The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

Rough Road Ahead

I burst through the garage door and leaned against her car, my hands were shaking as they rested on the hood. The cold sweats were starting up, goosebumps formed on my arms even though I wasn't the least but cold. I had beads of sweat running down my sides and my stomach was alternating from tightening into knots and feeling like I was five seconds away from bolting to the bathroom. The garage door squeaked open, I lifted my hands off the hood and there were two perfectly formed sweaty hand prints on the top. I probably shouldn't be driving but sitting in the passenger seat and not having something to take my mind off my thoughts would let me spiral much farther down than I should.

"Coyote?"

"Yes. It's me. Sam's still completely shell shocked in the kitchen. Dean, look at me."

"No. Unlock the doors." I hadn't grabbed her keys when I got dressed.

"You're in no shape to drive." I heard her step closer and saw her out of my peripheral vision. "Come back inside, please Babe."

"Coyote, I'm..." I forced myself to give her a quick look, then the disgust hit me and I had to look away, "I'm begging you, please. I need to get away from here, from vamps hanging in dungeons, from headless corpses, from killing. I need to drive or else I'll dwell on it even more. Please."

"So, no explanations? You're going to leave Sam and I in the dark here?"

"I can't, not right now. I'm sorry, I am." The car beeped and the locks popped. "Thank you."

"Get in, don't take off. I'm going to go talk to Sam. I'll be back."

"Wait, look at me. Is this the blade?"

A minute or so passed, when she answered it was in a very quiet voice, "No, the blade isn't affecting you. Thank him."

"Him who?"

"Your wolf. He's very near the surface right now. Whatever you dreamed, it affected your Spirit so deeply that he actually manifested within your mind. That's very rare for people who aren't Shamans."

"I saw him, just before I woke up. He plowed right into me."

"Thank him. I'll be right back." I barely heard a sound as she walked away.

"Hey, wolf?" I didn't hear anything of course but I felt...something, a presence that was both outside of me and inside, like it was stuck. "Thanks for waking me up. I don't know where that came from. Those...those things that happened. I should have listened to you. We weren't ready for this. We may never be. I'm not going to tell you what to do, you've helped me enough. If you want to hang out close to the surface, cool. I'm going to need all the help I can get to drive us home."

There was a sense of affirmation and the presence faded just enough that it seemed more like a thought I should be remembering than a fully formed idea. I tried to calm down, I closed my eyes and started counting breaths. By the time Coyote made it back the sweats had stopped and I didn't feel an inch away from having my heart jump out of my chest.

The garage door started to open, Coyote was opening the car door so it had to be Sam rolling it up. I gritted my teeth and looked up, sure enough he was standing there. Worried didn't even touch how he looked, scared to death would be a lot more accurate. I started her car, pulled forward a few feet and came to a stop in front of him. I didn't look at him though. "I'll call you when we get back."

"Dean, this is insane. You're a mess, you're pale as a sheet and death gripping that wheel. Wait a few hours at least. Talk to us. You wouldn't let her or I drive in this condition."

"I've driven in worse conditions. I just...I need out. I'll explain later, I promise."

"You sure as hell better."