I present to you another chapter! ^_^
Thanks to DracoStarbo, as always!
Disclaimer: NOT MINE NOT MINE, BUT I WANT THEM ALL SO BADLY!
Chapter Summary: Phoebe and Dean get into a HUUUUGE fight in the car and Dean shows some signs of jealousy towards Phoebe and Phoebe says some un-called for things and pushes Dean waaaay too far, all while he's driving!
Dean hummed to himself in the car, trying to ignore the annoying bee-sting in the passenger's seat. Phoebe was still chatting about how excited she was to be going on the hunting trip. Dean found her fascination strange, since he'd been living like this for a long time, long drives, late-night bars, and cheesy hotel rooms. Dean adjusted his rearview mirror so that he could check up on Sammy, who was sprawled out in the backseat trying to get some sleep.
"Why are you adjusting the mirror Dean?" Phoebe asked.
"No reason," he answered.
"You were driving before fine and that was a major adjustment!"
"Just lay off!"
"How about we sing a road song?"
"Let's not and say we did."
"How about let's do it and say we didn't?" she asked.
"No way, new thorn in my side."
"But-"
Sam sighed in the back seat and shifted to get more comfortable. Dean watched as Sam shifted to lay face-up on the car seats with one of his knees bent and got distracted. Sam yawned and tucked one arm behind his head and let the other one rest on his stomach. His shirt rose slightly at the action, showing some off some of the skin at Sam's midline…
"Why is your mouth hanging open?" Phoebe asked him.
"Please just go to sleep or something," Dean said.
"But I'm not tired!" Phoebe protested.
Dean just continued to stare at the rearview mirror, hoping that ignoring her would make her shut up. Sam let out long and even breaths, his chest followed by the eyes of Dean as it steadily rose and fell. His eyes were shut in a look of serene peace. In that moment, he looked completely carefree.
"Dean, you might want to focus a little more on the road," Phoebe told him.
"And why is that?" Dean asked, annoyed at getting interrupted.
"You kind of swerved a bit into the other lane…"
Dean turned the wheel a bit to get fully back into the correct lane and glared at her. "Mind your own business!"
Phoebe widened her eyes at him and glanced back at Sam.
Sam groaned at his almost-sleep being interrupted. "He's always acting suicidal!"
"Hey, are you two talking about me?" Dean asked, annoyed. He turned around to glance at Sam questioningly so that he wouldn't give away the fact that he was actually looking at him in the mirror.
"Ask Phoebe," Sam said, annoyed. "Now let me sleep!"
Dean turned to find Phoebe looking out the window, humming innocently.
Dean glared at her, seeing right through the act. "Phoebe… what did you say?"
Phoebe said nothing and Sam snickered a bit before finally dozing off. Dean glanced between her and the road for a minute before deciding she wasn't going to answer. He rolled his eyes at her childish behavior and gave her one last glare before giving up entirely.
"Damn… mind speak," he muttered, then turned to her and said loudly. "Oh well, at least you shut up."
"Hmmm," Phoebe said about ten minutes later. "So, you just lived on the road before now?"
"Yup," Dean said.
"That's got to be unhealthy."
Dean snorted and rolled his eyes.
"No, I mean really," Phoebe said. "You sleep in hotels, eat fast-food all the time, and hang out in bars. The only reason you boys aren't fat and lazy is probably because you spend the rest of your time running after, being chased by, and attacking spirits or demons."
"Will you stop patronizing my way of life? I enjoy it very much thank you."
"Your blood pressure must be really high," she commented.
"Whatever, I usually don't even see doctors anyway. Sam and I patch each other up on our own perfectly fine."
"You mean you guys don't get checkups?" she asked, alarmed.
"Only when we're hospitalized," he confirmed.
"That's horrid! What if you get a disease or something?"
He shrugged. "If it gets bad enough, we'll get hospitalized. We don't really trust anyone, including doctors. After all, we usually have to use a new fake identity everywhere we go and we really don't stay long enough for it to matter if we get a physician…"
"Okay, that is DEFFINATELY unhealthy. And besides that, how do you live like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like, being constantly on the road. Going from town to town, place to place, name to name, and job to job? That must be stressful!"
"Nah, not really. I find it relaxing."
"What about Sam? I'm sure it must at least be hard on him. Why don't you ever consider settling down?"
"Because then we wouldn't be able to do any jobs and more people we couldn't save would end up dying. "
"But Sam just seems to be the kind of guy that wants to settle down. Maybe he doesn't want to do this anymore?"
Dean turned sharply to her and gave her a death glare. "I didn't hear YOU complaining when you were begging to tag along."
