GOD'S BLESSING ( dean winchester.. ) ✔

o3. the floor is lava..

"Favorite color!" Rita exclaimed.

Dean immediately scrunched his nose, "Who do you take me for? I don't have favorite colors." His huff wiped the slate clean for Rita's hyped and it build the silence over the purr of the engine.

He was a relaxed driver, not only because he loved and trusted the car, but also due to the many years behind the wheel that would paint Dean quite the experienced man in this field. So only one wrist was draped over the steering wheel. His right hand rested on the gear changer, though there would be no need to move it any time soon.

Rita was just as relaxed, but as a co-pilot. Upon presenting the idea to go "de-haunt" her car, Sam made it clear, unexpectedly, that he wished to sit this one out. Dean seemed disheartened, but not surprised, yet despite feeling as if she was doing something wrong, Rita started to loosen up during the drive.

A few hours ago, she made herself comfortable by taking off her shoes and tucking her feet under herself, then, proceeding to play a game of questions that Dean never agreed to, but tagged along either way.

"What's your favorite color?" Dean asked. He kept his eyes on the road, even though he was happy to glimpse, from their corner, at how tainted with joy Rita's smile was at his unexpected inquiry.

He may have acted though all the time, but Rita started enjoying seeing how much softness she could bring out. "Definitely green."

"Like those trees?" He nodded towards the few decorating the side of the road so that when and if snow storms happen, the empty fields would keep that blizzard to themseleves. Funnily, though the idea of a natural shield was good, the trees were rarely taken care of and actively dying. Their last worry would be protecting the narrow road.

"No," Rita looked out the window, disheartened by the desolate view of neglected nature. "Not like your eyes either, though they are pretty. More like dark green, the type you see in the deep forest, luminescent, but shadowed. Mysterious and alive."

"How do you know my eyes are green?" Dean was unable to focus on her explanation of the color choice when she dropped such a delicate detail in a casual manner. He usually preferred acting like he didn't care for the small, gentle things his father called "feminine", but Dean was slowly allowing himself some breaks from that pattern.

"I'm not blind you know," Rita huffed a short laugh. Her answer was vague, almost indefinite and it left such a bitter taste on her tongue and on the roof of her mouth.

Her own eyes drifted to look through the window, in the mirror. "Actually," she decided to speak the truth, on a much serious note, "your eyes were the last thing I saw in that barn, when Rowena made you shoot me. It kinda stuck with me, that up-close image."

Dean stole a glance at his side, at her, but even though he opened his mouth to try and say something remotely comforting, Rita changed the subject and returned to her usual smile. "What's your favorite thing about humans?"

"What?" Dean rolled with the change, a change that frankly, made him chuckle in confusion. His attention was back on the road.

"Your entire job is about saving humans, Dean," Rita shifted on her seat to put her back against the door.

"You'll fall out of the car," he pointed out quietly, while the girl just spoke over him.

"It's obvious you do all this for the people, out of duty, so what is that you like about us, humans?"

Confusion irritated him, but for the sake of a nice drive, Dean just tried to laugh it off. "What am I supposed to say...?" In fact, he never thought he was even doing it for people in general, maybe just for the sake of legacy.