A/N: Here's some between cases. I think I might do this for each one, but we'll see. I hope you enjoy.
Finally we get back into town, and we hop in the Impala. We head to a local diner to grab something to eat for breakfast. The three of us sit at a booth. I take up one side by leaning my back on the wall and stretch my legs out across the seat. Sam sits on the other side of the booth, but Dean just stands at the end of the table.
"Something wrong?" I ask him with a smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam push farther into his side of the booth. Dean rolls his eyes and sighs before sitting down. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to sit next to me, handsome?" I say sarcastically. He refuses to say anything as we wait for a waitress to bring us menus.
Finally a waitress comes over with menus and asks us what we wanted to drink. I order iced coffee and they order regular coffee. As the woman walks away I catch Dean watching her with a smile on his face. I scoff out loud and he snaps his attention to me.
"What?" He asks defensively.
"Nothing. I just remembered why I went solo." I say as I look through the menu. I'm sure you can cut the tension with a knife, poor Sammy. The waitress comes back and we place our order. Dean stands from his seat and heads towards the restroom. Sam decides to try and break the tension while Dean is away.
"What's going on between you two?" He asks, leaning over the table towards me. "I mean, you guys have always been close, and you seemed fine earlier." I try to look around for a distraction, but I can't find one. I really don't want to talk about it, but I decide to tell him as vaguely as possible.
"We decided to go our separate ways after a particularly bad fight we had." I say. He squints his eyes at me.
"What was the fight about?" He asks. I think about telling him, but I decide against it for now. I see Dean heading back to the table.
"Not now, Sammy." I answer, and he sits back with a huff. Dean sits next to Sam and we wait in silence for our food. Once our plates arrive, the silence is broken only by the sound of chewing and drinking. Suddenly, Dean slammed his fist on the table and stood up. Sam and I look up at him in confusion. "What's up?" I ask him.
"Can I talk to you outside please, Shel?" He asks gesturing to the front door. I look to Sam for a second before standing from the booth and following Dean outside. Once out in the sunlight Dean turns to me.
"What is this about?" I ask him. He looks agitated.
"You know what this is about. What happened between us, we need to call some sort of truce here." I laugh at his words.
"I can leave." I say. "You're the one who wants me to stay around. Maybe you need to come to terms with what you did to me back then." I jab him in the chest with my pointer finger, and he just looks at me. "I can put it aside to travel with you and Sammy. Can you?" He's silent. "Cuz if you can't I'll leave right after I'm done eating." There is a pause before he nods.
"Yeah." He says rubbing the back of his head. "I can put it aside for now, but we eventually have to talk about this."
"I'm ready whenever you are, buddy." I say as I walk back inside. I sit on my side of the booth and start eating my food again. I look up at Sam and he's giving me a curious look. "I'll tell you when you're older, kiddo." I laugh. He joins me in the laugh as Dean comes back and sits down.
"So, where to next?" He asks as he takes a sip of his coffee. I smile at him, and as our eyes meet so does he. Sammy starts talking about a story he saw in a newspaper that might be something, but I don't hear a word he says. My eyes are locked on Dean's. I hear Sammy clear his throat and I snap out of it.
"Something in Chicago?" I ask Sam, trying to prove I was listening to him.
"Sounds promising." Dean says, doing the same thing as me. We finish up our food, pay, and head out to the next case.
A/N: I hope you liked it. What could the argument be about? It could be a few things, but I won't tell just yet. Please review. I'd love to know what you think of Shelby.