Watch Where You're Going
Days later in New York…
Dodging a yellow taxi, Casey glared at the driver as Travis kept her from ripping him from the car and beating him to death. Walking past the vehicle, Casey kicked the front end then continued toward the other side of the street. The driver hung out his window swearing and throwing his arms up angrily. Casey held up her middle finger smirking in delight as she disappears with Travis in the crowd. Bumping into people as they refused to move, Casey walked down the streets making people swear at her.
Following Casey through the streets, Travis smiled nervously at several women winking at him.
Casey watched a high-class looking woman walk past Travis. She noted how the woman checked Travis up and down then she chuckles. She nudges Travis' arm, "Hey Kid. I'm pretty sure your first hooker is checking out your ass!"
"Shut up Casey!" Travis quickly orders. He glances back over his shoulder, "Do you really think so though?" He wonders with a smile.
Casey watched the hooker. Her smile drops instantly. "No. She was probably checking me out." Travis growls annoyed and glares at Casey. Casey was about to say something else when her phone began playing the theme to the children's animated show The Justice League.
Chuckling, Travis shakes his head. "Howie's calling!"
"As if I would give anyone else that theme…?" Casey smiled with a roll of her eyes. "What do you want, Tabbie?"
"Casey… it's your most beautiful sister in the world!" Tabitha's voice chimed over the line.
"I don't have a clone of myself that also happens to be a sister, Howie; so therefore, your previous statement is null and void. Now what do you want?"
Travis scoffs, shaking his head and rolling his eyes simultaneously.
"Very funny, asshat. I was seeing where you were. Are you in town yet?" Tabitha asks.
"Yes we're here… Nikki's seeing some of the stores' inventories and Travis and I are getting the friendly lingo of New York down pat. Everyone here is so friendly." Casey smiled as a man flipped her off. "How are things going with you?"
"Things are excellent! I've got everything set up for the runway and you'll never guess who I ran into." Tabitha hummed.
Casey shrugs simply. "I give up…" Her voice was flat and uninterested.
"No you don't you just don't want to guess, party pooper!" Tabitha growls then sighs, "well fine if you want to be that way… I won't tell you, you'll have to wait to see!"
"Yeah, sure, like you aren't going to tell me, that's just my luck!" Casey exasperates looking around. Travis nods in agreement, smiling at Casey's pathetic luck.
"Okay you're right!" Tabitha giggled.
"So who is it?" Casey questioned as she bumped into someone. Looking at a tall man standing in front of her, Casey wrinkled her nose moving the phone from her mouth. "Hey, buddy, I don't know what the hell you're doing but some people are walkin' here! How about you watch where you're going, eh!?"
He was horrified at her outburst. He shakes his head, raising his hands in defense, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Ya damn straight better not have, 'cause if you did then we'll have more of an issue, pal!" Casey snaps nodding. Travis smacks his hand to his temple in complete embarrassment.
"Hello?" Came Tabitha's voice from the phone.
Casey motions around herself, still holding the phone to her ear but ignoring Tabitha's calling voice. "New York has big sidewalks. Why do you have to walk on my half?"
"I didn't know that the city sidewalks are split into halves…?" The man shakes his head staring at Casey perplexed.
"It's best that you learn real quick 'cause they sure do now that I'm here, bub!" Casey growls. "So get on your side!" She orders angrily, Travis mumbles incoherently.
He scoffs lightly then nods, he motions. "Okay. Would you be so kind to show me which side is mine then?"
Smiling deviously, Casey pointed to the street with rushing traffic, "Right there. Now go play in traffic… I'm sure that you becoming a window painting will be an improvement for your kind!"
"Lady, you are the most barbaric person that I have ever met in my whole life probably!" He scoffs shoving her pointing hand back. "You bumped into me just as I bumped into you. We're both in the wrong so let's just call it even and move on."
"Hello! Is someone there?!" Tabitha calls. "She's not listening to me… No one's listening to me!" She whined. Casey closed her cell.
Casey shoved her cell phone in her back pocket and was about to take her jacket off when Travis grabs her arms to pull her around the man. "Excuse us!" Travis nervously smiled with a chuckle.
