Full chapter name: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

"So, for a couple weeks Dean an I just barely managed to get by without killing each other. We had left New York and were trying to find a way out of our predicament. Which, I might mention, proved harder than either of us anticipated. Then John called and that's when things really started to boil over."

Selina glared at Dean from the divers-side, back seat of the impala.

"What," Dean ground out, looking in the rear view mirror at her.

" Oh nothing, you just want to take a little vacation and postpone finding a way to separate us. No biggie, really," Selina drawled sarcastically.

She crossed her arms and leaned forewords so that her chin rested on Dean's seat.

"Last time i'm gonna say it. Family business comes first."

"Oh yes, your daddy issues. How could I forget," she huffed out, blowing in his ear.

Dean swatted her away.

" Can't you just sit and look pretty without all the whining," Dean begged.

"Yes, dad- I mean sir," Selina mocked, leaning back in her seat.

For a few minutes the only sound that filled the car was AC/DC.

"So, how do you think your pop will take it," Selina asked abruptly.

Dean groaned and slammed on the breaks. Selina jolted forewords and hit the back of the seat.

" Seriously," Dean blanched. He got of of the car and slammed the door behind him. Selina was hot on his heals.

" Hi sir, yeah remember how I said nothing happened on the last mission? Well I lied," Selina began in a poor imitation of Dean's voice. She followed him around to the trunk. "In reality I accidentally eternally bound myself to some woman I never met before this whole cluster-"

"Shhhhh!"

Selina eyes zoomed down to Dean's index finger that currently held her lips shut. Her bottle green eyes raised back to Deans'. She raised a single eyebrow before pushing his arm away roughly. Dean's response was immediate. He place his arms on either side of her; effectively pinning Selina to the impala's trunk. The hunter towered over the thief; their body's mere centimeters from each other.

" I am going to wing it," He answered firmly, his warm breath tickling Selina's nose.

" Wing it," she repeated incredulously. Her brows furrowed together.

"Yup," he replied, popping the 'p'.

"Oh, that's sure to go over well," she remarked sarcastically.

" As long as we don't answer unasked questions, try to make it seem like I just picked you up, and remain oblivious we should be fine," he affirmed with a nod. "You're just a local an I'm here to meet my dad. I don't even know your real name, seeing as you refuse to tell me. That's an extra bonus for us."

" I highly doubt it-," Selina began

" Just play your part."

Selina expression reflected the underlying anger that boiled in the pit of her stomach.

"Fine," she purred, though it didn't didn't carry it's usual sultry tone. That sultry quality had been replaced by a dangerous predatory tone." You play yours."