Dean & Ruby

[Dean Winchester]

Dean chuckled and slapped Sam on the back. ‘Yeah, and I’m gonna ask it again, Sammy…who was that masked chick?’ Dean pulled a face and smiled. ‘Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?’
Sam shook his head, Dean was so damn irritating. ‘Three demons Dean…’
‘Ahh’
‘…at once.’ Sam added exasperated.
Dean smirked and nudged Allix. ‘Hey, whatever it takes to get you though the night, pal.’ he laughed.

[ruby]

Allix chuckled along with Dean.
Sam rolled his eyes at them. ‘Yeah, well, if you want a really troubling question, I got one for you.’
Allix giggled, and punched Sam playfully in the arm. ‘What’s that?’
Sam was sober and his eyes moved from Allix then to his brother. ‘If we let out the Seven Deadly Sins, what else did we let out?’
Allix clenched her jaw. ‘Truthfully, it's not somethin' I'm dying to figure out either.’

[Dean Winchester]

Suddenly serious, Dean lit a match. ‘You’re right. That is troubling.’ He stared at the flame for a moment, lost in its light before he tossed the glowing matchbook into the grave. As the corpse’s began to burn, Dean moved back from the heat of the fire and toward the Impala. He glanced at Allix as he thought. ‘So how're we gonna swing this?’

[ruby]

Allix cocked her head in mock thought. ‘Hmm, you can be on top. I'm not really picky about positions. Size on the other hand…’ She watched to see what reaction Dean would have to her words and listened as Sam stifled a laugh.

[Dean Winchester]

Her words made Dean choke on his own breath. Dean cleared his throat. ‘That's not what I meant.’ She wasted no time in her response, she was quick and that made Dean have a smile; she would be fun to have around, someone he could pick on instead of Sam going all huffy on him when he did things like that.

[ruby]

‘Exactly.’ Allix said and crossed her arms, looking innocently up at Dean as she smiled, tilting her head to the side when she realised that they had stopped moving.

[Dean Winchester]

What struck him even more was that he had no idea what the hell she was talking about anymore. ‘Huh?’ he was so confused by what the conversation was about that he simply raised an eyebrow and his hands fell from his pockets as he tried to wrap his mind about what this girl was thinking of; maybe she wouldn’t be as much fun as he thought.

[ruby]

Allix was having fun confusing him until he really had no idea, so just sighed. ‘You asked me a half-assed question; I gave you a half-assed answer.’ and she was in no way going to hide the smirk on her face.

[Dean Winchester]

Sam was now loosing his battle with trying to keep his laughter contained. Dean noticed and turned and glared at Sam. ‘Shut up, Samantha.’ He turned back to Allix, trying to act calm. He wasn't going to let her get the better of him. ‘How was that a half-assed question?’

[ruby]

She took a step toward him. ‘Because it could've meant, like five different things, and you didn't specify which.’ She didn't mention the fact that she loved seeing him in 'hot water.' The smell of the burning flesh filled her nose and she gagged slightly. Still not use to that as-fresh-a smell of burning bodies. She kept it hidden though and smiled at ‘Samantha’

[Dean Winchester]

Dean scoffed at her and took another step forward towards her as well, staring at her hard in eyes. ‘Okay, smartass. How 'bout this? How are we gonna swing the car situation, are you gonna be taggin' along with us, or followin' in your car?’ He saw her gag slightly, but she was hiding it. He gave a small smile of concern, knowing that the smell was bad but she would have to get used to it in a hunting life, burning flesh and bones was kinda their specialty. He gazed down at her. She must be used to it, two years by herself, but either way, it took a lot to get used to.

