missed some shifts picking up vessels, and then more when you were at Bobby's. Didn't matter that I pulled doubles regularly and on short notice. Anyway, the guys have been bringing in enough hustling at poker."
"They've been what?"
Shit. I forgot to mention that to Dean. He likely wouldn't love to know the vampires were running about unsupervised. "Yeah, Gambit and Spike mostly, sometimes Eric. Anyway, it's more than enough to cover our expenses. Plus, I need to be home more. I need to train and I need to be around for Michelle. I didn't realize how bad things had gotten."
"You know she's a big girl right?"
"You know Sam's a big boy right? Doesn't stop you worrying."
I reached over holding his hand. We both lapsed into silence for the rest of the ride to the pizza place.
We were on our way back to the house, the smell of pizza filling the car, and Dean singing along to the music. I was happy to see him in such a good mood and decided to capitalize on it. "I had an idea. We should all go out tonight. That bar in town. I think we could all use the break. I also think Michelle needs to get out more, get used to crowds."
"Who do you mean when you say "all"?"
"Anyone of age who wants to go?"
"You know what? Why the hell not. We've got zero leads on Michael or Lucifer and no cases to hunt right now. We deserve it. Also, if it's your idea, maybe Sammy will actually go along with it."
"Well, I'm not giving Michelle a choice, so as long as that apology went well, it may be just what they both need too."
Dean smiled and pulled me over to sit next to him for the rest of the drive. Good mood indeed.
