Damien Haas Shorts

Road Trip PT.2

*first person view, she/her pronouns

We got to the restaurant quicker than I expected. It was a place called Miller's Smokehouse. It was a small looking place and it was on the street so we parked the van on the street across from the restaurant. We get out of the van and I notice there are quite a few cars driving by between us and the restaurant. I've always hated crossing streets...gives me way too much anxiety.

We start crossing the street and I feel a hand on the small of my back. I look to my side and see Damien looking forward. We reach the other side of the street and his hand lingers for a moment. "Oh, sorry Y/N I didn't even realize I had been doing that." He quickly removed his hand and looked away.

"Oh no it's fine." I brush a lock of my hair behind my ear and head into the restaurant with the rest of the group. 

We order a table and all sit down. The waiter took down our drink and food orders. He seemed flustered, maybe he was new and the large table made him nervous.

The others started their own conversations and I stayed mostly silent. My mind was stuck on having to share a bed tonight with Damien. Not only was I worried about what I was thinking, but I was wondering if Damien was thinking about it too. Did he not care? Did he think it was weird? Did he not want to sleep in the same bed but only agreed so he didn't seem mean? UGH!

I had been thinking too deeply since I jumped when the waiter placed the plate in front of me.

"You good?" Damien, who was sitting across from me asked.

"Yeah, sorry I was just deep in thought." I smiled at the waiter, silently apologizing.

The food was great, I'd had barbecue before but never something this good. Which is to be expected when it's coming right from Texas. I didn't talk much while the others were in their own conversations, but I blamed that I was too focused on the food.

We finished the food and stayed for a bit longer talking. We finally decided to leave because the waiter was giving us dirty looks. When we got back outside it was already dark (I don't really remember what time it was when they arrived but let's pretend this timeline makes sense)

We all piled into the van, full from the food and tired from the long day. Wes drove back to the hotel, allowing Ian to relax and not worry about driving even more.

We all struggle to keep our eyes open on the way to the hotel. Everyone goes into their rooms but Shayne and Damien talk for a minute in the hallway. I use the card and unlock the door while they talk. I shut the door behind me and sigh.

I let out an annoyed groan and pushed off the door. I head to my suitcase and grab a pair of shorts and a tank top then get dressed in the bathroom quickly.

By the time I get out, Damien is in the room, grabbing clothes of his own. "Oh you done in there?" He asks, looking up at me.

I nod and sit on my side of the bed, grabbing the remote as Damien heads into the bathroom. I flip through the channels and land on the all too familiar face of Sam Winchester. The episode is a rerun but I didn't care, it was more interesting than the Spanish speaking news.

I cover myself with the covers and Damien comes out of the bathroom. He gives me a small smile as he sits next to me on the bed. "Supernatural?" He asks.

"Yep." I respond, popping the 'p'.

He lays down next to me under the covers. "Can I turn the lamp off?" He asks.

"Sure." I respond and soon the only light in the room is coming from the television. "I still find it hard to believe that Ian brought us out here for a break. I mean, I know he's not like tricking us or whatever but it's so out of the norm I guess."