All in the Family
All in the Family
Chapter 6
Chapter Wordcount: 1055
Rayne tried not to be too aloof after that, but the truth was her mind was still raging over everything that had happened.
She had tried to be so strong in the beginning, be the calm in the storm, the voice of reason for the three of them that she never addressed and answered the own questions that were building in her mind.
Dean didn’t tell her but he had filled Sam in on her meltdown in the shower one night when they went to grab dinner.
Of course Dean had to quick backtrack to get Sam off his sudden rampage to go talk to her, finally convincing him to give her time and space, threatening to keep driving in circles and not returning to the motel until Sam finally agreed.
Rayne still found time to be with Dean, she found time to be with Sam, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to initiate or go along with anything once they all climbed in bed together at night.
She was getting there, slowly but surely, she just wasn’t there yet.
“Dean…we got a problem,” Sam sighed, typing away at his laptop, sitting at the desk in the corner.
“What? Did the O2 tank explode and blow off part of our space capsule?” Rayne mumbled from where she was curled up against Dean’s chest on the bed.
Sam’s eyebrows shot up and a grin danced across Dean’s face as he craned his neck to look at her.
“What? Apollo 13 was on last night, leave me alone.”
Both boys chuckled before returning to what they were doing, Sam on his laptop and Dean with the TV remote.
“Alright, what’s the problem Houston?”
Rayne rolled her eyes and snatched the remote from Dean.
“Well, we got that poltergeist we have to take care of…and we’re still 200 miles from there…”
“So?”
“So, apparently there’s a vengeful spirit…600 miles behind us.”
Dean sighed and glanced at the television as Rayne kept changing channels before getting up and walking over to Sam.
“So, we’re closer to the poltergeist, we’ll hit that first and backtrack.”
“That’s not all.”
“Oh god, what?”
“The spirit’s already killed two people.”
That caught Rayne’s attention, not that she hadn’t been listening before, but this was apparently more than a standard haunting.
“Great,” Dean groaned, running his hand over his face and pacing between the window and the small table.
“Why don’t we split up?”
“No.”
“Dean, I can go back, you guys can go take care…”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t read that ancient lingo shit we gotta use this time to get rid of the poltergeist, I need you there.”
“Fine, then you go back.”
Dean’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned and resumed his pacing.
“Guys…”
“I’m not going back Sam…we’ll just…I dunno, come back for the poltergeist or something.”
“What?” Sam asked, his voice breaking, “Dean, the poltergeist has already attacked the father and threatened the daughter…”
“Guys?”
“Well what do you suggest we do Sam?” Dean asked, his irritation peaking.
“Pay attention to me!” Rayne boomed, lifting her shirt and her bra in the process flashing both Dean and Sam.
Instantly their eyes shot to her body, Sam recovered first, his cheeks burning red before he looked away.
Rayne smirked, sighing and pulling her shirt back down.
“Guys, I can…Dean!” she said, bringing his attention back from where it had still been fixated on her now covered chest.
“Hmm?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“I can go back, you guys go deal with the poltergeist and then we’ll meet up.”
“No.”
She looked at Dean with wide eyes.
“Why the hell not?”
“’Cause…we only got one car,” he stuttered.
She snorted, looking at him like he was insane.
“Are you serious? That’s the excuse you’re giving me?”
Even Sam chuckled, settling back into his seat.
“Like I haven’t stolen a damn car before,” she scoffed.
Dean groaned and slumped onto the second seat at the table.
“Dean…ghosts was practically all I dealt with before I met you guys, I can handle it.”
His head went back and hit the drywall with a thud.
“Doesn’t mean I like it,” he mumbled.
Rayne glanced over at Sam who just smiled sadly at her.
She sighed and walked over to Dean, straddling his lap, his hands instinctively reaching up to grasp her hips.
“It’ll be what? A week, tops? It’ll be fine Dean…you know we have to.”
He sighed and brought his head back up.
“I know.”
Dean and Sam took Rayne to a local shopping center where she picked out a standard white pickup in the middle of the night. The most inconspicuous vehicle on the road practically, seeing as let alone regular civilians but practically every commercial fleet in the country had a couple hundred.
Before she broke in she slinked off into the shadows armed with a screwdriver and removed four different license plates, placing them all on a different car then they had come off of.
The truck would be hard enough to track down, but add in the fact that the plates had been changed, along with other cars, by the time the owners realized the plates they had weren’t their own, and by the time the sorry excuse for law enforcement figured out the puzzle of the swapped numbers, she would no longer have use for the truck and it would long be ditched on some back road, wiped of all prints.
Dean couldn’t help but marvel at the way her mind worked when it came to things like this. He watched her carefully as they cruised the parking lot, keeping lookout as she put her plan into action.
“Guess her Dad didn’t get put away for grand theft auto for nothing,” Sam joked, smiling at Dean when he turned and smirked at him.
Within five minutes she had the plates switched, the door popped and the truck of her choice hotwired.
Dean brought the Impala idling behind the truck as Sam handed her her duffle which she tossed into the bed of the truck.
