Passions & Mystery Buses
Chapter 16
Passions & Mystery Buses
Spike paced frustrated, he had decided that he would go out and look for the nibblet himself. Poor dear was likely to be scared and putting on a strong front with the near strangers she was traveling with. Now that he thought of it he wasn't so sure that he was happy with her traveling with to men she barely knew. He conveniently forgot that she could handle herself.
Of course he had to come to this decision at during the day - while Red was out, so he couldn't even set his plan into motion for another few hours.
Pulling out a smoke from his jeans he glanced up at the clock. He'd wait till Red got home to do a quick location charm and then be on his way, shouldn't take him to long to get there, especially if he nicks the poofs Lamborghini. Smiling to himself, now that he had a plan, he settled down in front of his TV.
"Passions" was on in five.
DEAN POV
"Please..." Came a girls whine from the back seat. I could see Sammy smirk from the corner of his eye.
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"I said, 'no.'"
"I said, "Please.'"
"Saaam!" This had been going on for half an hour. This is the first time I asked for help.
"Dean, I am so no getting involved."
"Traitor" I grumbled at him.
"Wimp."
"Samantha."
"Deanna."
"Boys!" She yelled cutting of our rants. " Your getting way off topic. Why won't you let me pick the station?"
"Because you'll pick that pop crap from earlier."
"No I won't promise." Looking in the mirror I saw her face she was trying to look innocent and failing miserably.
"Dude just let her pick for a while."
"Fine but I get Veto rights!"
"Sure." It was that simple... amazing.
She leaned into the front seat and started flicking through the stations, pressing against his shoulder. It also didn't hurt that he could smell her shampoo with her so close to him. She stopped on a station that was playing some George T. "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer." Just as she went to raise the volume I turned a corner and a little boy darted out onto the road.
I swerved. Dawn flew. Sam cursed. We all ended up in a pile on the front seat in the gully beside the road. No little boy in sight.
Gingerly Dawn removed her head from my lap (whether for god or bad - I can't decide). She sat up and looked out the window for any sign of the child. Nope still 'disappeared'.
She turned and reached over me opening the door. She didn't give me a chance to move - just climbed right over top of me STEPPING on my ORIGINAL LEATHER seats! As she walked away from the car, and I tried NOT to kill her I heard her say, "Well, Scoob, Shag, looks like the mystery bus needs to make a stop."
"I'd say so, yeah." Sammy agreed as he got out thankfully on his side of the car.
I got out of the car to walk the perimeter and a thought occurred, "Sammy is Shaggy right?"
Dawn just smiled over her shoulder at me before her phone rang.