Casey glared at the man the whole way. "Later, playboy…"
Once safely away from the other man, Travis released Casey and looks sharply at her, "What is wrong with you!? You hung up on Howie!"
"Oh yeah…" Casey remarks pulling her phone out to open it and redial the number, "I'm such a heartless bitch… Howie. I'm sorry Howie; I didn't mean to hang up on you I just got caught up in the moment with this asshole."
"You won't get an argument there!" Travis smiles when Casey glared at him. "And we're walking!"
"Yeah…" Casey perched her lips, following him.
"Oh, what, are you ready to talk to me now?! I recall getting hung up on!" Tabitha yelled into the phone, "I really don't need that kind of treatment right now! I'm really stressed out and I don't need my little sister hanging up on me when I'm trying to carry on a conversation with her!"
Holding the phone away from her ear, Casey sighs and nods, "yeah sorry, I ran into some smartass, prick playboy."
"That's no reason to hang up on me!"
Casey stares strangely as Tabitha's voice echoed. "Riiiight…"
"Okay fine, I'm calm. I'll ignore that you hung up on me… Where are you guys right now?" Tabitha inquires.
"Well, we're uhhhhh-" Casey grunted as she bumped yet again into another person.
"Here we go!" Travis predicted rolling his head to the side, slapping his arms against his sides.
"Oh man…" Sam rolls his eyes as Dean hit the ground.
"Shit!" Dean yelled as the hot coffee poured into his lap.
"Hellooo… I swear if you hang up on me ag-" Tabitha starts as Casey shut her phone, cutting her off.
Casey stared down at Dean, holding her phone in her hand. "So. Do ya know how to watch where you're going or do you just enjoy running into people and ruining their conversations?" She stares with her chocolate eyes annoyed.
Standing up quickly, Dean smacked his leather jacket clean of the coffee. He glares from the wet material to Casey, "What! Oh, I'm sorry, should I roll out the red carpet for you or would you rather your Bitchmobile?"
Casey was horror-struck, wide eyed and mouth agape. Travis stares at Dean dumbfounded, he'd never heard anyone talk to Casey like that before… well, he'd never heard anyone talk to Casey like that before and LIVE.
Casey shakes her head, "What!"
"Here we go…" Sam sighs rolling his eyes.
"Oh man…" Travis quivered as Casey clinched her fists.
Dean motions to his spilled coffee, "You made me spill burning coffee all over myself and you get mad at me and tell me to watch where I'm going?!"
"Uhhh yeah!" Casey scoffs.
"Uhhh no!" Dean scoffs.
"Are you mocking me?" Casey stares stunned at Dean.
"I wouldn't dream of mocking you…" Dean sardonically responds, "I mock people that would deserve the privilege."
"You're treading…" Casey warns.
"On thin ice. My thoughts exactly!" Dean nods in agreement, irritably.
Getting between the two, Sam pushed Dean backwards, "Dude, chill out… it was an accident!"
"Yeah sure, it would've been nice and peachy if she didn't blame me!" Dean grumbled dropping his arm against his side.
Grabbing Dean's jacket, Sam started pulling him, "excuse us."
"Yeah, you better walk away!" Casey threatened.
"You're lucky he's holding me back you ho!" Dean shouts.
Mouths gapping wide open, Sam and Travis were speechless at Dean's remark while Casey on the other hand was boiling over.
"Dean!" Sam barks.
"Okay, let's go see how Howie's doing!" Travis nods grabbing Casey to pull her the opposite direction as Dean and Sam. "Maybe she's calm again! Maybe the mass-murdering Assassin Master won't go postal and murder a man in the street of New York our first day here!" He chuckles nervously before looking around and continuing to drag Casey.
"Your ass is mine!" Casey threatened over Travis as he pulled her.
Dean lifts his arms tauntingly, "Let me know when there's an opening in your schedule and when I can come find you on your corner!"
"Dean!" Sam exasperates staring at him shocked.
"Did he just call you a prosti-" Travis quickly stopped himself, "never mind!" He turns to continue with Casey.
"I'm not a whore buddy! And even if I were I wouldn't stoop low enough to ever give you a round!" Casey spat.
Dean scoffs, "Thank God, I don't wanna end up with herpes!" He shouted angrily.
"Dean!" Sam gasps.