You ever notice how much Sam and Dean’s kitchen looks like a morgue?
You’re telling me the MOL didn’t keep dead bodies in those fridges and dissect people on that cold steel table and Sam and Dean didn’t come along and turn their morgue into a kitchen like freaks? Because I beg to differ
Summary: Lillian and Dean have a conversation on the drive to the bunker.
Warnings: Mild spoiler for seasons 8-15
Word count: 812
Song:
bad idea!
A/N: Chapter 2! Hope you enjoy it! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me.
Lillian
“How much further?”
Sam had fallen asleep a while ago so it's just Dean and I. Which isn't terrible, he hasn’t been talking that much. He did have a whole jam fest though, he tried to get me to sing with him but I didn't know the song. He was very offended by that.
“Hello? Earth to Dean Winchester” I swear we’ve been in this car for years. I look at Dean, who’s clearly speeding, making sure that he could hear me.
“What do you want back there?”
“Hey watch your tone mister, I was only asking how much longer?” I saw him glance back at me through the mirror and I swear he had a smile on his face, but I was probably just imagining it.
“This is your twentieth time asking.”
“Can you just tell me?”
“What's the magic word?”
“I'm gonna kill you?”
“No, try again.”
Great, now he's making me smile.
No.
No, he's not.
“Ugh, can you please tell me how much further” I said with as much sass as I could possibly put into it. I heard him chuckle as we turned down a street lined with shops and places to eat. On each side of the street, there was a sidewalk with people walking and talking to their loved ones.
“We’re almost there.” As he answered me I rolled down the window to hear the people walking around us. I pulled my knees to my chest and leaned my head on the side of the car. I could feel the crisp fall air on my face as we drove through the little town. “What are you doing?” Dean asked, whipping his head around.
“...What?“
“You’re feet! Who knows how dirty they are! What were you raised in a barn?” My jaw dropped and a huff of air left my lips--what was that? I guess I found his weakness. I dropped my feet on the floor with a thump.
“Oh my god,” I ask with a chuckling laugh. Dean’s narrowed eyes snapped back at me through the rearview mirror.
“No one messes up baby.”
“Baby?” I said in a teasing tone.
“Shut up.” Dean drawled, “Who needs to watch their tone now?” I let out a little laugh as I turned my head back to the open window. We were now in the middle of nowhere on a road that was falling apart.
“Where are we?” I asked turning back to look at Dean whose eyes were glued to the road.
That's surprising.
He didn't answer me but instead, he pulled the car to a harsh stop, which jolted Sam awake.
“Are we here?” He asked Dean, yawning.
“Yup. C’mon witch, out of the car,” It was so dark that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face.
I'm not going to lie, the dark and I don't get along very well. I have multiple night lights in my apartment. So, naturally, I ran out of the car so fast that I ran straight into Dean, who was walking around the back of the car to follow his brother.
“Jesus girl, why are you in such a rush.” He said gripping my shoulders to hold me still. He was looking down at me. I don't know why I liked the feeling of his hands on me as much as I did.
I wiggled out of his grasp and walked to where I could see Sam's flashlight. He was walking down these steps that led to a big metal door. It looked like a bomb shelter. Dean shuffled past me reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a black key.
Dean unlocked the door and walked in, I followed after him with Sam behind me. As we walked in, I could see how big this place was. It looked pretty cool.
They led me to a room, which was clearly their dungeon. I wasn’t offended by that. I mean I did just try to kill them.
Dean sat me down in a wooden chair and tied my legs down so I couldn't get up. They both started to walk towards the door to leave the room. As Sam walked away, Dean stopped in the doorway and turned to look at me.
“I'll keep the lights on, don't worry.”
“I don't know what you’re talking about,” I said as I sat up straighter in the chair. I tried to keep my voice level.
“Sam used to be scared of the dark.”
How dare he assume that!
…I mean it's true but that's not the point.
He looked at me for a couple more seconds, his eyes lingering on mine, before he walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. A few seconds went by and the distinct clicking sound of the door locking rang through the air.
