Wrong turn
"Dean, this is Carla, Rebecca, and Claire. Guys this is Dean."
"Hi everyone said at once.
"I thought there was two of them."
"Yea well Sam's sleeping, so what's the plan?"
"Oh we don't no, we thought we'd wing it."
"Wing it? You know I told you not to come in the first place. We have things to do and you want me to stop it because you want me to hang out and do nothing that you had planned for us to do."
"Did that make sense?" Dean looked at her confused."
"Oh yea we know you have things to do, that's why the other brother is sleeping." Claire commented in a dirty way. Deans eyes shot open, "Woah now, in my brothers dreams. So uh what's there to do here?"
"Not much. What are you in the mood to do?"
Knowing full well what Dean was thinking Jill neared closer to him pinching his side.
"Lets go play handball at CSI."
"I haven't played handball in years."
"Well is that a yes or a no?"
"That would be... a yes, I'll still kick your ass."
"Well meet us there."
Jill and Dean separated from the others making there way over to her car.
"What was that for?" Dean asked angered. "I didn't do anything."
"You were thinking it."
"Now that they're gone we can continue our conversation."
"There's nothing to discuss, I cant remember my dream." In fact she did remember it, but was hoping it was just a nightmare.
"Okay then what happened earlier?"
"Earlier?"
"Jill! Stop playing games and tell me what happened."
"I don't know what happened Dean, We can discuss it later."
"Your going to have to tell us eventually."
"Yea well for now can you lay off on hitting on my friends. Imma have to hear it later about running off on a road trip with a pig."
"I cant promise you that."
"You suck."
"From what your friends think your the one that sucks, pretty good to."
"Bite me."
"With pleasure."
"Yea well with how fast my friends asked for the other brother they mustn't have been to impressed seeing you."
"Suck it."
"Whip it out."
"Really?"
"Really"
"Alright." Dean unbuckled his belt and began unzipping his pants.
"Okay okay you win. " Jill said leaning over and zipping his pants. "Jeez and you call me literal." Dean let out a soft chuckle of achievement.
"I love this street," Jill said randomly. "It's always so empty. Lets see how fast this baby can go."
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
Stepping harder on the gas the car picked up speed. Narrowing her eyes on the road in front of her she recalled racing her brother back when she first got the car, how proud she was when she beat him and how much she cried when the cops locked her up for the night, until another flash went off. Blinking wildly she looked over at the passenger seat, Dean was no longer there.
"Dean!" focusing back on the road she slammed on the brakes at the sight of the dark figure, sending the car spinning. When the car came to a halt another flash went off.
"JILL! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jill fiercely turned toward him with her mouth ajar.
"Get the fuck out the car. I'm driving."
Dean leaned over her opening the door and shoving her out.
"What were you trying to do? Kill us? What is going on with you?"
"I don't know." She began sobbing, afraid of what was going on.
"Call your friends and tell them something popped up. I'm taking you back to the motel."
"Yeah I think that would be a good idea,.. Dean?"
"What?" He sat her in the passenger seat buckling her seat belt.
"I want to go home."
"You are home."
"No my house Dean I want to go home."
"After you get some rest."
"Please Dean. I'd feel safer. My brother's there."
"Your brothers dead Jill, we're going back to the motel and your getting some rest."
As soon as Dean started up the car, Jill placed her hand in his, locking their finger together. Jill wasn't the emotional type, as a matter of fact she hated chick flick moments just as much as Dean, for her to grab his hand ever so tightly with out with out so much as a glance to work with was her way of stating she was afraid... but of what Dean didn't know.
"Don't let me go... I don't want to lose you again." She asked referring to how he disappeared lest time.
Again? he thought. With out questioning her statement he stepped on the gas and made a U turn back to where they came from. "I wont" he promised tightening their grip
