Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 10: A Painted Smile

The Boys had agreed after some convincing. I thought going to an amusement park would lighten the mood, but the boys thought it was a weird place to go since I was being hunted. I told them it would be better to hide in a public place because it was risky for him to try to get me. We decided to drive to Florida to go to one of the many amusement parks there. It would probably take a day or two, so we packed our bags and got on the road. We took two cars: the Impala and my Mustang. Sam, Jess, and Cas were in the mustang and I was in the Impala with Dean.

            "You know, out of all the places we could've stayed, you decided to go to a damn amusement park," Dean teased as he drove.

            "It's better than just hiding and waiting for him to come get me. Plus, how long has it been since you rode a rollercoaster?" I asked him, trying to get him on my side. He looked over to me and gave me a look.

            I shifted my weight to face him and a smile appeared on my face. "Wait...you never been on a rollercoaster?"

            He shrugged and replied, "All I ever did was hunt."

            My eyes squinted in confusion. My heart ached with sadness. Dean never had a childhood. All he did was hunt, and hunting is emotionally exhausting. This was more of a reason to go to an amusement park.

            "Then I'll be your first ever rollercoaster ride," I told him as I tried to lighten the mood. He glanced over to me and I smiled.

            "I'm not going on a rollercoaster," He boldly told as he put his eyes back on the road.

            "Why not?" I asked. He just looked at the road. Wait, was he...?

            "Are you afraid of rollercoasters?" I asked him.

            "Psh, no, of course not." He stated back. He was lying. I smiled big.

            "Okay, fine. Then you're coming on the rollercoaster with me." I demanded. His face shifted from the road to me.

            "No, I'm not. I'll stay with two feet on the ground," he objected.

            "Oh, come on! How do you know you won't like it if you don't try it!" I pushed.

            "Because... I'm afraid of flying," he admitted with a low voice.

            "And I'm afraid of clowns and needles," I added. He looked at me and gave me a sorry look. Both of my fears were because of that day. I gave him a smile anyway to reassure him.

            "But I try not to let it restrict me from living my life," I told him as I hoped he would take my advice. He was silent and turned his eyes back to the road.

            "I will get you on that rollercoaster, Dean Winchester." I told him as he shook his head in denial.

            I reached up to the radio and turned it on. Music came out of the speakers and I recognized the song. I turned it up and started to sing and dance to the beat. Dean looked over to me and he tried to restrict a smile from spreading on his face, but when I started to sing to him with a finger pointed at him, a smile painted itself on his face. I made funny movements to go with the lyrics of the song and Dean chuckled.

            "Sing with me, Bean!" I shouted over the song. He shook his head with a huge smile on his face. I curled my fingers into a fist as if to hold a microphone and held it to his mouth to urge him to sing. He shook his head, and once I was going to give up, he burst into singing. I sang along with him and took my hand away to dance to the beat. Dean hit his hands against the steering wheel to the beat and I used my seatbelt as a guitar. I laughed as I sang because he was so into it.