Chapter 3
"We're in Nevada now, I think we can make Arizona in 3 hours and rest the night and then tomorrow we can drive the rest of the way to Phoenix." Dean laughed out
"What is so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing at all Sammy boy."
Dean opened the door and slid easily out of the car standing on the dry pavement that radiated the heat of the desert. Around him he say what looked like a small town, with stores speckled down a long main road, with other more residential home towards the end of the street. Sam opened the door next and stood up, he also looked around and looked back at the gas station.
"I'll go get drinks." Sam said
"Okay, I want a coke." Dean replied
"I know, I know."
Dean looked at his brother's retreating back and thought, 'he deserves better, I should never have pulled him out, none of this crap would have happened' Dean sighed and swiped the fake credit card through the machine. It beeped for a few moments before accepting, Dean opened the tank and pulled the nozzle from the gasoline tank and filled up. He looked over as Sam was walking out of the store with a look that would have burned ice, Dean chuckled again as Sam walked over gave the bag to Dean and walked the end of the car to peer into the side mirror.
"I thought we grew out of this."
"Never." Dean laughed
Sam glared at him and tried to wipe of the sharpie marker with his hand, Dean started laughing harder when Sam swiped the sharpie with his shirt sleeve and a bottle of water, making the ink run and smear over his forehead.
Sam sighed and squirted some of the contents of the bottle at Dean, he tried to sidestep the attack but ended up the some of the water on his shirt.
"Hey! That's not cool man!"
"And this is?" Sam asked smiling at his brother
Dean growled and replaced the nozzle into the machine, it beeped again and spit out a receipt, he yanked it out and strode to the side of the car. He chuckled again at Sam and pulled the door closed at the same time Sam did.
"Hey man, easy on my baby."
"Ah geez. Not this again."
"She's delicate."
"She's a car, Dean. She's not delicate, or a she for that matter."
"He didn't mean it." Dean stroked the dash as Sam sat giggling in the seat next to him
"Okay whatever man."
Dean smiled and started the car, feeling the rumble, he pulled out of the old gas station and drove out down the road.
"Is there anything I should know about this Anna girl?"
"No."
"Dean? Are you okay man?"
"Yah, just fine."
"I'm sorry to ask man. But I have to know, I don't want to walk in on a awkward situation, did you have feelings for her?"
"She was my last shot at a normal life." Dean muttered
"Normal life?"
"Yes normal."
"What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Remember? I hate chick flicks and I am definitely not an ooey gooey gay guy."
"So, I'm your brother. You can tell me anything."
"Okay little bro. Then maybe we can go steady, and walk away into the sunset holding hands."
"You are so sick, Dean."
"I just don't want to tell you."
"Oh, c'mon stop being a big baby!"
"Fine. What do you want to know?"
"Is she cute?"
"That's what you want to know? Well be warned, YOU can't have her."
"Very possessive, could this mean something?"
"She was my fiancée."
"Fiancée?" Sam asked incredulously
"Yes. Six years ago."
Sam pondered this for a moment and turned to Dean, he was staring resolutely out the window not wanting to confront Sam's knowing stare.
"Did you love her?"
"I thought I did, until she ran me out of her house at gunpoint."
"Youch, what did you do?"
"That's a question I have been asking myself for a long time. I can't seem to remember doing anything to her, but she obviously found something to be angry about. We were on a hunt when I met her." Dean went on. "Skin walkers in Phoenix, and she just came out of no where, shot them up with silver and then pointed the gun at Dad and I, we both knew that she was a hunter."
"You don't have to tell me."
"She was so beautiful, with her short red hair and dark olive eyes, body that appeared to have walked out of my fantasies, or at least someone's wet dreams. All sleek and smooth, and she was so efficient with the gun, we avoided each other for as long as possible before she came to us looking for help on the other skin walker. Three weeks, and before long I found myself blubbering like an idiot, reciting poetry, writing love songs, singing those love songs, afterwards I was embarrassed to remember. I wasn't myself, around her I felt… free."
"Wow."
"Wow is all you can say?"
"Yeah."
They sat in silence, thinking over what had been said, soon they were joking again, covering up the awkwardness. Hours passed and soon daylight began to fade and smear on the horizon, they both found themselves from lack of sleep and just wanted to chill at a warm motel with a beer. Pulling into a Red Roof motel they both got out, Sam going into to pay for the night and Dean pulling their bags from the small trunk of the Impala. Dean waited, leaning against the car when Sam came out holding a key in one hand.
"Which room?"
"Room 66."
Dean picked up the bags and walked over to the room and opened the door to find two queen sized beds covered with bright floral comforters. The room was bright and cheery and held a rustic country feeling to it, a small television sat on one side of the room, kitty cornered next to the bed in the left.
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