"Yeah, I'd find doing this sort of thing exciting once and a while, but to do it all the time? Never settling down? Not having any one place to just go home too?"
"Just drop it, ok? It might not be your type of life-style, but Sammy and I are just fine with it. And if we were to take a break, we'd go wherever we please. Not a permanent place, just anywhere. And if we ever took a break for a long time, we'd travel and take in the sites. We wouldn't pick some random place, get boring jobs, and earn a living."
"You say that you and Sam are okay with it? You don't know what Sam feels. For all you know, he could be dying to get a job and just settle down."
"Oh yeah, like you would know more about him than me!"
"I'm an Empath. I can read his emotions."
"I'm his brother! You don't think I can do the same thing? I might not have some cliché empathy power, but I can still tell how my brother feels. Just because you have that little power of yours doesn't mean you know Sam at all. You've only known him for a little over a week. You have no right to say such things!"
"You'd be surprised how fast you get to know someone after talking to them for over a week and having them share most of their thoughts with you. Also, Empathy and Telepathy connect in a way that helps two people like us understand each other."
Dean growled to himself, fuming with jealousy and anger. "SHUT UP! Why do you have to go rubbing that crap in my face? Don't you think that I'd give anything to be able to mentally chit chat with him like you do!? If I was an Empath, it would be Sam and I chatting like that all the time and not you two! Lastly, you obviously can't read emotions THAT well, because you'd have known to shut the hell up by now."
"Some things need to be said Dean, no matter how much they might hurt. Whether you like it or not, Sam probably wants to settle down and live his life."
"Don't start telling be what I shouldn't know about my own brother! I've been through so many things with Sam; you couldn't even begin to understand how close we are and how much I know him. I grew up with him, raised him practically. I was there for him the way Dad never could be! We are all we've got, you bimbo! Dad, Sam, and I were a family, but Sam and I are everything to each other-"
Sam woke up and sat up. "Uh… guys?"
"Well DEAN, it sounds like you need him! So, therefore, you cling to him because without him, you're NOTHING! You can't stand doing anything without him anymore…"
"You know NOTHING-"
Phoebe laughed. "Oh, III know nothing? Sam showed me about his past, I FELT how happy he was at that college, how great he felt to be normal, and then guess who comes barging in and ruining his chance at life?!"
"Guys!" Sam snapped.
"SHUT UP BITCH! You know NOTHING about Sam!"
"I know enough, and more importantly, care enough to know that you should have gone to look for your Dad on your own instead of running to him and messing up his chance at a normal life!"
"I SAID SHUT UP BITCH!" Dean shouted and leaned over to grab Phoebe by the collar and reached back to punch her. She also had her arm drawn back to punch him as well.
Sam screamed. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD!"
Both of them looked forward and Dean grabbed the wheel and swerved just in time to narrowly miss an oncoming car. Sam looked between the both of them and glared.
"What the hell has gotten into you two?! Fighting on the road? Honestly! I know you don't usually follow traffic laws Dean, but this is ridiculous. What the hell were you arguing about anyway?"
"Nothing Sammy…" Dean sighed.
Phoebe glared at him. "You god damned liar!"
"Okay, both of you! That's enough!"
Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll stop fighting, for now…"
"I can kick your ass bitch!" Dean snapped.
"We'll see…" Phoebe replied, crossing her arms.
"The road! Please concentrate on the road!"
"Fine!"
Dean turned back to look back at the road and Sammy sighed and slid to lie down on the seats again. Sam watched Deans' eyes leave the road for a good while and stare into the rear-view mirror. He looked into it to catch Deans' eyes looking directly at him. He raised an eyebrow and addressed the issue.
"Dean, why are you staring at me in the rear view mirror?"
"I'm not!" he denied.
"Uhuh, okay then." Sam said and flicked him off.
"HEY!" Dean shouted.
"I thought you weren't watching!" Sam said, laughing and rolling his eyes.
Watching Dean continue to stare at him, Sam decided that, unless he either wanted to crash or get completely lost, he would have to do something to make Dean stop staring at him. So, he lay down on the seats in what he thought did a very suggestive position, catching Dean watching him even more interested than before. He winked at Dean and right then and there, sent Dean a bunch of very erotic and sexual images of what Dean could do to him in that position. Dean's eyes went wide open and he swerved again, almost hitting another car.
"HOLY SHIT! YOU REALLY DO WANT TO GET US KILLED!" Phoebe shrieked.
Sam buried his face in his arm and hid his laughter. His trick worked and Dean finally paid attention to the road.