Demon Blood: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 17: If Only One Remembers to Turn on the Light

An eagle trotted along a deserted gray asphalt road, flicking its head back and forth in a search for food. It felt the ground beneath it vibrate and it took off in a flurry of wings, very closely missing two cars that came roaring down the way, stereos blasting classic rock. The drivers were mouthing along to the words enthusiastically and the passengers were sitting with grudging smiles on their faces.

If one were standing on the side of the road watching, they would see the passenger of the red car disappear and appear in the backseat of the black car, and then return. A normal person would probably think that they were delusional. To the three others in the cars, it had become an expected happening. Instead of connecting a cell phone between the cars and wasting battery and minutes, Reyna had agreed to be the messenger when they could not hear each other through the open windows.

Although currently, Mallory and Dean had resorted to making faces at each other. Mallory sent Dean a bitchface, Dean retaliated with a look of fake repulsion. Leaning back, Reyna and Sam shared exasperated eye contact, but did not intervene.

Well, nearly.

Reyna grabbed Mallory's phone from the glove compartment and raised it up slightly above the window, pointing the camera so Dean was centered in the shot. The next he face Mallory gave him, one of dramatic fake hurt, was replied by Dean rolling his eyes and contorting his mouth into a grotesque sneer.

With that face in the screen, snap- Reyna took a picture.

"Reyna! Is that my phone?" Mallory asked, leaning over to pluck her phone out of Reyna's hand. Reyna slapped her hand away and moved the phone out of reach. She began to text on it, and Mallory let go of the wheel for one second to jump on Reyna, keeping her eyes on the basically straight road while she wrestled the phone from Reyna's hand. Finally, after a bit of slapping and reaching, Mallory grabbed the phone. She sat up, took a long drink of water, looked at the screen, and promptly spit the water out all over her steering wheel.

She handed the phone back to Reyna. "Keep going on this. It's hilarious."

"What are you two doing?" Dean called oved accusingly. They shook their heads, and soon after, Dean's phone dinged, signaling a text message. "Sammy, you wanna get that?"

Sam picked up the phone and looked at it. He, too, burst out laughing.

"Gimme that." Dean muttered darkly, shooting a withering glare at them once again. Unlike Reyna, Sam gave phone right to Dean, who looked at the picture and muttered "Friggin' bitches."

Reyna smiled cheekily and he threw his leftover french fry paper at her.

"I will get you back for that!" he yelled, kicking Sam in the leg. "Stop laughing!"

They only laughed harder. Dean had to suppose it was kind of funny, but definitely low. He let out a reluctant chuckle.

First the KICK ME, then the picture; this was turning into a full-on war. Since Sam and Dean had made the sign and Mallory and Reyna the picture, the teams were decided. Brothers versus best friends. The war had begun.

There was half an hour until the gas stop. They had driven the entire day and were nearly in Idaho, but both cars were getting low on gas. Half an hour. Perfect time to formulate plans. Harsh whispers were exchanged, ideas were bounced around, elaborate plans formulated. For a while, the impeding weight of the apocalypse had lifted.

They pulled into the gas station right as the clock struck 7:27. Mallory, Reyna, Sam, and Dean all jumped out to fill up the cars, go to the washroom, stock up on various road snacks and commodities (water, chips, energy bars, and in their case, prank materials), and just walk around and stretch after the long drive. Overall, they spent about an hour at the station before deciding to hit the road again. After all, they had limited time before Onith was on the move again, going from Idaho to who-knows-where?