The Strange Ways In Which We Meet Part 3
Sam had been planning to stay close to Aurora, protect her, but he found he once again had the wrong idea. She threw the first punch, nailed her first kick, and Sam would swear for years after that he had seen her land a perfect backflip after running up the wall. They advanced back to back down the hallway, gaining some bruises and cuts, but gaining more ground.
At a nod from Aurora, Sam kicked a large door down, and there was Dean, cheek bruised, wrists chafed from steel handcuffs, but fine enough to flash a grin Sam’s way and mock-whine “Did you bring me pie, Sammy?” Sam rolled his eyes, then grinned, a deep laugh of relief escaping his lips and almost doubling him over.
Kneeling next to Dean, Sam quickly glanced around, before a bobby pin was placed in his hand. Looking up at Aurora, she flashed him a smile. “Being the sexy schoolteacher at least has one advantage.”
Sam blushed deeply, and Dean laughed. “What Sammy’s trying to say,” Dean said, rotating his now-freed wrists with a wince, “is that he feels there are more advantages than just you having bobby pins.”
Sam reached over and whapped Dean across the back of the head, and Dean cried out. “Shit Dean, are you ok?”
“You are so sweet and gullible, Sammy,” Dean smirked, and Sam shook his head.
“It’s Sam,” he glared, but couldn’t stop the smile. “Jerk.”
“Bitch,” Dean responded, staggering slightly as he tried to stand up. Sam slipped his shoulder under Dean’s arm, guiding him towards the door.
“You guys get out of here,” Aurora said, cocking her gun as she peered around the doorframe. “I’ll cover you.”
“We are not leaving you here with your cover blown,” Sam said insistently, and Dean nodded, leaning against the wall and catching the gun Sam tossed his way.
…
“Hello baby.” Dean paused long enough to stroke the Impala’s hood before curling up in the passenger seat, allowing Sam to tuck his legs into the driver’s side.
“Can we drive you somewhere?” Sam asked, head out the window as Aurora leaned against the side of the car.
“My ride’s here,” she grinned, as five cars, sirens screaming, careened into the parking lot. The grin slowly slid off her face as she looked back at Sam. “So…bye Sam. Bye Dean. Take care of yourselves, ok?”
“Wait!” Sam grabbed her phone out of her pocket and punched a few keys. “Call me when this is over, let me know you’re alright.” As the CIA agents and cops began to eye the car, Sam leaned out the window, kissing Aurora’s cheek before stomping on the gas.
“That’s my boy,” Dean said with a smile, as his eyes drifted closed.