The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 18. For a Moment I Forgot Gravity

"Entrance to Indianapolis is under road work." Sam informed Dean of the road conditions on the way to Pittsburgh he found on useful app containing information about road work, accidents and police patrol's locations.

"Well, where do I go then?"

"We don't know for how long the road work will slow our driving, if you turn for Louisville, we'll drive an hour longer."

"Okay, do I turn or go straight?"

"I don't know, you're the driver."

"Damn it, Sam, I gotta turn soon if I'm going to turn, make up your mind!"

"I don't know you decide."

"Jesus Christ just tell me something, if we want to avoid road work I have to turn now!"

"Just turn, oh my God!" Niamh yelled from the back seat, making Dean suddenly turn to the right, Niamh's body went flying to the left. "Now, was that hard?"

"Shut up you." Dean groaned, earning a mocking expression from Niamh which he saw in the rear-view mirror.

"We're only 7 hours into the road trip, chill out."

"I said shut up and pass me those cookies you're secretly trying to eat."

"You bitch, how did you—"

"I could hear every crumb that fell to the floor. You know you're going to clean that up."

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are, with your mouth."

"Gross."

"Guys, we'll be in Louisville in three hours or more, we can get some rest there."

"There ain't no rest for the wicked, Sam." Dean joked and switched the radio to the song he referenced.

"It's going to be midnight once we get to Louisville, you can't drive for 16 hours, Dean."

"I could drive, but Dean won't let me."

"I'd rather die," Dean argued, looking back at Niamh. "Fine, we'll get a room once we pass Louisville. Now, where's my cookie?"

***

Niamh took her beer bottle and left the boys inside the motel room. Midnight sky clouded the stars, allowing only the moon to light the dark parking lot. Taking a deep breath, Niamh welcomed a chilly air inside her lungs. She let the breath out slowly, and for those several seconds, a feeling of gratitude warmed her insides.

"Boo." Niamh turned to the sound echoing in her ear, lifting the bottle and aiming it at the intruder of her peace. The glass missed the broad figure by an inch, shattering on the ground. "Ay, it's me," Dean yelled, defending himself from getting anymore sudden punches from Niamh.

"Are you insane? I could've killed you," Niamh screamed, holding her forehead and breathing out of her puckered lips.

"Look what you've done to your beer," Dean whined over the broken bottle on the ground, kicking the pieces of glass along the pavement.

"Are you really bothered by a spilled beer right now?"

"Yes, it was one of the more expensive ones. Lucky for you, I brought another one." Dean twisted the cap off and handed Niamh a new bottle with a smile on his face. "Nice sweater." His eyes travelled along Niamh's body, stopping his gaze on the piece of dark green fabric hugging her body.

"This old piece of shit?" Niamh joked, stretching the sweater Dean gifted her by the hem.

"Rude." Dean narrowed his eyes and leaned on the hood of his car. "Whatcha doing out?"