"So glad you didn't change your mind overnight," Sam said as he opened the door to the bunker to let me in.
"I thought about it," I shrugged.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't," he smiled. "Ready for the grand tour?"
Sam showed me around the bunker, the extensive library, infirmary, shooting range, armory, kitchen, and bathrooms before stopping in front of a door with the number 15 on it. "This can be your room," he said before opening the door. "I'm right down this way in room 22 and Dean is over there in room 11. Jack's in room 23, he and Cas should be back this afternoon," he said as I walked into the room and sat my bags down on the bed.
"You haven't even shown her the best part, Sammy," Dean said as he leaned against the doorframe of my room. "Come on, let me show you where the real magic is." The bunker was a hunters dream, but the garage was something right out of my dreams. The moment the florescent lights hummed to life and showed me the wonders inside I was hooked and that smug look on Dean's face said he knew he found a way into my world. "It's a beauty isn't it?" he asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against the railing.
"These cars..." I trailed off before walking over to the classic 1956 Ford T-bird. I walked around it slowly, my fingers gently gliding along the smooth metal. The green color was definitely not my favorite, but the condition of the car was so impeccable, it was impossible to be mad at it. "I guess the Men of Letters were Ford guys," I smiled as I walked over to the midnight blue 1934 V8 Ford. "This is the same type of car Bonnie and Clyde died in," I mused, hearing Dean's footsteps coming up behind me.
"Wanna be the Bonnie to my Clyde?" His deep sing-song voice sent a shiver down my spine and I turned around to face him. He was leaning against the post closest to where I was, hands tucked into his back pockets, his eyebrows raised, and his full lips quirked at one side in an adorable grin.
"I don't feel like going out in a blaze of glory just yet. I still have some living to do." I chuckled before making my way over to look at the vintage motorcycles on the other side of the room.
"You can always park Diane in here," Dean said as he walked towards his Impala in the middle of the room. "I'm sure Baby wouldn't mind the company," he added as he leaned against the hood and gave it a caring rub.
"I may take you up on that offer," I grinned. "She could use a bath first. She's quite the dirty girl."
Dean coughed as if he had choked on air and I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my throat. "You can...ah...wash her in here," Dean said as he pointed over to an empty area that was equipped with a hose and drain. "The water pressure here is top notch. You'll get a nice wash."
"Good to know," I nodded, taking one last glance around the room and heading for the stairs back to the bunker.
"So why Diane?" Dean asked as he followed me back to the kitchen.
"I take it you aren't a Mellencamp fan?" I retorted as I grabbed two beers from the fridge.
"You're kidding, right?" Dean laughed, "Is your whole life a joke?"
"It was my Dad's favorite song, asshole," I replied with a death-glare. "But thanks for that," I said, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. I slammed the open beer I had gotten him down on the counter in front of him. It immediately started foaming and I walked away as Dean scrambled to put the beer to his lips before there was a huge mess.
"Jackie," Sam's voice asked through my locked room door.
"Hey," I said as I opened the door. "Oh, Hi there," I said to the teenage boy standing at Sam's side.
"Hi, I'm Jack," he smiled widely. "You are Jackie?"
"I am," I smiled back to the enthusiastic young man. "Nice to meet you, Jack." I stuck my hand out for him to shake and he took it quickly, shaking it vigorously, making me laugh.
"Jack and Cas just got back," Sam explained, "I was about to go get us all some lunch and wanted to see if you wanted to come."
"I'll drive," I grinned, itching to get some pavement beneath my wheels after being in the bunker all morning.
"I'll go see what Dean wants," Jack said, the smile on his face never wavering.
"Leave in five?" Sam asked and I gave him a nod before turning to go put my black chucks on.
"You and Dean seem to be getting along well," Sam said as we pulled onto the main road.
"We were," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road.
"Were?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's nothing. I'll get over it eventually," I shrugged.
