Highway to Hell: Episode Four: Series Finale: "Fallen Angel"
Episode 4 : Fallen Angel
Chapter 3: Donuts of Doom
Chapter Wordcount: 1382
She woke up squinting against the light that was now present in the room. She slid her leg behind her and was instantly awake when it didn’t hit another warm body.
She rolled over and saw Dean sitting at the small table with some papers spread out.
“Right here,” he whispered.
She smiled and then turned a little more when she caught the glimpse of red out of the corner of her eye.
There sitting on the bed, where Dean had been laying the night before, sat a red foil heart shaped box of chocolates with a single red rose lying on top.
She grinned a mile wide and looked back up at him. She swore his face turned as red as the box.
He cleared his throat and shifted his papers, trying to reclaim his masculinity.
“You know how hard it is to find those things? A lot of stores don’t have them out yet.”
The grin was permanently plastered on her face and she got up and walked over to him, pushing his hand with the papers out of the way and straddling his lap, sitting on his knees.
“I can’t believe you got me chocolate.”
“That’s what I'm supposed to do right?”
She just laughed, “You don’t have to do anything.”
“Monte…”
“Stop okay. I know you’re sorry. You’ve said it enough times. I just want to forget this Dean, I want it to go away.”
He held her and looked into her smoky blue eyes.
“I don’t deserve you.”
Her smile faltered.
“Don’t you ever say that again.”
His brow furrowed in confusion.
She stopped him before he could speak again.
“I hate the way you look at yourself. You shoulder all the guilt and all the sorrow of the world and it kills me. I just wish sometimes you could see yourself the way I do. All you focus on is the part that lies, cheats, hustles, the credit card fraud. I see a hero.”
Okay…now he was lost.
“Dean…think of all the people you’ve saved…all the people that are living long happy lives because of something you did.”
His gaze dropped.
“Baby…”
He met her eyes again and sighed.
“Sometimes I wonder if it’s not me that doesn’t deserve you. I’m serious Dean…you’re my hero.”
He just smiled and kissed her.
She smiled too and ran her fingers through his hair unconsciously.
“I’m gonna go get us all some coffee, ‘kay?”
He nodded as she got off his lap and pulled on a pair of jeans.
“I love you,” he said as she opened the door.
She smiled, “I love you too,” she whispered.
The door shut behind her and Dean’s gaze fell to the red heart shaped box on the pillow. He just smiled and shook his head; Sammy was never going to let him hear the end of that one.
Monte shifted in her front seat and groaned against the curtain of sleep that was slowly disappearing.
She felt Dean shift his leg under her head and she rolled, hoping she hadn’t cut off his circulation.
He looked down at her smiling and pushing some hair out of her eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” she whispered back.
“You have a nice nap?”
“Yes,” she laughed, rolling onto her back and stretching what little she could. “Where are we?”
“Just crossed the Arkansas border…you wanna stop? We kinda need gas anyway…and I’m starving.”
She yawned and rubbed her eyes before reaching up and grabbing her sunglasses from where they were dangling off the rearview mirror.
“Yea…I’m kinda hungry too.”
“’’Kay.”
He pulled out his phone and quick dialed Sam, letting him know they’d be stopping at the next exit.
Monte finally sat up and looked around at the scenery; she turned around in the seat and waved like a little kid to Sam behind them.
Sam just laughed and waved back with his own stupid grin as the Monte Carlo and black Impala took the off ramp and headed to town.
After eating a quick meal at the diner and filling up the cars Monte headed over to the little attached convenience store to stock up on some drinks and food; her cooler was starting to run a little low.
Dean emerged from the bathroom and headed over to where he saw her.
She had an armful of drinks and a bag of chips that he graciously took from her.
“Oh…my…god…”
His eyes immediately darted around scanning for the threat.
“Mini donuts of doom!” she squealed grabbing a couple packages of the little half-dozen wrapped pastries.
Dean was so utterly lost it wasn’t funny. Ghosts of doom, wraiths of doom, demons of doom he had been ready to fight…but donuts of doom?
“What?!”
She just laughed. “Don’t ask…it’s an inside joke with me and Rylee from when we were in high school,” she supplied as she walked towards the counter to pay.
Dean looked over at the shelf and picked up a pack of the powdered rings. “Donuts of doom?” he whispered, giving the package a quick once over as if evaluating the threat.
