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Post by ruby on Oct 13, 2009 13:31:50 GMT 8
Allix ran her hand across about three CD'S and hauled them to the front seat with her.
Gripping her back Allix groaned loudly. ‘Whoo, that was painful.’ She was glad to be sitting normally again. She slid a CD into the player and smiled when the car was filled with 'Bad to the Bone' by George Thorogood. She was lost in her singing for a while until she saw Bobby signal to pull over and she followed close behind the Impala.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 13, 2009 13:35:27 GMT 8
They drove for an hour without incident until Dean watched Bobby put on his turn signal and pull into the Gas-N-Shop. ‘The hell's he doin?’
Sam woke up just long enough to see what Dean was talking about. ‘Hmm? I d'know.’
‘Yeah, don't mind me Sam. You just keep on sleepin'.’ , knowing he needed it after last nigh and Dean turned off following Bobby. A quick glance in his review mirror confirmed that Allix had pulled off as well.
Dean pulled up to the right side of Bobby, with Allix on the right side of him.
‘Hey Bobby, whatcha doin'?’
‘I need gas. You guys go ahead, you know the way. I'll catch up.’
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Post by ruby on Oct 13, 2009 13:39:06 GMT 8
Allix was too far away to hear their conversation, especially over the roar of their engines. She leaned out her window closer to the Impala, to make sure she was heard. ‘What's goin' on?’
Sam grunted in his sleep at her. She just rolled her eyes at him while awaiting somebody’s answer. Allix couldn’t care less who answered her, as long as somebody shed some light on what was going on.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 13, 2009 13:42:17 GMT 8
Thinking of grabbing something to eat, Dean was about to get out but then he heard Allix’s voice faintly. Dean leaned over a still sleeping Sam. ‘Bobby needs gas, he's gonna meet us there.’
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Post by ruby on Oct 13, 2009 13:45:52 GMT 8
Allix saw this as a chance to quench her thirst for speed without risking punishment or a lecture from her uncle. She smiled so big it had to have reached her ears, but when she saw Bobby turn around she quickly dropped the smile and just nodded before he caught on and decided to ruin her fun.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 13, 2009 13:49:03 GMT 8
Waving off to Bobby, Dean pulled out of the station, knowing Allix would be following behind and he sighed as he put his music on, quiet though so not to disturb Sam as he slept.
He knew why he made the deal, he just couldn’t tell Sam. He couldn’t live with Sam dead, but now Sam was going to live with Dean Dead in one year. But if all things went well then he would still have Allix as a hunting partner, but still, Dean knew one thing.
He didn’t want anyone else dying any more.
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Post by ruby on Oct 13, 2009 13:50:53 GMT 8
About a mile down the road Allix glanced in the rear view mirror to confirm that Bobby wasn’t behind her and as track nine faded and the first strains of 'Mississippi Queen' by Mountain started, Allix chuckled. ‘Perfect song for a race.’
Allix stepped on the gas, checked her mirror again and slid into the left lane to pull up along side Dean. ‘How bout we see what that car can really do?!’ she yelled out her open window to Dean and raised her eyebrows in a dare.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 1, 2009 19:48:42 GMT 8
Dean scoffed at her. ‘You gotta be shittin' me!’ She didn't answer, just raised her eyebrows at him in a dare. Dean shook his head. ‘I'll blow your tires off, Sweetheart!’
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Post by ruby on Nov 1, 2009 19:59:23 GMT 8
Allix gave him a sly smile. ‘Tell you what, you blow anything off this car...and I'll blow you!’
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 1, 2009 20:33:40 GMT 8
Dean's eyes shot wide. Sure, he'd had countless offers for blow jobs, hell at least 2 in each state, maybe more, but none of those volunteers were nineteen year-olds with foster dads that Dean knew good and well could dismember him, and hide his body where no one would ever find it.
A sudden vision of Allix on her knees flashed through his head. Dean swallowed and squirmed against his now tight jeans…But then again how would Bobby know...Whoa! All right, how do I get outta this?
‘What's with all the blow-job offers, got a fantasy bout me?’
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Post by ruby on Nov 1, 2009 20:50:28 GMT 8
Allix stared for a second, wide eyed as her smile fell. Damn, she hoped she wasn’t being that transparent, but then again that was her goal. Her thoughts spun, she wanted him to know she was interested, but she didn’t want him to think she was desperate for him…even if she did feel a little desperate around him sometimes. She was here to make Dean suffer for what he had done to her. She shivered slightly again when she heard his voice again that day he scared her beyond the boundaries.
‘The day you turn twenty,’
‘Doesn’t matter cause you cant beat me,’
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