"He's not as bad as he seems, I promise," Sam said as I parked the car at our destination. "He may be one of the best hunters I've ever seen, but he's a big teddy bear under all that rugged exterior," he said as he held the door open for me to enter the fast food joint. "If he said something to upset you, believe me when I say he's probably beating himself up more about it than you could. He has a knack for putting his foot in his mouth...a lot," he smirked.
We ordered the food we needed for us all and headed back out to Diane to head back to the bunker. "I'll show you how to get to the garage when we get back," Sam said as he climbed into the passenger seat. I mused on if Dean had mentioned to Sam about parking Diane in the garage, but decided against broaching the subject.
Just as promised Sam had shown me the entrance to the garage. After parking Diane in front of the Impala, we walked back into the bunker, arms full of drinks and bags of food. "Here, let me get that for ya," Dean said as he grabbed two overstuffed bags from my arms.
"Dean, only one sandwich," Sam shouted as he walked through the doorway behind me.
"Come on," Dean sighed as he stopped rummaging through one of the bags. "I'm a warrior, I need to eat!"
"If you are still hungry after you have your burger and fries, I got an extra salad that you can have," Sam said as he started pulling out all of the food and setting them at each spot on the table.
"I said I need to eat, Sam, not nibble," Dean retorted making Sam roll his eyes.
"Jack!" Sam shouted and the young boy came into the room shortly after.
"So Jack, you seem too young to be a hunter already, what got you started into this life?" I asked as we all sat down for our meal.
"He was born into it," Dean answered for him, "And he's not too young. Hell, I was hunting in junior high."
"How old are you Jack?" I asked, looking back at the bubbly young man.
"Two," Jack smiled as he chewed the food in his mouth.
"Pardon me?" I asked, nearly choking on my food.
"I'm two," Jack repeated before taking another bite of his burger.
"Ok, am I hearing this right, you are only two?" I asked, looking around the table for someone to please explain.
"He's a nephilim," A rough voice from behind me answered.
"Jackie, this is Castiel. Castiel, this is Jackie. She's going to be staying with us for a few days," Sam introduced us as I turned to look at the man standing behind me in a trenchcoat. He had appeared from what seemed to be nowhere.
"Hi," Castiel nodded, his face showing no emotion, before continuing on to explain what exactly Jack was. "He's half human, half angel."
"My mom's name was Kelly and my dad's name was Lucifer," Jack added before grabbing the trash off of the table and heading down the hallway to take it to the kitchen.
"Lucifer," I paused, "Like Satan himself, Lucifer?" I asked, looking over at Sam, who I was sure could see the shock on my face.
"You know any other Lucifers?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow before popping a fry into his mouth.
"Not today, Satan," I replied, giving him a pointed look which earned a chuckle from Sam.
"Don't worry, Jackie. Jack is not anything like his father," Sam said as he cleaned up the trash from his lunch.
"I sure hope not," I mumbled before taking the last bite of my burger.
"You going to finish those?" Dean asked, pointing to my fries.
"Touch my food and I will shave your eyebrows off while you sleep," I nearly growled.
"Duly noted," Dean murmured before standing up from the table and heading down the hallway where Sam and Jack had went.
"It would be quite funny to see Dean without eyebrows," Castiel smiled before turning to follow Dean out of the room.
"Hey, can we talk?" Dean's voice shook me from my thoughts as I laid in bed staring at the ceiling.
"Depends, you plan on putting your foot in your mouth again?" I asked, scooting up in my bed to rest my back against the headboard. Dean smirked, knowing I had called him on his dickhead comment from earlier in the day. "Or were you wanting to put your head up your own ass and show off?" I added, making him lift an eyebrow with a slight frown before shaking his head. He leaned against the door-frame with his arms crossed over his chest, giving me a chance to keep on with my string of insults. "You know you missed your calling, being capable of doing both would've gotten you a nice contortionist gig in the circus." I smirked. Dean dropped his head, looking at the floor and shaking his head while a full blown smile blossomed on his face.
"Are you done now?" He asked, looking up from under those thick eyelashes, his eyes a vibrant shade of green.
