Highway to Hell: Episode Three: "Burn in Hell"
Episode 3 : Burn in Hell
Chapter 7: Shattered
Chapter Wordcount: 921
Dean didn’t sleep at all that night, so for once, he was the first one ‘up,’ itching and raring to go get some breakfast, refusing to let Monte cook it.
“Fine, whatever,” she said, grabbing her coat and her keys. Dean grabbed his too.
“I need gas,” he cut out.
She stood silent for a split second before shrugging and heading out the door.
They slid into the booth next to the window and looked at the menus. Dean actually slid in next to Sam, but that wasn’t entirely uncommon, so Monte didn’t think anything of it.
Not long after the food came, Dean set down his fork and cleared his throat.
Monte swallowed the pancake she had been chewing. “What’s up with you dude, you’ve been acting weird all morning.”
“This isn’t working.”
Monte glanced at Sam who looked as lost as she was.
“What?”
“Us.”
She swallowed again, sans food.
“What?”
“Were not working.”
Sam was boring a hole into the side of Dean’s head, afraid at where this might be going, and terrified that he already knew the answer.
“I thought I could be the good little boy, go steady and all that shit…I can’t. I don’t think we should be together anymore. I think we should just cut out losses and go out separate ways.”
Monte put down her fork and Sam let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
“Cut our losses? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about us splitting up. Breaking up. Not together anymore…I don’t see what you’re not getting. We’re over Monte…I don’t want this anymore.”
She could swear her heart had just exploded in her chest. She vaguely wondered who she would call to inform them she was dead.
But then the sinking feeling settled in her stomach when she realized Sam and Dean were at the top of that list.
“Are you drunk or something…”
“We're. Over. I don’t know what else you want me to say.”
Breathe damnit. Why couldn’t she breathe?
“Dean, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m not a one girl guy Monte, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I just think we should end this before you get to deep.”
“I get too deep? Dude, what the hell are you talking about?!”
“I don’t want to be with you anymore, I wanna be able to bang whatever chick I want to, whenever I want to, what part of that are you not understanding?”
“Umm…the part that came out of the fucking blue sky!”
“Dean…” Sam started.
“Stay out of this Sammy.”
Monte looked at Sam’s apologetic face, then back to Dean’s stone wall of one.
“Can we just talk about this…or I don’t know, you tell me why, where the fuck this came from? Because from where I’m sitting I can’t tell what the fuck’s going on.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, and I already gave you a reason why.”
“Oh, you mean because you want to be a man whore?”
He didn’t respond to that, and they all sat in a thick silence.
She tried to compose herself and tried to will the nausea she was suddenly struck with to go away.
She had let this little asshole through the wall she had built and in that second she slammed it back in place.
I should have known better, I don’t need this crap, this is why I never get involved…what a fucking big ass mistake, she thought.
“Fine.”
Uh oh…this cant be good. Sam’s eyes snapped to her.
“I don’t know who the hell shoved whatever the fuck they did up your ass, but fine. If that’s the way you want to leave this you cowardly little son of a bitch then fine,” she threw her napkin on the syrupy plate and stormed out of the diner.
Sam turned to Dean. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“Breaking up…what does it look like?” he snipped, taking a sip of his coffee.
Sam unceremoniously shoved Dean out of the booth, hell bent to go stop Monte and fix whatever the hell Dean had just shattered.
Dean had just stood back up from the floor, “Dude, what the hell?!”
The sound of shattering glass rung out as clear as a bell.
Sam and Dean both turned to see Monte twirling a tire iron in her hand and standing next to…the Impala’s front fender.
“No…” Dean breathed.
Sam’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “She wouldn’t…”
She just stared at Dean through the smudged and streaked diner window for a second before climbing into her car.
The boys both burst through the door and were halfway to the Impala when the Monte Carlo careened over the curb, the suspension groaning and the car bobbing and rocking as it was viciously forced over the offending obstacle, and floored down the road.
Dean ran to his black car and slid to a stop, his eyes quickly flicking over the beast trying to assess the damage and finding none. He stopped when he saw the remains of a couple broken beer bottles that were sprinkled over the hood and on the ground by the tire.
Sam ran out into the street but Monte was long gone.
He turned to yell at Dean for being such a fucking dipshit just in time to see his superman of a brother hit his knees and empty his stomach of what little he had eaten at breakfast.
