Supernatural: The Infernal Book

Sit On My Face

"Like we said," Miles groaned as he and Ryder got into the backseat of the impala. "We're sorry."

"Yeah? You think saying you're sorry would bring you back if those vamps killed you?" Dean challenged as he fired up the car.

"Well...they didn't. Because we kind of slayed," Miles said in a nonchalant voice.

"Besides- now that the vampires are out of the pictures and the girls got away safely, we can head to your friend's place and get the key," Ryder concluded.

"Yeah, and then I can get the two of you out of our hair," Dean fired back with a sarcastic grin.

Sam cleared his throat from the passenger seat. "Why don't we just calm down and collect our thoughts here, okay?"

Dean shrugged. "I want to collect my thoughts over dinner and some pu-"

"Please don't finish that sentence," Sam sighed.

Dean smirked before saying "ssy."

"I'm so sorry on his behalf and mine," Sam said as he looked back at the Remingtons.

"It's fine," Ryder said as he leaned forward. "How far away is Bobby?"

"Couple of hours," Dean answered. "And don't worry about how safe the key is. Like we said earlier- Bobby can handle it, okay?"

"Have you been in touch with him anymore?" Ryder asked.

"I called him earlier," Sam answered. "He said everything was still calm."

"Would he be able to tell you if it suddenly...wasn't calm?" Miles asked.

"You boys don't know Bobby," Dean chuckled as he switched on t he radio. "Old man's tougher than all four of us put together."

"I'd feel better if you checked in with him again," Ryder said in a steady voice, his eyes meeting Dean's in the rearview mirror.

"I'll tell you what- once we get some dinner I'll let you talk to him yourself. Deal?"

Ryder noted the softer edge in Dean's voice and shivered. "Thank you," he finally said after a few seconds of processing.

Sam looked over at Dean, his eyebrows raised with surprised interest. Dean simply shrugged and cranked up the radio. As the four men drifted into silence, 'Just What I Needed' by The Cars played. Dean stepped his hands on the steering wheel, singing along as he drove on.

Once they made it back into town, Dean pulled into the parking lot of a diner. While Dean, Sam and Miles went to get a table, Ryder excused himself to the restroom. Checking his reflection in the mirror, he splashed some cool water over his face and stared at himself.

"All that time running away and here I am," he whispered.

The door opened nearby and he stood up straighter as Dean entered the bathroom and approached a nearby urinal. Averting his eyes from the sight of Dean unbuckling his pants, he busied himself with washing his hands.

"You alright, kiddo?" Dean asked as he looked over at Ryder.

"I'm fine," Ryder lied.

"It's okay if you're not okay."

"Are you really trying to have a heart-to-heart with me while you're pissing?" Ryder chuckled.

Dean shrugged. "I can do lots of things with my dick in my hand."

Ryder rolled his eyes but quickly became flustered when Dean made a show of shaking it off before washing his hands. "Don't go anywhere yet," he said before drying off.