Highway to Hell: Episode Three: "Burn in Hell"
Episode 3 : Burn in Hell
Chapter 5: Not Again
Chapter Wordcount: 781
Dean slid under the covers where Monte was already curled up. He moved next to her and she buried her face in his neck.
“Thanks.”
She smiled against his stubble.
“You’re welcome,” she whispered back.
He inhaled deep the scent of her hair and shampoo. It vaguely reminded him of sugar, and maybe tangerines.
“It’s funny…”
She drew back just enough to see his face in the soft light coming from the window.
“I never thought I wanted normal. I used to think that if I had the whole white picket fence, 2.5 kids, the whole thing, that I’d shoot myself. But…now, I dunno.”
Monte didn’t know whether to smile or not. She had to tread lightly. Dean opening up was like sighting the loch ness monster. One wrong move and it was gone for another few years.
“I’ve never had a home,” he paused before clearing his throat. “Doesn’t matter, not like it’s gonna happen.”
“Don’t say that.”
He gave her a look. “Monte, seriously. Sometimes I wonder…about me and you, I’ll never be able to give you that. I’m not built that way. This is what I do. Lie, cheat, steal and kill bad guys.”
“I don’t want that Dean. I mean yea, sure, it would be nice. But if being with you means living on the road forever, than fine, I can deal with that. When Kevin disappeared I left all that behind. I haven’t had a home since then either. And I was well aware of the fact that I might never get it back. But don’t say you can never have that. Someday, if things work out…maybe. Think of it more as a home base,” she smiled.
He just chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.
“Seriously though, thanks…for the vacation.”
She nodded. “I figured it’d be nice to be able to breathe for a bit. And not have to worry about the germs in the motel that are trying to bring you down.”
He laughed and kissed her again.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“This is nice too…just me and you,” he whispered huskily, kissing her neck.
She tried to laugh but it ended as more of a moan.
“Yea…that’s a perk. I know you hate leaving Sam alone in those hole-in-the-wall motels, hell, I’m more comfortable when we’re all together. At least here we get privacy and know he’s safe.”
“Baby…”
“Hmm?”
“Stop talking about Sam.”
She smiled as he disappeared under the covers.
Dean came back from a beer run the next day to see Monte curled up next to Sam on the couch, playing some game on the new laptop.
“What are you trying to steal my girl now?” he asked sarcastically, bringing them all drinks.
“Hey man, she came to me,” Sam taunted with a sarcastic grin.
Monte smiled and snuggled even closer to Sam.
Dean just rolled his eyes.
When Dean came out of the shower to see Sam and Monte both making dinner and laughing about something that same day he again rolled his eyes.
“Seriously…are you guys like joined at the hip or something?”
Monte just laughed and kissed Sam on the cheek, sending a mischievous grin in Dean’s direction.
“Don’t worry honey, you know you’re my one and only man,” she said in the deepest southern belle drawl she could muster, wrapping her arm around Sam’s shoulders.
Sam laughed and shook his head, adding some spices to whatever he was making.
“I hate you guys,” Dean laughed, pulling a beer from the fridge.
Sam stood stock still in the ruins of some building.
Dean was screaming at the top of his lungs in sheer terror. A sound Sam was never sure he had heard before. Nor did he ever want to hear.
His father was there too, and at that moment he knew that something wasn’t right.
He glanced around the ruins frantically, trying to figure out where he was. Why was it so cold?
His eyes caught a shape pinned against the small section of roof that was still left over the floor of the building.
A slight glimmer of color caught his eyes as they slid up the wall. A stained glass window? Where the hell was he?
He finally pinned his gaze on the figure on the ceiling. Ceiling. No.
“Monte!” Dean screamed, waking Sam from this nightmare.
He sat bolt upright in his bed, drenched in cold sweat, shivering, despite the heater that was humming quietly in the corner of the room.
“Shit…”
Sam knew…didn’t want to admit it…but knew that that wasn’t just a nightmare.
He flopped back down in bed.
