Deanna felt a definite twang of jealousy and gave the girl a quick once-over: nice body, not too muscular, blonde, green eyes, light skin- pretty overall.
Sam stumbled over his words, earning a snicker from his sister who shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest. "Jess! Hey- uh... Deanna this is my girlfriend, Jessica." The cutie in the smurfs shirt rubbed her eyes and stared for a moment. The younger Winchester turned his attentions back to his sister.
Jess's mind must have added things up because she spoke in total disbelief, "Woah, wait- your sister, Deanna?" She turned to Sam and obviously didn't believe what she was seeing. So, Sam didn't talk about home much. Deanna hadn't exactly expected any less from him, but it still hurt. In their line of work, family was all you had. You didn't have friends. You didn't have stable relationships unless they were as flighty as you yourself were.
When in doubt, be an asshole. "Nice shirt." Deanna grinned, gesturing to the pajama shirt the girl was wearing with a nice "v" cut into it that highlighted the curve of her breasts. Hey. No harm in appreciation. "I love the smurfs." The last bit was an added lie, Deanna had always hated the smurfs and cartoons in general, except for the occasional Disney movie that they would watch at Bobby's. When Sam took a slightly protective stance in front of her, the elder Winchester threw the girl a wink for good measure. The two blushed slightly, Jessica more so, though it was obvious that her brother was extremely uncomfortable in his position because he again shifted nervously. In the tense silence, Deanna looked him over. Still, my Sam. She thought with the twitches of a smile.
"Sure. Well, anyway, I gotta borrow your..." the hunter trailed off, not entirely wanting to acknowledge the fact that her brother was with some girl she didn't know. "Boyfriend...here, and talk about some private family business but uh… nice meeting you." When she raised her eyebrows and met her brother's gaze again, she recognized a flash of defiance and it genuinely scared her.
Sam looked over to Jessica, "No." Of course he had to go and be a stubborn little bitch. "Whatever you want to say- you can say in front of her." Deanna normally would have laughed at the idea of talking about the family business in front of someone that wasn't family, but his serious tone stole the laugh. Why the hell else would she have come? Did he honestly not see that?
"Okay, uhm..." She shrugged not wanting to draw this out, "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The hunter shoved her hands uncomfortably in her pockets. It was only a matter of time that she broke into his house anyway because two years was just too long.
Sam laughed, wrapping an arm around Jessica's waist. In an extremely bitter voice he answered, "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift, he'll stumble back in sooner or later." Deanna had never wanted to punch him more then she did that second, but decided it could wait.
She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, nodding slightly before the arrogance reigned in the slight anger, "Dad's on a hunting trip... And he hasn't been home in a few days." The gears visibly turned in Sam's mind and she smiled when he finally made eye contact with her.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."
Victory. Deanna smirked before walking to the front door of his small apartment and waiting outside. While Sam was doing whatever it was that took him forever, the hunter pulled a box of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one tentatively. She leaned against the brick wall and took a long drag, eyes slipping closed, before she finally expelled the breath and sighed.
"Still with the Marlboros?" He asked in annoyance. Shutting the door as quietly as possible behind him. Deanna sighed, ignoring him. "Anyways, come on, D. You can't just break in, in the middle of the night, and just expect me to hit the road with you."
Deanna pushed off of the wall and headed down the steps. "You're not hearing me, Sammy, dad's missing. I need you to help me find him." She smirked for a half a second when she heard him follow, but the amusement was short lived as he quickly retorted.
"Remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gate in Clifton? He was missing then, he's always missing, D, and he's always fine."
The elder stopped, an annoyed expression caressing her features as she turned to face her not so little brother. "Not this time. Not this long. Now, you gonna' come with me or not?" She demanded, tired of playing cat and mouse with him. She wanted an answer and she wanted it now.
Sam looked down at her and with a slight shake of his head, he put his foot down with a stern, "I'm not."
Now was seriously not the time. With a great deal of smug annoyance, she snapped, "Why not?"
"I swore I was done hunting. For good." Was his quick reply as he reciprocated the attitude.
Deanna rolled her eyes, trying to put him off now. "Come on, it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad." She replied, turning away and continuing down the steps to get out into the cold air.
Again, the younger followed "Yeah? When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45." He all but growled.
"Well what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark'."
In disbelief, Deanna turned to face the younger again, snapping "'Don't be afraid of the dark'?! What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there!" His face was cloaked in shadows and it was hard to get an accurate measure on what he was doing.
"Yeah. I know, but still the way we grew up after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." He met her gaze and tried to get her to see, but whatever he was thinking was lost to Deanna.
"And we save a damn lot of people doin' it too." She argued smugly, resisting the urge to shove him away as he took a faltering step closer. Sam laughed sarcastically before staring down at her.
"You think mom would have wanted this for us?"
That was a line he knew better than to cross. Deanna stuffed her hands into her pockets before turning on her heels and clicking out of the building. Sam struck a nerve and he knew it. Just when she thought it was over, he followed her outside despite the ignorantly slammed door. "The weapon training? And the melting the silver into bullets? Deanna, we were raised like warriors." He continued.
The impala sat there as an anchor and she leaned against the hood, relaxing as the cool metal hit her denim clad legs. "So what are you gonna do? Gonna live some normal, 'apple-pie life'? Is that it?" She asked.
Sam, always quick to respond, answered shortly, "No. Not normal. Safe."
"And that's why you ran away?" She scoffed, raising her eyebrows and looking away not before crossing her arms over her chest.
Similarly, he snorted. "I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, that I should stay gone." A pause. "And that's what I'm doing."
"Yeah. Well dad's in real trouble right now, and if he's not dead already, I can feel it. I can't do this alone." Deanna admitted, kicking a stone on the ground.
Sam watched her, and she didn't need to look up to know this. Deanna felt his eyes combing over her as he spoke disbelievingly, "Yes you can."
Deanna kept her gaze down, and leaned more against her baby. "Yeah, well... I don't want to."
After a short and tense silence, Sam sighed and hooked a finger under her chin to force their gazes. Her heart warmed and she pressed away the feeling, and jerked her chin away. Sam looked down himself and let out a breath before mumbling, "What was he hunting?"