Family Road Trip
"Wait!" Dean called to the demon.
The demon smirked. "That's what I thought. So, you ready to make a deal?"
Dean clenched his fists, fully realizing what a huge mistake he was making. But this was for Sam. He'd make this mistake for his little brother over and over. "Lets get this over with."
Whoa, big boy. Slow down. We aren't done negotiating, yet."
Deans face twisted in confusion. "What are you talking about? I thought the deal was one year for Sam's life? You can't possibly want any less time for me!" He was already getting such a short time...
"Yeah, well, I'm going to need a little more than just your soul." The demon shrugged, like she wasn't holding his life in her hands.
Dean wanted to scream.'"What more do you want from me?"
The demon smiled again, and Dean wished he could strangle her right there. She was toying with him. She knew how desperate he was. She knew she could ask him for the world, and he'd give it to her.
"Oh, nothing, sweetheart. That would just be cruel. I don't need anything... not from you."
"I've been looking through all my resources, guys. I can't find anything." Bobby slammed shut his book. He had been up all night, reading through what little books he had managed to take. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. He hadn't found anything for Megan, or Dean.
"That's why we need to get to Megan's house." Dean sighed. "That's where we were heading before we found you."
"It does make sense," Sam had to admit. "We need to figure out more about Megan. More than she can tell us herself." Sam wasn't entirely sure that they'd find anything, but it was their only shot.
Bobby nodded. "I'm inclined to agree. It's a smart plan. Should we hit the road, then?"
"Yeah, as soon as possible. I don't know how much shit you have, Bobby. We may wanna take two cars, but we only have yours."
"I can take care of that, I think."
Bobby pulled up to the house in a red Honda.
"Nice job, Bobby." Dean grinned, walking out with Sam and Megan.
"Thanks," Bobby got out of the car, leaning against the door. "She'll need fuel, soon. So will my truck over there. It's hard to come by, though. We'll be lucky to find any for a while."
"We already packed your stuff into the truck, Bobby. So you can drive that one with someone, and the other two will take the Honda." Sam explained.
"Good. Dean's coming with me."
Deans eyes widened and he pointed to himself, incredulously. "Me? Why?"
"What, you don't wanna ride with me or somethin'?" Bobby crossed his arms. He needed to talk to the kid. He wanted to get into his head, and figure out what was going on, since it was nothing good. He could tell that he was hiding something.
"No... no that's fine..." Dean answered. He didn't mind... he had just wanted some alone time with Megan. Not for anything likethat... he just wanted to patch things up with her; make sure they were still good.
"Good. You kids ready? Let's get the hell outta here."
Sam and Megan led the way, since Megan knew best where to go. They had months of road to backtrack, and they had to do it quickly. Luckily, this time they had an actual destination, and much more motivation.
"So..." Megan started, awkwardly. "Bobby's nice. He seems like a good guy."
"The best." Sam smiled. "We used to go over to his house a lot, Dean and I. He treated us like normal kids, you know what I mean? Not... hunters. Not when we didn't need to, anyway."
Megan looked behind them to the truck. Bobby was staring straight ahead, straight faced, but Dean was grinning. He was good for them, Megan figured. She was glad they had some happy memories to tell her, rather than the normal ones. And she was extra glad they found him again.
She turned back to the dash. "Dean seems to like him a lot. He's never talked about anyone so highly... other than you, of course."
Sam thought his words out carefully. "He always took a... special interest in Dean, I guess. I mean, he was great to me, of course. But... I guess Dean needed the extra attention, you know? He didn't have anyone constantly worrying over him, and paying attention to him. I had Dean."
In the car behind them, Bobby was worrying about Dean. "Boy, it's in everyone's best interest to be up front with me. There is something on your mind that your not telling me."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, Bobby. I told you about my deal. You really think I have any worse secrets?"
"I don't care if it's worse... but it's written all over your face. I can read you just as easy I could your daddy."
Dean turned away, and Bobby took it as a sign. "Is that what this is about? John?"
"No, Bobby. It's not. I told you, I'm fine. I can't believe I'm stuck in this moving therapy office." Dean muttered the last part.
Bobby sighed. He wasn't going to get to Dean, no matter how hard he tried. The kid had always been private. He just hoped that whatever Dean was hiding wasn't going to come back and bite them all in the end.
"What do you mean, not from me?"
The demons eyes were gleaming. She strutted towards him, running her fingers down his arm. "It means, I'm already taking your soul. And your brothers already dead... what else do you even have to loose?"
Dean clenched his jaw, moving away slightly at her touch. "Then what do you want, bitch?" He spoke through his teeth.
The demon frowned. "Now, that's no way to talk to a lady. Especially not the lady who's about to save your brothers life." She paused, taking him in. "Listen closely, Dean Winchester. This is the only offer you're going to get."