Opposite Directions
Opposite Directions
“So when you coming back my way?” Eliot asked, driving through the rain and wishing he were anywhere but the back roads of nowhere, alone and heading towards the next hunt.
“Which way is that again?” Dean asked with a slight laugh. He can tell Sam’s asleep by the fact that he’s not yelling over his brother to make this a three way call.
“Just… when are you gonna come see me next?” He hated that he sounded so desperate. Maybe he should have called when Sam was awake. Sam could read him well enough to know what he wanted to say without making him say it. With him and Dean… well… Dean was no better with words than he was. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah.” He wanted to beat the hell out of his phone because it was so typical of Dean to say that and nothing else. “I don’t think we have anything lined up after we’re done here. How bout I call when we’re done and we’ll figure out a place to meet up? So long as nothing comes up where people are dieing it should be good, right?”
Only people were always dieing somewhere and Eliot was starting to get tired of all this. Long distance was one thing. Always driving in the opposite direction was another.
“Eliot?”
“Yeah Dean. It’s good.”
“Yeah, alright. Just… Eliot. Be careful alright. Know that I… damn. Just… I l-”
He waited, then stared at his phone as the line went dead. Goddamn soon of a bitch. He hated cell phones, hated hunting, hated the rain and goddamn hated the Winchesters.
He’s be so much better off he could just stop loving them.
“So when you coming back my way?” Eliot asked, driving through the rain and wishing he were anywhere but the back roads of nowhere, alone and heading towards the next hunt.
“Which way is that again?” Dean asked with a slight laugh. He can tell Sam’s asleep by the fact that he’s not yelling over his brother to make this a three way call.
“Just… when are you gonna come see me next?” He hated that he sounded so desperate. Maybe he should have called when Sam was awake. Sam could read him well enough to know what he wanted to say without making him say it. With him and Dean… well… Dean was no better with words than he was. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah.” He wanted to beat the hell out of his phone because it was so typical of Dean to say that and nothing else. “I don’t think we have anything lined up after we’re done here. How bout I call when we’re done and we’ll figure out a place to meet up? So long as nothing comes up where people are dieing it should be good, right?”
Only people were always dieing somewhere and Eliot was starting to get tired of all this. Long distance was one thing. Always driving in the opposite direction was another.
“Eliot?”
“Yeah Dean. It’s good.”
“Yeah, alright. Just… Eliot. Be careful alright. Know that I… damn. Just… I l-”
He waited, then stared at his phone as the line went dead. Goddamn soon of a bitch. He hated cell phones, hated hunting, hated the rain and goddamn hated the Winchesters.
He’s be so much better off he could just stop loving them.