"I don't know. Are you going to line up any more home runs for me?" I shrugged.
Dean smiled before shifting his hip against the door frame and pushing off of it to walk into the center of my room, "Calm down, Slugger," he chuckled. I watched him as he slowly shifted his weight from one foot to the other while looking at the floor, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, Jackie," Dean said, taking a step closer to the foot of my bed.
"I know," I shrugged.
"So we're good?" Dean asked.
"We're good," I nodded.
"Ok, good, because I'm gonna need you having my back on this hunt we are about to go on," Dean said as he walked towards the door.
"And here I was thinking you wanted me to have your front," I chuckled.
Dean turned giving me a lopsided grin before turning back to walk back down the hall. "We're leaving in ten minutes," he shouted back at me.
"I'm riding with Jackie," Sam shouted as he climbed the stairs to the garage.
"What?" Dean nearly growled. "Why can't we all ride together?"
"I'm not riding three deep in that backseat," I countered.
"Hey, that backseat is spacious," Dean said with a quirk of his eyebrows, a boyish smirk gracing his face.
"I'm sure it's perfect for the kind of business you do back there," I smirked back at him with a raised eyebrow.
"She's got you there, Brother," Sam laughed.
"You're one to talk!" Dean replied quickly, giving Sam a death glare.
"Oh, yeah, no. Definitely not riding around in Winchester juices. That car will be have to be fully detailed before I ever set my ass in it," I grimaced.
"Hey, I take good care of Baby!" Dean said defensively.
"I'm sure you do," I smiled, closing the trunk of my car after Sam put his bag in it.
"Hey, can I ride with you?" Jack spoke up.
"Aww, Sweetheart. My playlists aren't exactly suitable for two year olds, but I'm sure Dean has The Wiggles soundtrack in his grocery getter for you," I cooed to him, patting his cheek with a smile before turning to head for the driver's side door of my car.
"Oh hell no! You're just going to sit there and let her disrespect Baby like that, Sammy?" Dean scoffed.
Sam ran his hand over his face trying to hide his smile as he stood at the passenger side door of Diane. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his throat before saying, "Sorry Bro, but it looks like Baby has been put in the corner." Dean flipped him the bird as Sam slid into the front passenger seat of my car.
"Well, you boys have fun. Make sure you keep your windows up, I'd hate for you to choke on my dust," I smiled before climbing into the driver's seat and starting up Diane.
"Dean's probably on the verge of having a stroke right now," Sam laughed as I pulled out of the garage. "You know he came back from Hell, Heaven, Purgatory, and on the verge of death more times than I can count. Dean's a professional escape artist of death. But you may actually be the death of him," he chuckled, shaking his head and putting the location of the hunt into the GPS.
"Wait, what?" I asked, puzzled at the confession Sam had made.
"I mean Dean has never had anyone give him the same amount of shit he dishes out all the time. To be honest, it's refreshing...and entertaining," Sam laughed. "I've been dealing with it for years. It's nice to watch him squirm now that he's getting some of that back."
"No, what you said before that," I said as I turned onto the highway. "Has he...has he really been to Hell and all that?" I breathed out, looking over to Sam who gave me a look that answered the question in itself. "Oh my God, Sam."
"I told you he's not had the easiest life. Neither of us have," he paused, running a hand over his face and then through his hair before he continued. "I mean a hunter's life isn't an easy one, but you know that," he shrugged. "We've both had our fair share of crazy shit in our lives...I mean I've been in Lucifer's Cage, Heaven, been possessed by Lucifer himself, spent some time soulless, and died too many times for a normal human being. But Dean, he's been through the ringer more than me. The books don't even cover it all."
"Books?" I asked as Dean sped past my dazed ass on the highway.
"Shit!" Sam cursed under his breath. "Yeah, please don't tell Dean I told you about those," he pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
"Our little secret," I smiled. "So start spilling it, Winchester. We've got a long drive to Dallas and I have a feeling this story is a long one."