Family Don't End In Blood

Creep (E)

Dean and I sat in bed, unmoving for a couple hours. No talking, just laying there with each other. Dean never letting go of me until I had finally calmed down.

This past week had taken its toll on me emotionally. Coming to terms about Fred and I's daughter, Claire, and the stress of this Case. I feel guilty for scaring Dean, in clearer thoughts I understand why he jumped to that conclusion.

"Can we talk about it now?" I sheepishly spoke up breaking the silence.

"If you're ready yeah, I'm sorry for yelling. I guess I'm still insecure." He said kissing my head as he pulled me up to face him.

"I miss our house, I know being close to the bunker makes more sense. I'd rather live in there than the house though.  I don't know why I hate it so much. I don't think I really realized it until I broke down last night." I rambled Dean just looking at me.

"I hate that house too. It's too stuffy. Our house in New Orleans was a home, the first one I think I ever had. Sam being right there, the kids, that was home." He said as he ran his thumb over my hand.

"Do you think Cas will be okay with us moving back?" I asked as I curled back into his arms.

"Cas? Yeah, everyone else, who knows." Dean said before laying back down with me.

By morning we both felt a lot better. We got dressed and hopped into the car homing to be home by the end of the day. It was about 5 am so it wasn't an unrealistic goal.

Dean and I both tend to drive way too fast on those long stretches of highway. Somewhere just outside of Kansas I was doing just that when we saw blue lights behind us. I was doing about 100 in a 75. 

I carefully slowed down pulling over on the stretch of dirt lining the road. Dean just kept glaring at me trying to figure out what my plan was. Carefully I pulled out my badge, Dean nodding in agreement.

"License and registration, do you know why I pulled you over?" The officer said glaring through his mirrored sunglasses.

"Yes officer, we're on our way to a kidnapping case right outside of Lebanon. Agents Prince and Presley, we're with the behavioral analysis unit." I said handing him out badges as he pulled down his sunglasses.

"Mind if I call your superiors?" He asked handing me back out badges.

I handed him a card that would lead to Sam's dedicated number. Everyone knew the drill, kidnapping was our go to if we were in between cases.

"Hello this is officer derricks with the   Stillwater sheriff's department calling to ask about the status of two of your agents, a Diane prince and Aron Presley." We heard him speak as he took a step away from the car.

Within a couple minutes he returned to the window with an aggravated face. He put his phone away and stared at us a minute.

"Don't let me catch you again." Was all he said before letting us go. 

Dean sighing a breath of relief before I pulled out. He hated interacting with cops. And I don't blame him with his history.

"Sam is going to give us crap when we get home." Dean said laughing with a sigh of relief.

I just nudged him playfully before waiting a few miles to floor it again making Dean roll his eyes. We were back home in around three hours. Sam walking out to meet us with a fake scolding look.

"100 in a 70 Sloane, shame shame." He said as we stepped out of the car.

"Yeah yeah yeah." I said annoyed before hugging him. "Me and Dean need to talk with you for a minute."