Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Thirteen

i swung again, breaking both of his arms, as he screamed out, not expecting a hammer. i almost snickered in satisfaction, but i knew i shouldn't be enjoying this. but strangely, i was.

"hey, let's go get some lunch, huh?" Dean said. i snapped out of my pain inflicting rage and looked up at him. i looked at my shirt to see that there was blood splattered on it. i looked at Jake's arm and saw that there was a break in the skin, and not only his bones. he was crying, i realized. those salty tear had to have been hurting the cuts on his face.

"he'll be fine." Dean whispered in my ear. i hadn't realized he had come up behind me. normally, it was almost impossible for anyone to come up behind me because i either saw them or heard them.

"ok." i said, and let him take my arm, leading me away. it goes to show just how much stronger i was than Jake, doesn't it? i had screamed in pain, but i had refused to cry. i was to angry to cry. he was just terrified and hopeless. i walked next to Dean down the corridor, towards the impala. he grabbed my hand. i took it and looked at him. he smiled. i wrapped my arm around his and forgot about Jake for the time being. since Dean had long strides, i skipped to keep up with him, but i think that him and Sam took it as me being happy. i think they were kind of scared because of that. i had gone from scary dangerous to skippy little kid. Dean led me to the back of the impala and opened his bag. he pulled out another white tank top and handed it to me. before he could tell me to go in the warehouse to change, i had already stripped out of the bloody shirt and was putting on the clean one. Dean glanced at Sam to find him going to the bathroom. Dean sighed and looked relieved. i reached up and grabbed his jaw in my hand. he had stubble along it. i pulled his face down and kissed his lips. he kissed me back and then stood up. opening the driver's side door, he waited for me to get in. i gave him my best puppy dog face.

"can i drive?" i blinked, fluttering my lashes. "pretty please?" i could see the struggle to pick between his babies going on in his head. i almost laughed out loud.

"fine." he sighed then went around and climbed into the passenger side. i clapped my hands and got behind the wheel. Sam came over, saw that i was driving and got in the back.

"what?" Dean asked when i looked at him with a pouty lip.

"i can't reach the pedals." i whined. "is there a seat adjustment lever?" Sam laughed and Dean snickered. he reached over to pull a lever between my legs. i pulled the seat forward until i could reach the pedals. and by the time i could reach them, Dean had his knees on the dashboard. Sam started laughing uncontrollably.

"I'm just saying right now, girl, you aren't driving very often." Dean said, his knees in his armpits and on the dashboard.

"you can sit in the back." i offered.

"no thanks." he grumbled. i giggled and started the impala. i put it into gear and started down the road which was full of pot holes. i avoided the worst of them and went down the road going forty.

"how are you going forty on this road?" Dean asked in amazement. "i took this road going twenty because of the pot holes."

"FARM GIRL, BITCHES!" i yelled. Sam started laughing again, and Dean just looked surprised to my use of bitch being aimed at them. "you guys need a farm truck." i commented.

"why?" Dean asked as we turned onto the highway, starting for town.

"a farm truck would be able to take those pot holes and a lot more." i grinned, looking at him. knowing that hey sped all the time, i took the highway going ninety. I've never gone this fast on a highway. i went eighty once when i was fifteen, but i don't think that counts. we got to town, and pulled into the local diner. i shut off the impala and hopped out.