What had he just done?
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Chapter 7: Shattered
Chapter Wordcount: 921
Dean didn’t sleep at all that night, so for once, he was the first one ‘up,’ itching and raring to go get some breakfast, refusing to let Monte cook it.
“Fine, whatever,” she said, grabbing her coat and her keys. Dean grabbed his too.
“I need gas,” he cut out.
She stood silent for a split second before shrugging and heading out the door.
They slid into the booth next to the window and looked at the menus. Dean actually slid in next to Sam, but that wasn’t entirely uncommon, so Monte didn’t think anything of it.
Not long after the food came, Dean set down his fork and cleared his throat.
Monte swallowed the pancake she had been chewing. “What’s up with you dude, you’ve been acting weird all morning.”
“This isn’t working.”
Monte glanced at Sam who looked as lost as she was.
“What?”
“Us.”
She swallowed again, sans food.
“What?”
“Were not working.”
Sam was boring a hole into the side of Dean’s head, afraid at where this might be going, and terrified that he already knew the answer.
“I thought I could be the good little boy, go steady and all that shit…I can’t. I don’t think we should be together anymore. I think we should just cut out losses and go out separate ways.”
Monte put down her fork and Sam let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
“Cut our losses? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about us splitting up. Breaking up. Not together anymore…I don’t see what you’re not getting. We’re over Monte…I don’t want this anymore.”
She could swear her heart had just exploded in her chest. She vaguely wondered who she would call to inform them she was dead.
But then the sinking feeling settled in her stomach when she realized Sam and Dean were at the top of that list.
“Are you drunk or something…”
“We're. Over. I don’t know what else you want me to say.”
Breathe damnit. Why couldn’t she breathe?
“Dean, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m not a one girl guy Monte, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I just think we should end this before you get to deep.”
“I get too deep? Dude, what the hell are you talking about?!”
“I don’t want to be with you anymore, I wanna be able to bang whatever chick I want to, whenever I want to, what part of that are you not understanding?”
“Umm…the part that came out of the fucking blue sky!”
“Dean…” Sam started.
“Stay out of this Sammy.”
Monte looked at Sam’s apologetic face, then back to Dean’s stone wall of one.
“Can we just talk about this…or I don’t know, you tell me why, where the fuck this came from? Because from where I’m sitting I can’t tell what the fuck’s going on.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, and I already gave you a reason why.”
“Oh, you mean because you want to be a man whore?”
He didn’t respond to that, and they all sat in a thick silence.
She tried to compose herself and tried to will the nausea she was suddenly struck with to go away.
She had let this little asshole through the wall she had built and in that second she slammed it back in place.
I should have known better, I don’t need this crap, this is why I never get involved…what a fucking big ass mistake, she thought.
“Fine.”
Uh oh…this cant be good. Sam’s eyes snapped to her.
“I don’t know who the hell shoved whatever the fuck they did up your ass, but fine. If that’s the way you want to leave this you cowardly little son of a bitch then fine,” she threw her napkin on the syrupy plate and stormed out of the diner.
Sam turned to Dean. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“Breaking up…what does it look like?” he snipped, taking a sip of his coffee.
Sam unceremoniously shoved Dean out of the booth, hell bent to go stop Monte and fix whatever the hell Dean had just shattered.
Dean had just stood back up from the floor, “Dude, what the hell?!”
The sound of shattering glass rung out as clear as a bell.
Sam and Dean both turned to see Monte twirling a tire iron in her hand and standing next to…the Impala’s front fender.
“No…” Dean breathed.
Sam’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “She wouldn’t…”
She just stared at Dean through the smudged and streaked diner window for a second before climbing into her car.
The boys both burst through the door and were halfway to the Impala when the Monte Carlo careened over the curb, the suspension groaning and the car bobbing and rocking as it was viciously forced over the offending obstacle, and floored down the road.
Dean ran to his black car and slid to a stop, his eyes quickly flicking over the beast trying to assess the damage and finding none. He stopped when he saw the remains of a couple broken beer bottles that were sprinkled over the hood and on the ground by the tire.
Sam ran out into the street but Monte was long gone.
He turned to yell at Dean for being such a fucking dipshit just in time to see his superman of a brother hit his knees and empty his stomach of what little he had eaten at breakfast.
What had he just done?
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