Two Worlds V

XXXVII

Guy and I were standing in the kitchen as he made his food. I took a drink of the smoothie he made me. God it was sweet as hell...

"So, you have any dreams?" I asked, getting it down.

"Uh, no, not really," He shook his head slightly.

"Vince told me you were talking in your sleep again." I told him, and he stopped slightly, then continued. I took another drink and swallowed roughly, "You're not going to lose us, or your memories, alright?" I assured him.

"I, I know," He finished and smiled at me, "If you're not worried, I'm not."

I went to him and set down my glass, hugging him. He hugged me back and I rubbed his back.

"It'll all be okay," I kissed the side of his head and he nodded, relaxing.

He kissed my head back and I smiled, letting him go. He smiled at me and I took the smoothie. I took another drink as I started leaving the room. I stopped slightly and almost sneezed when I heard Vince and Jack talking.

"Desiree would not stop bugging me, by the way," I heard Vince say, "Something about you ditching her in front of a motel." I wrinkled my eyebrows slightly and let them finish what was left of the conversation before walking in.

"Hey," I said, and the sneeze caught up with me. I sneezed and held onto the doorframe as they looked at me. I recovered and rubbed my nose, looking at the cup, now happy that I had been practically chugging it. I breathed out and started walking in.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, just needed to sneeze." I sat down and took a drink of the smoothie.

"Doesn't make you a bad person." Vincent mumbled as he flipped through his magazine.

"You really have no shame, do you?" I asked.

"Shame is for the weak," He looked at me over the top of the magazine. His eyes stared me down and I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay then," I looked away and he looked back to the magazine, "So, case?" I looked to Jack.

"Germany," He raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, back to the asshole's home land." I nodded.

"Shut up," Vince mumbled and I smirked.

"Well, let's go." I got up and walked behind him. I took his magazine and rolled it up.

"Hey,"

I hit him on the back of his head and went to pack.

Jack and I got into the front of the Dart while Guy got in the back. I let Jack drive ad we started following Vince out of town. Guy laid back for a nap and I took out the magazine Vince was looking through.

"Seriously?" Jack asked as I flipped through the pages.

"Which one, Jordan," I showed him the picture and he scoffed, looking back to the road as I continued flipping, "Or Luke?" I showed him the second.

"Why are you looking at male strippers, Cas?" He asked.

"Present," I said, looking between the two.

"You never do anything like that for my birthday."

"Would you like a male stripper for your birthday this year, Jack?" I asked, putting down the magazine and looking at him.

"I am good," He told me.

"That's what I thought," I looked back to the magazine, "Now which one do you think would scare the crap out of him to see in a motel room?"