Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

The Man That Can't Make A Meaningful Relationship

---DEAN POV--

The whole car ride back to Sam and Ryan was the most awkward one since Ruby and Anna sat in the back of the Impala. Keyla had her iPod in her ears, not really paying attention to me. Her eyes were on the woods, green light flickering along her skin from the thick summer leaves. Her eyes couldn't look at me at all. Never once did her eyes stay on me for more than a minute. We really didn't have a conversation the whole time. I never thought 30 minutes could be so silent.

Once we got back to Sammy and Ryan, Keyla went quickly to Ryan's side to make him take her to her own personal library she was so passionate about. My eyes shifted back to Sam, noticing his usual bitch-face was gone and a smirk sprawled out upon his smug face.

I sighed as I walked with him to an old picnic table at the old house we all had kinda fixed up so it would be a tiny bit homey. That was Sam and Keyla's idea. I had built the table on my own during the two month period of mourning. I sat on the top of the table, eyes looking out to the woods. My eyes shifted to Sam. "So, What happened between you and Keyla?" He asked, eyes looking at me.

"Well..." I started, biting my bottom lip. "I fucked her." There was nothing to it. It was simple and sweet and to the point. My eyes then looked to my hands as I gave a cough. "She's been weird since it all happened..." I muttered and looked ahead of me and away from Sam's prying eyes.

"Well, You kinda just smashed anything that seemed like a meaningful realtionship to pieces by having sex with her so soon." Sam stated with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his response and wrung my hands with my own. I only sighed, but perked up when a new car rolled into the drive.

---Keyla POV---

It was so weird. The drive. I listened to When You Come Back Down by Nickle Creek the whole time on the road while I was stuck with the man I couldn't stop imagining naked. I felt so dirty when I looked at him. My sister was right. I knew I would have sex with him soon, even if I didn't get drunk and have sex with him.

I made my way to Ryan's side once we got to the house, barely able to maintain eye-contact with Dean. I quickly told Ryan EVERYTHING that went on. All he said was, "Do you need me to punch him in the face, Key?"

"Nah. It'll be fine." I laughed at him softly and then looked at my cell-phone. "Oh. She's coming up, soon. Texted her earlier." I moved my fingers over my phone and smiled lightly. A picture of Dean and I was the background. I forced him to take it so I could tell him how nice he looked when he smiled and seemed happy. It was when he was steely and angry, and I made him take a picture.

I brushed my hair from my face. My heather grey tanktop set my fair skin a bit darker as my dark green jacket that was once my dead-husbands hung on my form. My jeans clung tight to my legs as my hiking boots set off my look. My hair was pulled back. I knew Ryan was watching me with concern.

"Don't worry bout it, Ry. I'm fine." I smiled back at him. His light blue eyes still filled with worry. I watched his pale and freckled form move to the door of the old home. He had sandy-brown hair as he plopped down on the steps. I only smiled. He was still that kid I went to high-school with and that my half-sister had crushed on.

I rummaged through all of my books, looking up an easy way to slice up piegon-bitch, seeing as I hadn't had to deal with one lately and also seeing as the other way I killed the botch didn't keep her dead. I suddenly heard wheels whining up the drive as a new car approached us.

It was her. My younger sister.