He finally just shrugged and admitted to himself that he would probably never understand his girl and followed her to the counter with his own handful of the diabolical desserts.
Rolling into Lawrence was even more nerve-wracking than the last time. Dean still held fast that he wished he never had to go back there, Sam was on the edge of hysteria about seeing his father again and Monte was just nervous about how the whole thing would play out.
Sam and Dean had never really told her a lot about their father so she had no earthly idea how he might react to her being with them. But then again the boys not even mentioning her to their father didn’t exactly bode well.
Dean pulled the black car into Missouri’s driveway and was half tempted to throw it in reverse and leave just as fast as he came.
Unfortunately there was a Monte Carlo that had pulled in behind him and blocked his exit.
Dean looked over at Sam, recalling the last time they had been ‘home.’
“You gonna be okay man?”
Sam looked at Dean with confusion before it finally came back to him that that was the very thing he had said to Dean last time.
He smiled, “Lemme get back to you on that.”
Dean hesitantly thought about grabbing his 9mm from the glove box; he never knew how his dad was going to react, but the sound of a car door slamming behind him made him get out without the added protection.
Monte pulled her shirt down over her belt and drug her lip through her teeth.
Sam and Dean had told her about Missouri being a psychic and she half wondered if the woman knew the unease that was literally boiling outside her front door.
Dean walked up to Monte and sighed.
“Don’t look at me, I’ve never met the guy, you’re the two that are gonna have to deal,” she said as Sam joined them.
Sam sighed and Monte felt bad for him; thinking of the pure stress that must be running through that boy’s veins.
Dean finally gave in, taking Monte’s hand in his and heading towards the foreboding front door.
Monte stuck her hand out behind her and grabbed Sam’s before he had the chance to go hide in the car.
Dean had barely lifted his hand to knock on the door when it was snatched open.
Missouri had sensed the two youngest Winchester’s before they had even made it to the block. She was just about to go get John and tell him his boys were here when she felt the presence of another person. She just couldn’t quite make out who it was.
The soul felt like a Winchester, yet completely un-Winchester at the same time.
When they got closer to her home she finally did call for John who came down the stairs as if nothing so important had even been said.
He made it to the front room just in time to see the cream colored car that had pulled in behind the old Impala.
“Who the hell?” he trailed off.
Missouri bit back a smile, she should have known.
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Chapter 3: Donuts of Doom
Chapter Wordcount: 1382
She woke up squinting against the light that was now present in the room. She slid her leg behind her and was instantly awake when it didn’t hit another warm body.
She rolled over and saw Dean sitting at the small table with some papers spread out.
“Right here,” he whispered.
She smiled and then turned a little more when she caught the glimpse of red out of the corner of her eye.
There sitting on the bed, where Dean had been laying the night before, sat a red foil heart shaped box of chocolates with a single red rose lying on top.
She grinned a mile wide and looked back up at him. She swore his face turned as red as the box.
He cleared his throat and shifted his papers, trying to reclaim his masculinity.
“You know how hard it is to find those things? A lot of stores don’t have them out yet.”
The grin was permanently plastered on her face and she got up and walked over to him, pushing his hand with the papers out of the way and straddling his lap, sitting on his knees.
“I can’t believe you got me chocolate.”
“That’s what I'm supposed to do right?”
She just laughed, “You don’t have to do anything.”
“Monte…”
“Stop okay. I know you’re sorry. You’ve said it enough times. I just want to forget this Dean, I want it to go away.”
He held her and looked into her smoky blue eyes.
“I don’t deserve you.”
Her smile faltered.
“Don’t you ever say that again.”
His brow furrowed in confusion.
She stopped him before he could speak again.
“I hate the way you look at yourself. You shoulder all the guilt and all the sorrow of the world and it kills me. I just wish sometimes you could see yourself the way I do. All you focus on is the part that lies, cheats, hustles, the credit card fraud. I see a hero.”
Okay…now he was lost.
“Dean…think of all the people you’ve saved…all the people that are living long happy lives because of something you did.”
His gaze dropped.
“Baby…”
He met her eyes again and sighed.
“Sometimes I wonder if it’s not me that doesn’t deserve you. I’m serious Dean…you’re my hero.”
He just smiled and kissed her.
She smiled too and ran her fingers through his hair unconsciously.
“I’m gonna go get us all some coffee, ‘kay?”
He nodded as she got off his lap and pulled on a pair of jeans.
“I love you,” he said as she opened the door.
