With Fire & Fury || Dean Winchester

7. Childhood Homes.

Riley inhaled the rich aroma of the coffee in her hands and sighed happily. The weather was warm, and Riley enjoyed the sounds of nature as she walked back to the motel they were currently staying in. There was an unusual spring in her step as she opened the motel door and stepped inside. 

"Morning boys," Riley grinned as she hung up her jacket on the back of the door. 

"You're unusually happy for someone who got attacked by a swarm of bugs less than a week ago," Dean said, scrolling through Sam's laptop. 

"You're your usual grumpy self for a lonely man with no hobby," Riley smirked. She sat opposite him at the table. 

Sam was sitting on the bed, drawing in a sketchpad. 

"Well, when you live a life like mine, you soon realise there's not much to be happy about," Dean rolled his eyes. 

"Poor you," Riley pouted sarcastically. "Well, I don't live your life, and I do have something to be happy about." 

"I hate to break it to you, Princess, but you are living my life right now," Dean said, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen. "And why are you so happy?" 

"Since when do you care about what's going on with me?" Riley raised a brow. 

"I don't, but if you're going to be this annoying all day, I at least deserve to know why," Dean said. 

"Well, if you must know, when I was getting coffee, I bumped into an old friend, and he's invited me for dinner tomorrow night," Riley grinned. 

Dean finally looked up at her. His expression was unreadable, and Riley wondered how he was going to react. 

"You realise the rule about cutting ties with people applies to you too now?" Dean raised a brow. 

"Since when?" Riley exclaimed. 

"Since you became a target and joined us as a hunter," Dean said calmly. 

"I'm not a hunter, and Sam still has friends," Riley argued. 

"He has you," Dean rolled his eyes. 

"I'm not cutting ties with George. He's a good friend. Besides, it's one dinner," Riley said stubbornly. 

"Need I remind you what happened in the dorm with that Kyle kid?" Dean raised a brow. 

"George isn't going to attack me," Riley said. 

"How do you know?" Dean said, looking at her pointedly. 

"Why are you so against me going?" Riley said firmly, leaning forward. 

"I don't care what you do, but I'm telling you it's a bad idea," Dean shook his head. "For whatever reason, you're wanted by the demons, and they won't stop until they get you. If they find out about George, which I'm betting they will, they'll use him to get to you." 

Riley looked down at her coffee. She knew Dean was right. She couldn't risk George being possessed or harmed by demons for her own sake. 

"Alright," She sighed. "You're right. I'll text him and cancel." 

"Since when do you agree with me that easily?" Dean said, looking back down at the laptop screen. 

"Since George could get hurt if I meet him," Riley said quietly. 

Dean sighed, and his facial features softened. "It sucks, but it's for the best. You can't get close to people in this job." 

Riley nodded her head and pulled out her phone. She sent a text to George claiming there was a change of plan, and she had to leave town tonight. He replied quickly, asking to rearrange for a later date, and Riley promised she'd get back to him soon. She let out a sigh and put her phone away again. Sam suddenly raced over to the table, slamming his sketch book down on the table.