Stranger

Chapter 2

Nevaeh is just about finished packing. Hair products, hygiene products, 5 pairs of shoes, a bag full of clothes, and-

"Ooh, this is sexy."

Nevaeh whips her head around just as Dean bends down to pick up some red lingerie off the floor. Nevaeh stampedes over to him and smacks his hand. "No touching," she says, and yanks it out of his hand. Dean holds his hands up as if surrendering. "Alright, alright," he chuckles.

Nevaeh shoves her bag into his chest. "I'm ready." She clears her throat and turns abruptly to grab her next bag and Dean smirks.

It's not that she's embarrassed, Nevaeh doesn't get embarrassed because of things like lingerie and sex. It's just that it's a bit awkward, especially with knowing how they left things 6 years ago. Nevaeh feels like she could talk to Dean about anything, just not things like relationships and sex. Because then that conversation would lead to many more conversations that she would rather not have with Dean. Or at least, not right now.

Nevaeh grabs her bag and walks out of the room, and Dean follows, catching up to her with just two steps.

"So, what you gonna tell your boyfriend?"

Nevaeh looks at him with a side glance and grabs her coat off of her coat rack. "What, you been stalking me or somethin'?"

Dean shrugs. "That, or," he jabs his thumb towards her room, "I made some connections, and I don't think you'd just have lingerie lying around just for kicks."

Nevaeh shrugs, "fair enough." If she was being completely honest, she hadn't even thought about what she was going to tell Theo. She doesn't want to lie to him, but she also doesn't want him to know the truth about this part of herself that she's kept hidden.

Nevaeh pulls out her phone from her back pocket and begins texting Theo.

Hey babe, something's come up, so I'll be away with a family friend. I don't really know how long, but I'll keep you updated. Love you!

Nevaeh slides her phone into her back pocket and opens the front door. She's met with cold air hitting her face, and the shining moonlight from the night sky hitting the black car in front of her. She squints and tilts her head slightly. The 1967 Chevy impala. She practically breaks her neck to look at Dean.

"He let you drive baby?" She gapes.

He grins and winks. "Have." He says. "She's all mine now." He taps the hood of the car.

Nevaeh lifts an eyebrow, astounded. "What the hell did you do to get him to agree to that?"

He shrugs. "He gave it to me for my birthday."

"Hm." She hums. If John is still anything like how she remembered when she first met him, that's a bit hard to believe. After speaking two words to the guy, she decided that she didn't really like him.

She shoves her bags into the back seat and gets into the passenger seat. A distinct smell of leather and whiskey hits her nose. Her eyes follow Dean as he walks to the driver side and gets in the car.

As soon as Dean gets in, he wastes no time turning on the radio, and Bon Jovi's "livin' on a prayer" blasts from it. The corner of Nevaeh's mouth turned upward. "6 years and your taste in music still hasn't gotten any better," she says, having to raise her voice just a bit for Dean to hear her over the music. She looks over at Dean, who's smiling, and he glances over at her before looking back at the road. He turns the radio up louder and Nevaeh rolls her eyes, suppressing a smile.

She hums along for a while before turning it down, and Dean sides eyes her. "The hell are you doing?"

"Bon Jovi can wait," she says, "what can't wait is what we should actually be focused on right now."