Unconventional | D.W. SPN

Chapter 2

Dean drove for miles without stopping unless it was to fill up the car or to take care of his needs. She didn't have to worry about hers and rejected food when he offered it. One of the pluses of being a demon, they didn't need to sleep, eat, or go to the bathroom. Those were just things she liked to indulge in. After 8 hours of driving, she grew a little worried. She wondered where they were going but wasn't sure if asking would upset him. She was also a little bored but didn't want to risk her life for entertainment. Instead, she hummed quietly to the music playing and watched the landscape to pass the time.

Dean kept driving until they found another small town and stopped at an old motel. She stayed in the car while he went to check in, looking around in curiosity. Verity picked Bartlett for its small size. She didn't plan to check out other places until people questioned why she wasn't aging. Only then was she going to move locations. So the world was still fairly new to her, even after a few years. They were stopped in Minnesota, although she wasn't sure where. She was slightly startled out of her thoughts when he returned with a room key in hand. She made sure to move carefully. Knowing he could feel threatened if she moved wrong.

She could feel him watching her from his peripheral vision, eyes tracking her every move. She set her bag on the bed farthest from the door and sat down on it. Even at her house, he always had a thing with being closest to the door. So with that knowledge, she hoped that by giving him the bed closest to the door would ease him somewhat. She sat on her bed and watched as he salted the windows and doors. She didn't feel bothered by it. She knew it was a common practice among hunters for their own safety. Even if it was at her cost. She waited some more, patient as he finished his thorough checking. When he was finished, he turned and stared at her. She was slightly tense, unsure of what she was supposed to do. But waited to see what his reaction was.

He said nothing, simply turned towards his bag, and dug through it. She cleared her throat, "So, why are we here?" Without turning to look at her he replied, "A case." Which left silence to fill the air again as he grabbed clothes and took off towards the bathroom. She sighed as he closed the door. The tension was almost suffocating. She turned to her bag, picking out a book she thankfully had the hindsight to grab. It was called The Giver by Lois Lowry. It was one of her favorites. The spine was creased and cracked from the countless times of use. She dug into the story as if it was her first time reading it, even though she already knew the ending.

She was so enraptured and mesmerized that she didn't even realize she had an audience. She had gotten into 3 chapters by now and had no intentions of stopping. She completely ignored Dean as he went about his nightly routine. Which suited him just fine. She reluctantly put the book down when he called for lights out. She wasn't going to alert him that she didn't need sleep to function. Figuring that maybe if he believed that she needed it as he did, then he would feel more at ease at night.

The next morning started with her continuation of reading as he slept on. The early dawn light helped her see the pages. It was only 6 am, and she concluded that it would be best if she stayed inside the room until he woke up. But as the hour passed and 6 became 7, she pursed her lips in contemplation. She could go grab breakfast and be back quickly. He would probably wake up at 8, which is enough time. Having decided, she nudged the salt out of the doorway and explored the town.

It was pretty quiet which, being the early morning, was a given. She found a nice dinner that had a to-go option and placed an order. She went back to their room, happy at the quick transaction, and was met with an angry Dean. All she could think in her head was 'Ah damn, shoulda left a note.' before she was dragged inside the room, the door slammed behind her with salt replaced. Knowing what he was going to say and figuring that if this behavior continued for the remaining time he'd drag her around in the supernatural world, then she needed to put her foot down a bit.