GASOLINE | S.W.

Chapter 6

The smooth purr of of the motorcycle beneath her was the only thing Macon could hear as she rode down the street. Nothing was really around except for trees and several cows. The cool wind blew her hair behind her shoulders as she sped along.

Dean drove behind her, following her to the destination of the motel they were going to be staying at. It was late and he was bored and decided to have a little fun. He revved his engine and pulled into the opposite lane beside Macon.

"Wanna race?" He yelled out of his window to her. She smirked before taking off, Dean cursing and quickly pressing down on the gas petal. Sam held the dashboard for support as his brother quickly caught up with the woman.

She started toying with him, speeding in front of him and swerving along the road so he couldn't get in front of her. "That's not fair!" He yelled out the window, only for Macon to flip him off. Sam laughed, but that only earned a glare from Dean.

Macon kept her eyes on the road to look out for other cars, occasionally looking over her shoulder to make sure the Impala stayed behind her. She glanced down at the GPS on her bike. The motel was only five miles away.

She flashed Dean a cheeky grin before picking up speed and flying around the corner. She easily passed up cars as she made her way to the motel. She turned into the parking lot and skidded into a spot, already leaning against her bike when the Impala pulled in beside her.

"Took you long enough." She jabbed at Dean playfully as he got out of the car along with Sam. "That wasn't fair, and you know it. Get a car, I'll beat you fair and square." He said angrily, slamming the door and going to the trunk.

"I'll stick to my bike, thanks." She bit back, lifting her seat up and grabbing her duffel. She opened the back seat of the Impala and took out Nikolai's kennel, Dean grumbling something about having an animal in his car.

"Vy mozhete nakonets vyyti iz etoy kletki i razmyat' nogi." Macon cooed in Russian to her cat as she walked alongside the Winchester brothers. "You speak Russian?" Sam questioned, the two brothers staring at her with curiosity. "Just a little bit." She replied, nodding to Dean as he opened the motel door for her.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" The man behind the counter asked. He was a fat man with a receding hairline. A hawaiian shirt was on his shoulders, a sweat stained wife beater underneath. He eyed Macon up and down hungrily while biting his lip.

Dean cleared his throat loudly as he stared down the man, "Need a room with two beds and whatever the lady wants." The man shifted awkwardly for some keys, obviously avoiding Dean's dangerous gaze. "A room with just one bed." Macon spoke up.

Dean slapped the money down on the counter top and the man slid the keys to him. "Thanks." Dean said gruffly as he snatched the keys up. The three of them quickly walked to their rooms.

Macon set her duffel bag on the floor beside the bed along with Nikolai's cage. She let him out and set down a bowl of water and a bowl of food. She quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and let her cat out while she had a cigarette.

She leaned against the wall with her cigarette between her lips as she watched Nikolai across the parking lot. He was sniffing and trying to find places to relieve himself. The evening air made the hair on her arm stand up, but it didn't bother her.

Macon's head snapped towards the direction of the Winchester's motel room door opening, Dean stepping outside. He glanced up and made eye contact with her.

"Hey, I'm going to get some grub. Want anything special?" He asked her while he trudged to the driver's side of the Impala. "Just a burger, no onions." She answered, holding out a ten dollar bill. Dean stared at her with slight disgust, "You don't like onions?"