When the sleek, black, hot rod pulled up, Sam stuck his head out the passenger side window.
"Hey, Gabe! Hop in." he greeted before whispering, "Sorry you have to ride in the back, Dean doesn't let anyone drive his car."
I abhored the guy already.
I opened the door and slid into the middle. Sam twisted around around in his seat so he could peck me on the lips real quick. I saw out of the corner of my eye his brother roll his eyes and pretend to gag. Once I sat back I could get a good look at him. He was obviously shorter than Sam, but who wasn't, yet taller than me, but again, who wasn't. His hair was dirty blond and he had striking green eyes. He would be handsome if he wasn't scowling. Once we were moving he looked at me in the rear veiw mirror.
"So, Gabriel, is it? I'm Dean, Sammy's probably told you all about me, hm? Well, I just want to make one thing, first and foremost, perfectly clear, alright?"
I nodded and glanced at Sam, who was rubbing his forehead like he had a headache from his brother's imprudence.
"You mess with him, you mess with me. Got it? Good." He finished, like we were in a goddamn rom-com. I hadn't even said anything yet. Sam turned to him.
"God, Dean, every time?" He hissed, affirming that he'd made that vauge threat, and most likely delivered those same lines, before.
He looked back at me, smiling apologetically. I smiled awkwardly back and hyperventilated through my nose.
"Just making sure we're all on the same page." Dean said, glaring at me through the mirror again.
I stiffened under his gaze and held my breath, staring out the windshield, until he turned around.
We continued in silence. I had a hunch this was going to be a very long evening.