Escaping Hell

Crush

"Hey, Matthew, I'm on my way to your house," I say into my phone.

"Okay. Your bag is sitting on the couch," he replies, "See you soon."

"So am I supposed to follow you to Pretty Boy's house?" Dean asks.

"No, I'll get in the Shelby and you can head back to the house," I answer.

"If you aren't home in an hour, I'll come by to check on you," Dean tells me, turning onto another road.

"Okay. I'll be back later," I say, getting out of the Impala. My Shelby is looking absolutely beautiful. As Dean leaves and I start up my car, I think I hear something in the back of my head, but it's probably just after-effects of my time with Lucifer. Shaking it off, I get on the road and head to Matthew's house.

He doesn't answer his phone when I call. "Hey, Matthew, this is Lucy. Um, I'm just calling to tell you that I'm on my way to your house to pick up my bag. I'll be there in about ten minutes."

When I get there, he isn't outside, and he doesn't answer the front door. I hear from around the back of the house, "Dammit! Ow!" I grab my gun and keep it at the ready, making sure to keep an eye out for anything and everything. Carefully making my way around the back of the house, I hear some clattering coming from the garage.

I jump out around the corner of the garage, holding up my gun. All I see is Matthew working on his car, and I quickly hide my gun before he can see it. "Oh, hey Lucy. I didn't hear you come in," Matthew greets, wiping the grease off of his hands with a shop towel.

"Hey. What are you working on?" I ask, looking at the engine of his Saab.

"I'm trying to replace a headlight; it stopped working, but now I can't figure out where the plug goes," he says, showing me the cord that should plug into the light.

"Oh, you didn't take the cap off of the light. Here, if you just do this," I laugh a little, taking the cap off, "then you should be good to go." I plug the light in, and I put it back in the car. "Here, see if it works."

He turns the light switch in the car, and everything works fine. "Nice! I feel kind of stupid now."

"That's okay," I laugh, "not many lights have those caps on them."

He smiles at me, and then he suggests, "Do you want to go inside now?"

"Sure," I reply. We go inside, and I grab my bag off of his couch. I take a quick look inside, just to make sure that nothing fell out or was stolen by a passerby on the road. Everything is there.

"Do you want a drink?" Matthew asks me.

"No, but thank you," I answer.

He then asks, "Have you and your brothers lived here long?"

"No, we actually sort of drift around. We're staying here with a friend," I lie. I really hate lying to this guy, he's really cute and really nice.

"Oh...so how long are you staying?" he asks, a sort of sad look on his face.

"I don't know. I'll have to leave whenever the next adventure pops up," I shrug.

"This really is a beautiful little town. There isn't much here, but it's nice," Matthew says, "So, if you're not gonna be here that long, would you want me to show you some sights?"

"I suppose. Although, if you're gonna take me out, it isn't gonna be in that Saab, okay?" I laugh.

He tilts his head and laughs, "Well, what am I supposed to drive?"

"My friend is a pretty rich guy. He gave me the Shelby and another car. I know you'll love the other car, and it's all yours, on one condition," I say.

"I'm listening," Matthew replies.

"You race me for the pink slip," I smirk.

"Deal."

"Let's go."

"Now?"

"Life's too short to wait. Of course now!"

When we get back to the house, I tell Matthew to wait by his car with his eyes closed. He has this sort of goofy smile on his face, but he keeps his eyes closed. I get in the garage and take the cover off of the best car in there (other than my Shelby, of course).

Lifting the garage door, I yell out to Matthew, "Okay! Open your eyes!"

His face lights up and his jaw drops to the floor. "Oh. My. God. Is that...?"

"A 1968 Dodge Charger. Grey leather interior, new wheels, and dark blue paint. This is all yours if you can beat me in a street race," I smirk.

"I accept that challenge," Matthew smiles, catching the keys as I toss them to him.

"Let's ride."