World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

rattle like a snake

The impala moved ferociously down the cobble streets, and burned the tyres at sharp turns. Dean's palm slid across the wheel and quickly yanked on the gear, swerving to the curb. "Right, the high school is cancelled for the rest of the week, 'cus of the deaths, so that's slightly more difficult."

"Are you actually acting as if that scene never happened, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Jesus Sammy, what do you want me to say?" He threw his hands in frustration.

"Anything, Dean. You're supposed to be my brother. And that speech back there didn't seem just the heat of the moment; it sounded like pain that had been building up. Dean, I know they're supernatural, but they're just kids. They seem to know a hell of a lot of what's going on. We could use their help," Sam said.

Dean sat stationary; staring dead ahead. His hand tremored for the ignition, but dodged and reached for the door eject. It jerked open and shuttered shut once he clambered out and left them bewildered.

"Dean? Where are you going?" Castiel asked.

"Hold on, Cass," Sam butted in. He too kicked open his door and chased after Dean. Arms held wide and anger structured on his face. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm tired, Sammy. Why do we have to be the ones to save everybody? Why are we running round after these imbeciles that get involved in what they shouldn't? If it were me, I'd go and--"

"Dean?" A clam yet angry voice called.

"Yeah?" Dean quickly called back.

Both boys cautiously turned in the direction the voice came, seeing a small, strawberry-blonde teen, charging with a face red as blood. Her heels rattled as they struck the cobble, like an earthquake - headed for Dean.

"Excuse me, miss, but who are you?" Sam asked concernedly. Yet, her eyes were still set on Dean, as if nothing else existed but him.

Finally reaching Dean, she stared up to him with wide eyes.

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked flirtatiously, with his tongue peeping over his luscious lips.

Instead of using an angry eruption of words, she used the motion of slapping, like a perfect lightning strike, straight across Dean's flawless face. Her face still as bold as a lion.

"Son of a bitch," Dean exerted.

"Ha, you've got some guts," Sam slightly chuckled, "Hold on, how do you know him? If I can ask. See, we're the FBI, and..." He began rummaging in his pockets, which he was still dressed in from the events at Scott's house, trying to find his 'ID'.

"Investigating the recent murders in the preserve. I already know. Oh, and I also know you're not real feds," she told Sam. He looked quickly up in confusion and startled at the remark. "Dean here already tried that, but I know a fake badge when I see one."

"Wait, I haven't even--"

"Don't even start making excuses now, after what you did," she cut his sentence.

"What did he do?" Sam questioned.

"He can explain," she snapped back sassily.

"No, I can't." he softly chuckled, but humourlessly.

"Fine, you coward. I was at the library this morning. He showed up. Flashed is badge, tried asking question; I wasn't having any of it. I was about to call the real police when he started flirting." Her eyes said it all - disgust, anger.

"C'mon Dean, shes like, what, 10 years younger than you?" Sam said like a disappointed father (basically suming up their own).

"Sammy, I've never seen--" defending himself, Dean shouted loud, but shockingly silenced as the girl opened hers again.