Dean rapping on the window and then opening his door made me jump, which sent pain spiking down my side, but I ignored it. "What?" I asked innocently.
"Uh uh. Scooch over." He raised one brow expectantly, and I rolled my eyes, sliding to the passenger side just as Sam opened his door.
"No way, go to the back! That's my seat." Sam looked impossibly even less happy than Dean did.
I crossed my arms, sticking out my bottom lip defiantly. "I wanna sit here. Shouldn't I get to sit here, considering you guys took like seven of my kills?"
"We did that to protect you. Now move." Sam tapped his fingers on the roof of the car impatiently, getting a severe look from Dean.
"Plus, I'm injured. I need to stretch out, relax my sore muscles."
"Stretch out in the back seat." Sam looked up at Dean for assistance, but Dean looked indifferent, sitting down and shutting his door.
"It's fine, Sammy, just this one time. You'll survive."
Sam feigned a look of utter betrayal and then moved to the backseat, shutting the passenger door for me and then opening his. It was funny to see him almost slouched over in the backseat, tall enough that his head would touch the ceiling had he been sitting up straight. I was almost a foot and a half shorter than him, so I had plenty of space.
I kept true to my word and stretched out, laying my legs across Dean's lap. He immediately looked up at me, disbelieving. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Stretching out." I stretched my arms above my head to prove my point.
"You are something else."
"You know you love me!" I grinned.
He smiled sarcastically in response, and I accepted that as a yes, leaning my head against the window. If I looked back, I could just see Sammy sitting behind me, looking more like an angry little kid than a grown man should.
After we'd been driving for a few minutes, Dean turned up the radio, singing along to Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard shamelessly. I glanced at Sam to see his reaction, deciding in a split second that if I was going to tell either of them about the escapee vamp, he would probably have the calmer reaction. I spoke low so it didn't grab Dean's attention. "Psst, Sammy."
He glanced at me in acknowledgement, catching onto the secret thing as fast as I hoped he would. "I saw something when you guys were inside scouting. I was in the front seat and I looked out the window and there was a vampire on the roof who was running away." Might as well get right to the point.
He nodded slowly, thinking it over. "Meaning he had a daylight ring, so he wasn't necessarily a lowlife like the others."
"Right." I waited for him to continue.
"What did he look like?"
"Hot, longish black hair. I couldn't really see much, since he was moving pretty fast."
He nodded again. "And we're not saying anything to..." He gestured discreetly towards Dean, and I shook my head.
"No need. There's no chance we'll get to him now."
"Was there, when you saw him?"
I rolled my eyes. "If there had been, wouldn't I have done something about it instead of staring like an idiot?"
He accepted that, thinking it over for a few more seconds before speaking again. "Did you recognize him at all?"
"Not at all. I was hoping we'd see the ones who killed my family, but I doubt I ever will." How many times had he heard that from me?
"If we ever come across them, we'll save them for you." He half-smiled, and I grinned back, glad he hadn't flipped out about it like Dean would have.
About two minutes after Sam and I finished whispering, Dean stretched his right arm out, draping it across the back of the seat lightly. I pretended not to notice, but then he kept on moving it around, twisting his wrist so it cracked and then moving his arm in circles. When he was finally done, he laid it on my legs, palm-down on my thigh. I fought a grin.
"Well Dean, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were coming onto me."
"If I were coming onto you, you'd know."
"Why, because you'd have said some crummy pick-up line by now?"
Sam laughed from the backseat. "The girls he hooks up with don't normally require a pick-up line."
I smiled back at him, nodding. "You're right, Sammy. Considering he hasn't offered to buy me a drink or hear my life story, I'm assuming he's probably not hitting on me."
"He's already heard your life story, though," Sam pointed out jokingly. "He might just be thinking of some way to get you to talk about yourself so he can pretend to be interested, and then he'll get into your pants."
"What does that say about me, though? That I'll sleep with any guy who shows the slightest interest in my life? At least I have some dignity. I'm guessing girls without it are more Dean's style."
"What if you are my style, though? If I were coming onto you right now?" Dean glanced at me, smirking.
"Are you saying that I'm a whore?"
He laughed. "Not all of the girls I sleep with are whores."
"Right, girls that'll sleep with you minutes after meeting you aren't whores." Sam nodded sarcastically. "Totally true."
Dean glared at Sam in the rearview mirror. "At least I can sleep with a girl without her dying the next day."
I pretended to be surprised. "Does that mean that if I slept with Sammy yesterday, I'm gunna die today?"
Dean's brows rose. "What do you mean, 'if'?"
"Megan!" Sam hissed. "Why did you tell him?"
Dean did not look amused. "I'm going to act like you two are ganging up on me and kidding around, because if not, we're going to have a little bit of a problem."
"So you're saying that I shouldn't be sleeping with Sammy. Surely you're not implying that you're the one I should be sleeping with, right, Dean?"
"Well I'm a hell of a lot better at it than he is."
I grinned. "I guess I'll have to investigate to find out, then?"
"Just keep on dreaming, little one."
