Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

34 | Taxi Driver [ What The Hell, Indeed ]

32 | Taxi Driver [ What The Hell, Indeed ]

"Kevin!" Dean hollers, "We're back!"

"We've got you some fresh food." Clarissa settles the bags on floor before looking around. "Where's the kid?"

Dean shrugs nonchalantly, "probably at the closet. Again."

She smiles cheekily in response, "gee, I wonder when he'll ever come out of the closet."

The door then creaks open, and Kevin casually walks in, grumbling, "I heard that."

Dean grabs a spatula and points it at him, "Where the hell have you been? What happened to being scared?"

"I am scared, so I made a preemptive move."

"A what move?" Dean cupped his ears, "thats some big word you got there."

"I can't sit here with the tablet like a sitting duck and Crowley breathing down my ass." To Clarissa, Kevin sounded like he knew what he was saying, "getting rid of the demon tablet just takes off some of the pressure."

They both did a double take.

"Wait, you got rid of it!?"

"Temporarily." Kevin adds, "I hid it."

Kevin heads to his room, as if everything was an everyday-occasion.

"What! Where?" Dean demands, looking exasperated as ever.

Kevin stops, and looks back from his shoulder, "if I tell you where, it's not hidden, is it?"

"Kevin." Dean thunders, "tell me where the damn tablet is, or I swear to you—"

"You'll what, Dean?" He dares, raising his tone at them. They both didn't know where all this rebellious attitude was coming from, but they didn't like it. When they were too lost for words, Kevin took this as an answer and slammed the door of his room shut.

"Kids," a female voice began, causing the two to whip their heads at the source, "so cute when they're little. Then they turn to teenagers, and the party's over."

Clarissa eyes the woman up and down. She had a smile imprinted on her face that emphasized the wrinkles on her cheeks, and wore a newly pressed grey suit. Her hair was tied up to a bun, with her bangs on the side. Clarissa thought she looked professional, but busting in the boathouse wasn't.

She strides forward and offers a hand, "we haven't been formally introduced, Dean and Clarissa. My name is Naomi."

"Naomi? You're the one with the bitchy name, then!" Clarissa exclaims, and narrows her eyes at her, "oh, we know who you are."

"And we know what you did to Cas after he got out of Purgatory." Dean says, his tone very dominant.

Clarissa bit her in lip in discreet. Oh, how she loved that tone he used. Made her shiver.

Seeing that the meet and greet wasn't going so well, Naomi retracts her hand, "after I rescued him from Purgatory, you mean, at the cost of many angel's lives."