Sorry I haven't updated in a long time :( I've been really busy with school and work. Did I say I was sorry? And I know the real Dean would most likely not react like this if his car got destroyed but in this story he does... And I would really like reviews. I haven't had any and I would really like to so please review!
Fuck. Me. I stared at Dean nervously and bit my lip. Shit, shit, shit. I really did it this time. He would either do one of three things: suck me outta my meat suit (I had actually grown attached to this one so that would fucking piss me off), tie me back to that damn chair in Bobby's basement and go back to torturing me but step it up a whole new level, or get Sam to perform his freaky mind power thing on me... I shuddered. I'd prefer the second one.
"What. the. fuck. did. you. do. to. my. car." I winced. His face was stony, his voice now quiet and calm, yet his shoulders were tense, his hands curled into fists, and I had the feeling he was doing everything in his power not to beat the shit out of me right now. I don't know why. I totally deserved it, I mean hell... I killed his baby. I looked over my shoulder at what was left of his car (if you could even call it a car now) and let out a sigh. Fuck my life. I turned my attention back to Dean. His eyes focused where my gaze once was before turning back to me. He was waiting. For my explanation. Of why I did this. How I did this. Didn't really wanna tell him because I can guarantee he wasn't gonna like it.
"I may have borrowed your car...and taken it for a little drive-" I could practically feel Dean's blood pressure rising and his heart rate increasing as his anger increased by the second. Meaning I just pissed him off. And I hadn't even gotten to the good part.
"Alright, I did borrow your car. I was going for a little drive. I did intend to bring your car back safe and sound. But then while I was driving, I guess I got distracted by the music and I started swerving into the other lane. Right into a tractor trailers path. So...I jerked the wheel...and went right over the guardrail. Right down the side of the fucking mountain. Flipped four times. And then that tree stopped us...And I have a broken nose." Dean just stared at me for a few minutes. I waited for him to start screaming at me or lunge towards me, or anything. I definitely was not prepared for him to take a deep breath, look me straight in the eyes, nod his head, then walk away. Towards Castiel. Who immediately zapped them to god knows where. And all I can say is fuck. Because Dean will forever hate me. More than he used to. And plus suddenly my body really fucking hurts.
I didn't really know what to do. With Dean's... big chunk of metal... so I just left it there. And with no cellular device I couldn't call Sam or Jo to come pick me up so guess who got to walk home? Yeah. Two miles. Five minutes in, it starts raining. And thundering. Then I see lightning. And what the fuck, really? I tried yelling for Castiel but the son of a bitch never came. Asshole. So yeah, I had to walk two miles to Bobby's. By the time I got there, it was one in the morning. And I was drenched. And shivering. And pissed off. And my body fucking hurt everywhere. Then when I rang the doorbell and no one answered. I tried knocking. Nothing. So I decided, fuck it. I kicked the door down. And almost cried. Because dammit a mile back I'm sure I twisted my ankle and that didn't help at all. Yeah, I'm a demon and demons don't cry. But I'm also me. Plus I just rolled down the side of the fucking mountain in a car so you can't really blame me.
The first thing I noticed when I walked, limped, through the door (well over it really) was that the house looked like a tornado had hit it. Well actually it looked like a very pissed off someone had taken their anger out on Bobby's possession. Wonder who would've done that.
"Hello Tova." And goddamnit. I definitely did not wanna deal with this shit right now. I just wanted to collapse. And cry. "Well aren't you going to say hello back?" I could practically see the smug grin on his face, even though he was facing my back. Bastard. I blamed him for everything. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. And he knew it. I slowly turned around until I was face to face with him. "What the hell do you want, dad?"