She smiled, “I love you too,” she whispered.
The door shut behind her and Dean’s gaze fell to the red heart shaped box on the pillow. He just smiled and shook his head; Sammy was never going to let him hear the end of that one.
Monte shifted in her front seat and groaned against the curtain of sleep that was slowly disappearing.
She felt Dean shift his leg under her head and she rolled, hoping she hadn’t cut off his circulation.
He looked down at her smiling and pushing some hair out of her eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” she whispered back.
“You have a nice nap?”
“Yes,” she laughed, rolling onto her back and stretching what little she could. “Where are we?”
“Just crossed the Arkansas border…you wanna stop? We kinda need gas anyway…and I’m starving.”
She yawned and rubbed her eyes before reaching up and grabbing her sunglasses from where they were dangling off the rearview mirror.
“Yea…I’m kinda hungry too.”
“’’Kay.”
He pulled out his phone and quick dialed Sam, letting him know they’d be stopping at the next exit.
Monte finally sat up and looked around at the scenery; she turned around in the seat and waved like a little kid to Sam behind them.
Sam just laughed and waved back with his own stupid grin as the Monte Carlo and black Impala took the off ramp and headed to town.
After eating a quick meal at the diner and filling up the cars Monte headed over to the little attached convenience store to stock up on some drinks and food; her cooler was starting to run a little low.
Dean emerged from the bathroom and headed over to where he saw her.
She had an armful of drinks and a bag of chips that he graciously took from her.
“Oh…my…god…”
His eyes immediately darted around scanning for the threat.
“Mini donuts of doom!” she squealed grabbing a couple packages of the little half-dozen wrapped pastries.
Dean was so utterly lost it wasn’t funny. Ghosts of doom, wraiths of doom, demons of doom he had been ready to fight…but donuts of doom?
“What?!”
She just laughed. “Don’t ask…it’s an inside joke with me and Rylee from when we were in high school,” she supplied as she walked towards the counter to pay.
Dean looked over at the shelf and picked up a pack of the powdered rings. “Donuts of doom?” he whispered, giving the package a quick once over as if evaluating the threat.
He finally just shrugged and admitted to himself that he would probably never understand his girl and followed her to the counter with his own handful of the diabolical desserts.
Rolling into Lawrence was even more nerve-wracking than the last time. Dean still held fast that he wished he never had to go back there, Sam was on the edge of hysteria about seeing his father again and Monte was just nervous about how the whole thing would play out.
Sam and Dean had never really told her a lot about their father so she had no earthly idea how he might react to her being with them. But then again the boys not even mentioning her to their father didn’t exactly bode well.
Dean pulled the black car into Missouri’s driveway and was half tempted to throw it in reverse and leave just as fast as he came.
Unfortunately there was a Monte Carlo that had pulled in behind him and blocked his exit.
Dean looked over at Sam, recalling the last time they had been ‘home.’
“You gonna be okay man?”
Sam looked at Dean with confusion before it finally came back to him that that was the very thing he had said to Dean last time.
He smiled, “Lemme get back to you on that.”
Dean hesitantly thought about grabbing his 9mm from the glove box; he never knew how his dad was going to react, but the sound of a car door slamming behind him made him get out without the added protection.
Monte pulled her shirt down over her belt and drug her lip through her teeth.
Sam and Dean had told her about Missouri being a psychic and she half wondered if the woman knew the unease that was literally boiling outside her front door.
Dean walked up to Monte and sighed.
“Don’t look at me, I’ve never met the guy, you’re the two that are gonna have to deal,” she said as Sam joined them.
Sam sighed and Monte felt bad for him; thinking of the pure stress that must be running through that boy’s veins.
Dean finally gave in, taking Monte’s hand in his and heading towards the foreboding front door.
Monte stuck her hand out behind her and grabbed Sam’s before he had the chance to go hide in the car.
Dean had barely lifted his hand to knock on the door when it was snatched open.
Missouri had sensed the two youngest Winchester’s before they had even made it to the block. She was just about to go get John and tell him his boys were here when she felt the presence of another person. She just couldn’t quite make out who it was.
The soul felt like a Winchester, yet completely un-Winchester at the same time.
When they got closer to her home she finally did call for John who came down the stairs as if nothing so important had even been said.
He made it to the front room just in time to see the cream colored car that had pulled in behind the old Impala.
“Who the hell?” he trailed off.
Missouri bit back a smile, she should have known.
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