Chapter 11:

Dean was driving possibly the shittiest Volvo in existence, he kept his eyes on the road, but his mind was elsewhere. As often as he good he stole looks at the girl in the backseat through the rear view mirror, and sideways glances at his brother, inspecting his injuries.

"Dean, where are we going?" Sam asked, exhausted. Still holding his broken and throbbing hand gently, trying not to aggravate it any more than it was aggravated already.

Dean gave his brother another sideways glance, fire in his eyes.

"First of all, we're getting my car, secondly I'm calling dad, we're getting as far away from this place as humanly fucking possible. Then we're going to the roadhouse for re-enforcements, and you know what Sam? That little girlfriend of yours isn't coming with us."

"Dean, she has to come, we need to exorcise her. She probably found out a few things about this demonic bitch's plans!"

"Alright, we'll get to the motel, get our shit, call dad and try to find out a way to exorcise the demon queen, happy?"

Sam shot him eye-daggers, if looks could kill, Dean brains would be splattered in the interior of the car, which could lead to a very pulp fiction-esque clean up. Dean didn't need an answer and turned his attention back to driving.

"Sam, check the glove compartment for a map."

Sam opened it with his good hand and inspected the tiny space for one. And got lucky and found one. He waved it around and Dean saw it.

"Now find out how the fuck we get back to the motel."

Sam sighed and looked.

"Take a left turn at Mercury Rd until you reach the freeway and we follow that for about 60 miles. That should take us back to the motel"

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The rest of the god-awful car ride was spent in silence, the Winchesters were surprised how much traffic there is at 6 in the morning, surprised and pissed. Some where halfway to the motel Kate decided to 'wake up' she was sure the Winchesters didn't know she was faking it. But Sam was fast asleep wit his head awkwardly hanging off the seat.

She wished she didn't have to lie to those guys, the Winchester brothers were good people, she'd have no problem telling Sam everything, he was sweet and to be honest, a little naive. It was Dean, the older one she was worried about, she didn't have to read his mind or even know him to know the poor guy was damaged, she could see it in his eyes, damaged people can always sense other damaged people. She could hear his thoughts but she couldn't see the future, which knows how he'd react? And she wasn't too enthusiastic about all those hunters knowing everything, but if only Missouri would come, she'd make them understand.

"Sleep alright?" Dean asked her, glancing at her in the rear view mirror.

Like he really gives a shit "In pain, exhausted, nervous, scared shitless and possessed, in other words...fine!" She told him very 'matter of factly'.

"Listen, you don't have to be rude, I'm just trying to help."

"You're trying to help your brother and yourself, listen Dean, I know you don't trust me, even though I just saved your Asses. But I'm trying my best to keep control, so I don't have the energy to argue with you. Please let's try to keep this civilized."

"Civilized people don't pick fights."

Dean could say so much while saying so little. Kaye didn't feel like having one of 'those' conversations with him, not yet anyways. She felt a little for him, they were so much alike in certain ways, and Dean doesn't even know it. Kate was taught that emotion was for weaklings, and she was very good at hiding hers. And Dean was too, but his walls were steadily breaking.

"We're there." He told the 2 other passengers, shaking his brother who woke up with a groan and a wide stretch.

He looked back at Kate who seemed very deep in that head of hers, and then she looked at him...with black eyes.

TBC