Flawed Perfection [Sam Winchester]

08 | fallen idols [part one]

5.05: FALLEN IDOLS

In the early morning Louisiana heat, Kendall asks, "Did I pack too much?" She hands her last duffle bag to Sam, who arranges it neatly in the trunk of the Impala next to her other duffle and backpack. "Because I feel like I packed too much."

After spending the better part of three weeks in Metairie, laying low and calling each of their contacts for information on the Colt's whereabouts, it was time for Kendall to set out on her first official hunt/road trip with Sam and Dean. Besides a quick hunt she did with Mac, it's been radio silence on her end for too long and she had been growing restless. The moment Dean had gotten wind of a hunt up north, she was packed and ready to go in record time.

Sam laughs. "Ken, we've been over this already," he says, and Kendall likes the way her nickname casually rolls off his tongue. He closes the trunk and turns to her, right hand moving to her waist. "You didn't pack too much. There's even enough space in the Impala for you to fit another duffle if you wanted to."

Kendall stares up at him through her lashes, a small smile on her face as she takes a step closer to him. "Don't tempt me."

Sam's eyes drift to her mouth before moving back to her eyes. "Yeah? And why is that?" But even as he asks this, he's not interested in the answer, since he starts lowering his head to hers.

When their lips are inches away from one another, the sound of Dean stepping out of the Impala and closing the door breaks the trance they've found themselves in. He comes over to them, rubbing his hands together. "Okay, lovebirds, we need to hit the road."

Of course, ever since Dean found out they had kissed again, he's been teasing them even more relentlessly. And while Kendall normally gives him shit right back, today she chooses not to comment on it as Sam removes his hand from her waist and her eyes land on Dean. "Which leg of the trip do I get to drive?"

At that, Dean starts chuckling, but he cuts it off at the flip of a switch as he answers, "None. You're an okay driver from what I've seen, but you've gotta pay your dues before you can get behind Baby's wheel."

"So, letting you crash in my apartment doesn't count as paying my dues?"

Dean considers this carefully. "That's half of your dues," he replies finally. He taps Sam on the arm with the back of his hand. "If it makes you feel better, Sam's not driving either."

"Dean, it's a fifteen-hour drive," Sam points out, rolling his eyes. "You're telling us you're gonna haul it up north all by yourself?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you two. Now, come on." He pats the Impala's trunk excitedly with a wide smile. "Let's get a move on."

As he turns and heads off to the driver's seat, Kendall spares Sam one more look. "Someone's happy to have his brother back," she observes.

That makes Sam happy too and Kendall can tell, but he tries not to show it as he shrugs. "Give it a minute."