Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 8

"Are you sure you wanna take me back? What if you're an axe murderer and I don't know it?" Claire asked as we walked across the park and back to my car, hours after I'd fallen into the pond. 

I rolled my eyes and tugged at the sleeves of the sweatshirt she'd given me. Apparently the man her father had an affair with was young and buff enough that his stash of clothes at her house would fit me. I didn't argue. 

"I guess you'll find out then," I shrugged. "But I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay home alone, especially if you're drunk."

She scoffed and walked around my car to the passenger side. "I am not drunk, I barely had any-" We both tugged on the handles only to find that both doors were locked. 

"Oh no," I whispered, as if by some heavenly miracle the back doors would be unlocked. She seemed to have the same idea as we both pulled the handles and neither of them gave. "No, this can't be happening!"  I put a hand to my head. "Dammit!"

"We're locked out?" she asked, shaking her head at me. 

"I didn't even think to grab my keys!" I put my forehead against the window only to see my keys resting right on the driver's seat. "So close..."

"Can't you call someone?" Claire asked, an exasperated tone to her voice. "Or did you leave your phone in there, too?"

I blinked, looking at my phone sitting on the center console between the seats. "Yeah."

"Okay, well shouldn't people be looking for you? You've been at my house for like seven hours, Dean," she made eye contact with my through the other window. 

"First of all no one is going to go out in this weather, and second of all they probably aren't worried that I ditched out," I shrugged. "I leave without warning all the time."

She smirked. "We could always take my car."

***

We ended up in a yellow bug , me in the driver's seat after much arguing about her being too drunk to drive. 

"I'm literally not drunk, Dean!"

"I don't care you had way more to drink than I did," I had stopped after that first cup of cider, not expecting to be there for ours upon hours. 

"Whatever," she sighed. "Where do you live anyway?" She shifted to put her feet on the dashboard. 

"Put your seatbelt on," I muttered. She rolled her eyes but obliged. "And not too far only like 10 minutes." The snow had been plowed by now, so my experience driving home was far less strenuous than the ride to the park. 

"Fine," she sighed. 

In our hours of talking, I learned that apparently sweet-looking Claire had been experimenting with drugs for the past year, but had since then stopped. Her family was never there and she was home alone more often and not. She explained how the man her father had had an affair with- Alex- was his business partner and was staying with them because he originally lived in Toronto, but came down to Missouri for the company they worked for. He was always really nice and seemed incredibly shy to her until one day she'd heard him calling her father a- and I quote- "Dirty slut" and hitting his ass while they made breakfast one morning. Granted, they hadn't known anyone else was home, seeing as Claire skipped school that day, but the surprise was still there. 

When her mother found out about the cheating, she'd been more interested in their sexual relationship, according to Claire at least. She said that her mom would ask if they were kinky and even if they would be open to a three way, hence why she thought that's why they were out on "business".