How the hell was he going to tell Dean?
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Chapter 5: Not Again
Chapter Wordcount: 781
Dean slid under the covers where Monte was already curled up. He moved next to her and she buried her face in his neck.
“Thanks.”
She smiled against his stubble.
“You’re welcome,” she whispered back.
He inhaled deep the scent of her hair and shampoo. It vaguely reminded him of sugar, and maybe tangerines.
“It’s funny…”
She drew back just enough to see his face in the soft light coming from the window.
“I never thought I wanted normal. I used to think that if I had the whole white picket fence, 2.5 kids, the whole thing, that I’d shoot myself. But…now, I dunno.”
Monte didn’t know whether to smile or not. She had to tread lightly. Dean opening up was like sighting the loch ness monster. One wrong move and it was gone for another few years.
“I’ve never had a home,” he paused before clearing his throat. “Doesn’t matter, not like it’s gonna happen.”
“Don’t say that.”
He gave her a look. “Monte, seriously. Sometimes I wonder…about me and you, I’ll never be able to give you that. I’m not built that way. This is what I do. Lie, cheat, steal and kill bad guys.”
“I don’t want that Dean. I mean yea, sure, it would be nice. But if being with you means living on the road forever, than fine, I can deal with that. When Kevin disappeared I left all that behind. I haven’t had a home since then either. And I was well aware of the fact that I might never get it back. But don’t say you can never have that. Someday, if things work out…maybe. Think of it more as a home base,” she smiled.
He just chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.
“Seriously though, thanks…for the vacation.”
She nodded. “I figured it’d be nice to be able to breathe for a bit. And not have to worry about the germs in the motel that are trying to bring you down.”
He laughed and kissed her again.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“This is nice too…just me and you,” he whispered huskily, kissing her neck.
She tried to laugh but it ended as more of a moan.
“Yea…that’s a perk. I know you hate leaving Sam alone in those hole-in-the-wall motels, hell, I’m more comfortable when we’re all together. At least here we get privacy and know he’s safe.”
“Baby…”
“Hmm?”
“Stop talking about Sam.”
She smiled as he disappeared under the covers.
Dean came back from a beer run the next day to see Monte curled up next to Sam on the couch, playing some game on the new laptop.
“What are you trying to steal my girl now?” he asked sarcastically, bringing them all drinks.
“Hey man, she came to me,” Sam taunted with a sarcastic grin.
Monte smiled and snuggled even closer to Sam.
Dean just rolled his eyes.
When Dean came out of the shower to see Sam and Monte both making dinner and laughing about something that same day he again rolled his eyes.
“Seriously…are you guys like joined at the hip or something?”
Monte just laughed and kissed Sam on the cheek, sending a mischievous grin in Dean’s direction.
“Don’t worry honey, you know you’re my one and only man,” she said in the deepest southern belle drawl she could muster, wrapping her arm around Sam’s shoulders.
Sam laughed and shook his head, adding some spices to whatever he was making.
“I hate you guys,” Dean laughed, pulling a beer from the fridge.
Sam stood stock still in the ruins of some building.
Dean was screaming at the top of his lungs in sheer terror. A sound Sam was never sure he had heard before. Nor did he ever want to hear.
His father was there too, and at that moment he knew that something wasn’t right.
He glanced around the ruins frantically, trying to figure out where he was. Why was it so cold?
His eyes caught a shape pinned against the small section of roof that was still left over the floor of the building.
A slight glimmer of color caught his eyes as they slid up the wall. A stained glass window? Where the hell was he?
He finally pinned his gaze on the figure on the ceiling. Ceiling. No.
“Monte!” Dean screamed, waking Sam from this nightmare.
He sat bolt upright in his bed, drenched in cold sweat, shivering, despite the heater that was humming quietly in the corner of the room.
“Shit…”
Sam knew…didn’t want to admit it…but knew that that wasn’t just a nightmare.
He flopped back down in bed.
How the hell was he going to tell Dean?
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