HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Seventy.

Sierra locked her motel room door behind her, following Bobby and the boys outside down some stairs to the parking lot.

"She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up." Bobby spoke to them, getting in his car and turning the engine on.

Sam fidgeted in his pockets, pulling some keys out, "I assume you'll want to drive." He tossed the keys at Dean, who caught them easily.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Dean grinned, approaching his Impala and running his hand along it lovingly. "Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?"

Sierra couldn't help but smirk a bit at Dean's reaction, finding it rather cute. She felt her shoulders tense a bit, then dropped her face as she headed over to her own vehicle, "I'll meet you guys there."

Dean's happy face dropped a bit as he glanced up at Sierra over the car, "You're not riding in Baby?"

She took her black helmet off her motorbike and mounted it, "I have my own wheels." She replied, glancing between the stunned brothers before putting her helmet on and revving her bike. "Don't lag behind."

Sam nodded admirably, then dryly swallowed whilst he opened the passenger door, "We'll try not to."  Sierra didn't say anything, she flipped her visor down and sped off after Bobby's car.

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In the Impala...

"So... Lilith went after she failed to gank you, now Ruby is probably dead..." Dean repeated, his hands drumming on the familiar steering wheel whilst speeding down the road. He had a question on his mind, a few actually, but was unsure about whether it was too soon to ask them or not. "You been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?"

"No." Sam bluntly replied, turning away from Dean.

"You sure about that?" Dean curiously asked, "Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on."

"Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road." Sam replied with an 'honest' tone, or at least the best one he could muster up. "It was practically your dying wish."

Dean raised his brows, "Oh, my dying wish? What about my other dying wish of you and Sierra taking care of each other?"

Sam sighed, looking away guiltily, "Dean, can we not go over this again-?"

"No! We will go over it, Sam!" Dean raised his voice, looking serious now. "What the hell happened? Why'd you stop speaking? After everything us three have been through together!"

Sam let out an exasperated laugh, "What happened? Seriously?" He frowned harshly, "She killed you, Dean, and I had to watch you get torn apart, knowing it was her-"

"She didn't have any control over it and you know it!"

"Oh right, yeah, 'control'." Sam rolled his eyes, stressfully. He hated arguing with Dean, especially now after just getting him back. He didn't want to make his and Sierra's relationship more tense than it already was, but he didn't know what to do apart from arguing back, even if it made things worse. "Did we see the same Sierra that night?"

"I don't know, did we?" Dean sarcastically shot back, "That woman has stuck her neck out for us in the time she's been with us and you repay her by calling her a monster and pushing her away?! C'mon, Sam!"

"What did you expect me to do?! Give her a hug and move on after she ripped you apart?" Sam yelled, then went quiet as he shakily breathed. He shook his head, finally turning back at Dean. "I'm sorry that things might not be the way they used to be, but... I just can't right now... not yet."