[ruby]

Allix hadn't really thought about that. She bit her lip in thought. ‘Well, it would make more sense to just go with you guys, I guess. But there's no way I'm leaving my car here.’ She looked at Dean waiting for him to make a decision, but then said, ‘Well, I can take my car to Bobby's and you can follow me there if you want. I mean I got time to pack anyway right before you guys kick me out?’
The last bit of their conversation made its way to Bobby's ears as he walked over. ‘No.’
Allix almost shivered at the tone of his voice, but instead settled on flinging her arms in the air. ‘What?’
Bobby crossed his arms and levelled his eyes on Allix. If she thought for one second she was going to get away with what she was planning, it could be that night of her accident all over again… ‘You know what.’
Bobby cocked his head to Allix before turning to Dean, the look in his eyes leaving no room for argument. ‘I lead, you follow.’ Bobby motioned to his niece. ‘She picks up the back.’ Allix's eyes shot wide and her jaw dropped, she couldn't believe Bobby wouldn't just let it go this once. ‘Come on, Bobby; Dad.’

[Dean Winchester]

Dean couldn't figure it out and turned his attention to Bobby. ‘Afraid she'll get lost or somethin'?’
‘No. Afraid she'll run herself into a ditch doin' 105, or flip her car and be dead before we can catch up to her.’
Dean sighed. He couldn't picture a driver that neither Bobby nor he could keep up with, but he wasn't going to argue with Bobby.
Bobby turned and gave Allix the 'No arguments' look, which made her simply growl in return.
Dean surrendered as well and walked to the Impala with Sam

[ruby]

Allix slid behind the wheel of her 65 Mustang and sighed as she heard the other two cars start. She watched as Bobby pulled out of the drive, closely followed by the Impala. She sat for a minute to clear her head and calm herself. ‘Why is Uncle Bobby always treating me like a baby? Haven’t seen him for tow years and its as if I never left.’ She groaned and banged her head against her headrest before turning the key and gunning the engine. She felt calmer as the rumble of the engine washed through her.
She shifted into first gear, spun the tires and sped out of the driveway wondering how long it would take her to catch the Impala. As soon as she was on the main road, she pressed the clutch and shifted smoothly into 2nd then 3rd. She caught up with the Impala in no time.
Allix drove for a few minutes, pressing the search button on the radio repeatedly without finding anything to suit her mood. She needed something to occupy her and with no one to talk to, she figured one of her mix CDs would be perfect.
She pulled her left knee up to steer while she leaned over to search the glove box and passenger foot well, but she came up empty handed. She glanced into the back seat and saw three CDs on the edge of the backseat. With a curse a sailor would be proud of, she supported her weight with her left arm and just managed to keep enough of her boot on the gas pedal to maintain her speed. She leaned her upper back over the top of the seat and ended up steering with her left foot.
((ok impossible I know, but I had a dream bout it XD))

[Dean Winchester]

Dean hated the image of Sam's hurt face that was lingering in his head. He sighed, Sam's words still echoing in his head. ‘How could you make that deal, Dean?’ [/i]
Dean shook his head, deciding to concentrate on the road. Looking in his rear view mirror Dean suddenly had to keep himself from laughing. ‘Look at this shit.’
Sam was actually shocked to hear Dean's voice, considering how quiet he'd been since they left. ‘Hmm?’
Dean nodded his head toward the rear view mirror he was watching with interest, letting that be his only answer.
Sam turned around and saw Allix sprawled mostly into the backseat, still watching the road, driving with her foot no less. He scoffed and turned around. ‘Looks like Bobby was right, this girl is dangerous behind the wheel of a moving object.’
‘Not necessarily.’
Sam just shot Dean one of his 'are you serious' looks waiting for him to explain.
‘What? You can't tell me she isn't drivin' pretty good like that.’ He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the back seat emphasizing his point before continuing. ‘Besides, do you see any other cars on the road except us three?
Sam sighed while gripping the bridge of his nose trying to stave off the headache Dean was starting to cause. ‘Thank God you haven't reproduced.’
Dean smirked at how easy Sam handed this one to him. ‘Hey, you don't know that.’ He stopped and gave it some thought before cocking his head to the side
slightly. ‘Neither do I for that matter.’
((uhuh, your dreams are weird. Lol.))