Chapter Two
2.)Chapter Two
There is nothing short of amusing about the way Sam is grinning when they find themselves in the police cruiser. Dean has to smile, though he wants to remain stoic in front of the stranger. Sam tends to do that to people. He smiles and it’s like the whole world is being lifted by this small child. Dean sits in the back, the siren wailing at the top. He pretends to groan, trying to save face as just-call-me-Liz looks back at him.
“Come on Sammy,” He complains good naturedly, but he’s shocked when Sam turns back at him with an interruption. “No you come on, Dean,” He says eagerly, “How often do we get to ride in a police car?”
Dean makes a show of rolling his eyes, though it takes him a moment to reel from the words. This wasn’t the first time for him but Sam had always been hidden away. He hadn’t ever been caught. His brother could be a sneaky little brat when he wanted too.
“You’re such a kid.” He says, and reaches to create a mess out of the mop that was his brother’s hair. Sam mutters something under his breath and Dean grins. Through the exchange, he doesn’t miss the way Liz is smiling at them. He chooses to ignore her for the moment, in favor of his brother.
When they reach the house, Dean finds that it is a small one story home laying at the edge of the forest. The second thing he notices is the smell of fresh food. He doesn’t know how he could be hungry again - they had stopped a diner only only a few hours before - but Dean doesn’t question these things. Sam always says that Dean could eat an entire refrigerator and still be famished. His brother’s word, not his.
He lets the huger distract him, for a moment, as they climb out of the car. Dean takes stock of the environment. There is a welcome mat and Dean wonders idly, if the woman knows to be prepared for everything that goes on. His father seems to think that was the case, otherwise they wouldn’t be there.
Dean is the first to reach the door way. He lifts the mat with the edge of his shoe and can’t help the frown as the porch remains vacant. No protection there. A hand placed on his shoulder brings Dean out of his paranoia and he gives a swift turn, blinking up at the bearer as Liz gives him a knowing smile. “Something missing?”
Dean searches for the mocking in her voice. There is none and he shuffles back, just out of her reach. “Devil’s trap.” He says, “keeps the demons from getting in.” The smile he gets isn’t a happy one and Dean doesn’t like the pity on it.
“I thought salt did the trick?”
Dean hesitates. He doesn’t want to give too much away, but this does give him something. She knows, though how much he isn’t sure. She wasn’t talking to him like he was a kid though, she isn’t taking offence. That was always a plus. “For ghosts, yeah. “ He says, “But they aren’t the only thing you need to worry about.”
“Your father mentioned some things,” She says and he can hear the thoughts in her voice. It only takes once to destroy everything about their apple-pie world. “But this town isn’t exactly riddling with those types of things.” She’s leaving something out, but Dean doesn’t cut in. Everybody thought the same of ‘their’ town.
Still, she’s talking like she understands him, like what he says makes sense. Dean frowns at her but he doesn’t say anything, not even as she dangles the keys and opens the door. “Come on,” she says, “smells like Roger is making Caroline’s favorite pie. You’ve got to be hungry after that road trip.”
He is, but Dean doesn’t say anything. It isn’t like his father was starving them. He was just hungry, all the time.
“Dean loves pies.” Sam supplies from behind them and Dean almost jumps at the intrusion. He swears at himself. How could he have forgotten about Sam? He takes his brother by the arm and pulls Sam beside him, hanging his arm around the boy’s shoulder with easy familiarity.
“Not really something she needs to know, Sammy.” He says, leading his brother inside.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Don’t be an ass, Dean.”
Dean sighs the word as Sam chastises him. “Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
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