<<<<Part 6
Dean comes closer to me and sits down. He has these gorgeous green eyes.
"Look, I am really sorry for...hitting you...with my car..." he says looking down.
I sit up a little. First I look at Sam, then at Dean. They both are looking at me curiously.
"Uhm. That's okay," I say. They must think I am crazy or something. I am not even showing emotion. Well, it's not like I can.
"Why don't you stay for dinner?" Sam breaks the uneasy silence. It was more of an order than a question actually. I nod a yes.
"Great!" Sam clasps his hands together. "Dean? Stay here. I'll go get food."
"Okay, Sammy."
After Sam leaves, it is a few minutes before Dean speaks again. I think he might be a bit nervous around me. Maybe he feels bad about hitting me with his car. It would be the first time somebody actually felt guilty about hitting me.
"So...Do you like Metallica?" Dean looks over at me from the stereo.
"What's Metallica?" I respond. He looks at me, shocked.
"Dude, how do you NOT know what Metallica is?" Dean removes a tape from the box he is holding at puts it into the stereo.
Suddenly I hear guitars and drums and so many amazing sounds. I love this! I see Dean air guitaring it. Oh nice.
"What is this?" I ask him.
"Music!" He responds joyfully. Turns out I like music.
"Well? What do you think?" he asks me.
"I like it," I say to Dean.
"You don't look like you like it."
I stare at him. What am I supposed to say? Hey, I am a demon and can't show emotion?
No. But I do tell the truth...sorta.
I hear the door shut.
"I brought burgers," Sam holds up the food bags.
The truth can wait.
