Dean Phoned the Sherriff after he relaxed from the last message, it rang for a long time before finally getting an answer "Oh god Dean your safe." Noah mumbled thank god for a while "Dean … It's not okay , Claudia's dead, I don't know what happened, Stiles was with her. I don't know what to do, but thank god your safe."
"Uncle Noah, I am on my way there, just call Talia, she will help, is Stiles okay?"
"I don't know, I was on a call, they won't let me see them. Dean what do I do?"
"Noah, come on Uncle Breathe. Call Talia, and the nurse the nice one. They will help, Talia with Claudia, and the Nurse will tell you what up with Stiles. Okay I will be there maybe early morning to afternoon tomorrow okay."
"Yeah, I can do that, okay. Phone Talia and Melissa. I can do this." His uncle seemed to be responding favourably to the orders.
"Good, I will be there, Uncle, you are not alone." Noah hung up. "fuck." Dean looked at peter who looked just as worried " FUCK." Dean screamed.
"Dean, come on we need to get you a suit, and we need to eat as well lets calm down a bit."
"We can't stop, we have to get there now."
"Dean Winchester it is either shopping for a suit now and eating, or shopping for a suit with Talia Later and being lectured about your health again."
".. but."
"No, we are close to Rapid city, and we will stop and get our bearings, this isn't a hunt Dean, your Uncle just lost his wife, Cloudia is Dead or in Hell, we have to figure out which, either way Meatsuit is exactly that now, a dead meat suit. We have time, but you can't go in there rushing to save a day that has already passed. That won't help your Uncle or our pup." Peter argued. Peter also wanted to suggest flying the rest of the way.
Dean started fiddling with his sleeve, before furiously wiping a tear from his face. Peter's nose flared as the scent of tears and guilt permeated the car. "Sorry" Dean mumbled in the smallest voice Peter has ever heard, Peter didn't know what Dean was apologizing for. Peter looked at his Boyfriend, his mate, the only reason he kept his status as his alpha's second.
"Never apologize to me, darling, I will assume the worst." Peter grinned trying to break whatever self-hating spiral Dean found himself in.
"Why, do I need a new suit? I will only wear it once, can't we go to like a Thrift store." Peter Growled in response to that suggestion then glared at Dean. "Oh fine, don't flash your eyes at me." Seemingly breaking the mood Peter started to pull off the freeway and headed hopefully towards a burger joint, or even better a diner to get Dean a pie.
Getting Dean to eat a burger was easy, bringing up anything to do with flying was difficult. "Dean, I think Flying the rest of the way is a goo…"
"Hard no, if I wanted to be stuck in a metal death trap I would let a demon get me and tell bobby to lock me up in his panic room."
"what is his panic room?"
"… uhh the big iron room with two sprinklers on has a saline solution and the other holy water." Dean stared at Peter expecting recognition do dawn on his face, " you were there for a month and he didn't force you into that thing on the full moon, man he must really like you."
"He puts salt and holy water into all my drinks." Peter raised a brow "I don't think he likes me."
"Nah, that's why I've been drinking beer since I was like 12, the salt just makes it bubble more, welcome to the Family Peter, Bobby likes you enough to make sure you are always you." Dean grinned "it's how he shows his love."
Peter looked disbelieving at Dean "well let me show my love for you, and get you properly attired for a funeral, then you are napping in the car because we will have to drive constantly to make your morning of tomorrow deadline."
Getting the suit was okay, Dean did it with minimal fussing, napping was another story because he refused to recline the passenger seat, insisting it was more comfortable to sprawl in the tiny backseat. Then Dean complained that he wasn't tired, and he was sore after a half hour. Peter forced Dean into the reclined chair and held his hand taking pain, Peter was feeling guilty about manhandling Dean, when quite a substantial amount of pain came across the connection. Ignoring it for now Peter drove in silence and avoided all state troopers fairly successfully.
Dean unsurprisingly slept for a long time, he was still recovering from his month and a bit in isolation. So 5 hours and a lot of speeding shaving a few hours off their travel time Dean woke up when Peter was fueling up in a town called Rock Springs. By peters estimate they will be in California at the latest 8 in the morning.
Dean finally driving turned on the radio for some noise, as Peter relaxed a bit before slowly drifting off to sleep as the Car drove on into the night, peter did forget to add odd hunter magic into the mix so as he slept Dean somehow got them to Vegas in about 6 hours which seems physically impossible but Dean always had a knack of getting to where he needs to be. Peter sleepily thought it might be a blessing from the gods, or the angels at the very least. Waking up fully as the lights and sounds assaulted his werewolf Peter focused on Dean to make sure he was still fine to drive.
Noticing Peter was awake Dean drove them to an out of the way diner … Obviously a hunter joint if the cleverly hidden sigils were any indication, Peter stuck close to Dean, he wasn't allergic to any of the tests, but unknown hunters are never to be trusted, hell known hunters are barely trusted.
"Dean-o, your Pa was in here a week ago lookin' for ya, glad yer' okay." A very harsh whisper that sounded as if every breath was clawing its way out to form words greeted them as they walked into the oddly very clean diner, Peter watched as the Lady with a scar running from the top of her skull to the opposite side of her face and down to her jaw smiled at Dean.
"Hey, Susie, How's my favorite Gal?" Dean greeted back before grabbing the woman and hugging her, peter kept his face neutral as the scent of cheap cigarettes assaulted his nose.
"You Wish boy, even if I was 40 years younger and this scar was fresh I would be out of your league."
"You wound me," Dean said, then patted his stomach "right here."
"you brat, I will get you and yer' fella a good meal and a pie, I swear to ya' yer a psychic you always know when an apple pie is just long enough out the oven," she shooed them with a very nasty crack of her tea towel towards an empty booth, before bustling to the kitchen and grabbing the coffee pot.
"So, why are you hiding from John?"
"I'm not." Dean tried.
"Try again." Susie poured their coffees
"Fine, my Aunt Claudia Died."
"She was that young little thing who you're Ma, may peace find her soul, saved from that werewolf in Tallahassee right?" Peter looked up, he never heard how Dean's mom and his Aunt met.
"Yeah, that's the one. Well when she met my uncle she fell in love with him, but, she got sick recently and just today…" dean trailed off and looked into his cup "Dad never liked me hanging around them too much, thinks they were both civilians."
"So yer sneaking back to pay the respects needed, okay Hunny, I will keep this meeting out of the news." Susie took off again and came back with burgers and a mountain of curly fries.
After eating the meal, which was amazing, Peter had to admit, and the pie was worth killing everything for, Dean and peter said their good- byes to Susie.
"Dean always a pleasure," she hugged him tightly. "And you wolf boy, don't be a stranger around here either," Peter went wide eyed as she gave him a hug as well. "Don't look so surprised, I got this scar from on o' ya strange creatures. I can tell em' a mile away now."
"She's lying, she can only do that because all B types look stiff and nervous walking into a hunter joint." Dean started dragging Peter to the door.
"There you go, tellin' my secrets again. Now go on, before I really try and hit you with this towel." Susie cracked it again for effect, and dean winked at her on his way out.
After that the drive was quick and as the sun broke over the horizon they entered California State only a few more hours until they reached Beacon Hills.