She leaned down and kissed Sam through the window.
“You be careful.”
“I will,” she smiled before walking back around to the truck and leaning in to kiss Dean as well before he sighed and pulled away.
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Chapter 6
Chapter Wordcount: 1055
Rayne tried not to be too aloof after that, but the truth was her mind was still raging over everything that had happened.
She had tried to be so strong in the beginning, be the calm in the storm, the voice of reason for the three of them that she never addressed and answered the own questions that were building in her mind.
Dean didn’t tell her but he had filled Sam in on her meltdown in the shower one night when they went to grab dinner.
Of course Dean had to quick backtrack to get Sam off his sudden rampage to go talk to her, finally convincing him to give her time and space, threatening to keep driving in circles and not returning to the motel until Sam finally agreed.
Rayne still found time to be with Dean, she found time to be with Sam, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to initiate or go along with anything once they all climbed in bed together at night.
She was getting there, slowly but surely, she just wasn’t there yet.
“Dean…we got a problem,” Sam sighed, typing away at his laptop, sitting at the desk in the corner.
“What? Did the O2 tank explode and blow off part of our space capsule?” Rayne mumbled from where she was curled up against Dean’s chest on the bed.
Sam’s eyebrows shot up and a grin danced across Dean’s face as he craned his neck to look at her.
“What? Apollo 13 was on last night, leave me alone.”
Both boys chuckled before returning to what they were doing, Sam on his laptop and Dean with the TV remote.
“Alright, what’s the problem Houston?”
Rayne rolled her eyes and snatched the remote from Dean.
“Well, we got that poltergeist we have to take care of…and we’re still 200 miles from there…”
“So?”
“So, apparently there’s a vengeful spirit…600 miles behind us.”
Dean sighed and glanced at the television as Rayne kept changing channels before getting up and walking over to Sam.
“So, we’re closer to the poltergeist, we’ll hit that first and backtrack.”
“That’s not all.”
“Oh god, what?”
“The spirit’s already killed two people.”
That caught Rayne’s attention, not that she hadn’t been listening before, but this was apparently more than a standard haunting.
“Great,” Dean groaned, running his hand over his face and pacing between the window and the small table.
“Why don’t we split up?”
“No.”
“Dean, I can go back, you guys can go take care…”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t read that ancient lingo shit we gotta use this time to get rid of the poltergeist, I need you there.”
“Fine, then you go back.”
Dean’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned and resumed his pacing.
“Guys…”
“I’m not going back Sam…we’ll just…I dunno, come back for the poltergeist or something.”
“What?” Sam asked, his voice breaking, “Dean, the poltergeist has already attacked the father and threatened the daughter…”
“Guys?”
“Well what do you suggest we do Sam?” Dean asked, his irritation peaking.
“Pay attention to me!” Rayne boomed, lifting her shirt and her bra in the process flashing both Dean and Sam.
Instantly their eyes shot to her body, Sam recovered first, his cheeks burning red before he looked away.
Rayne smirked, sighing and pulling her shirt back down.
“Guys, I can…Dean!” she said, bringing his attention back from where it had still been fixated on her now covered chest.
“Hmm?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“I can go back, you guys go deal with the poltergeist and then we’ll meet up.”
“No.”
She looked at Dean with wide eyes.
“Why the hell not?”
“’Cause…we only got one car,” he stuttered.
She snorted, looking at him like he was insane.
“Are you serious? That’s the excuse you’re giving me?”
Even Sam chuckled, settling back into his seat.
“Like I haven’t stolen a damn car before,” she scoffed.
Dean groaned and slumped onto the second seat at the table.
“Dean…ghosts was practically all I dealt with before I met you guys, I can handle it.”
His head went back and hit the drywall with a thud.
“Doesn’t mean I like it,” he mumbled.
Rayne glanced over at Sam who just smiled sadly at her.
She sighed and walked over to Dean, straddling his lap, his hands instinctively reaching up to grasp her hips.
“It’ll be what? A week, tops? It’ll be fine Dean…you know we have to.”
He sighed and brought his head back up.
“I know.”
Dean and Sam took Rayne to a local shopping center where she picked out a standard white pickup in the middle of the night. The most inconspicuous vehicle on the road practically, seeing as let alone regular civilians but practically every commercial fleet in the country had a couple hundred.
Before she broke in she slinked off into the shadows armed with a screwdriver and removed four different license plates, placing them all on a different car then they had come off of.
The truck would be hard enough to track down, but add in the fact that the plates had been changed, along with other cars, by the time the owners realized the plates they had weren’t their own, and by the time the sorry excuse for law enforcement figured out the puzzle of the swapped numbers, she would no longer have use for the truck and it would long be ditched on some back road, wiped of all prints.
Dean couldn’t help but marvel at the way her mind worked when it came to things like this. He watched her carefully as they cruised the parking lot, keeping lookout as she put her plan into action.
“Guess her Dad didn’t get put away for grand theft auto for nothing,” Sam joked, smiling at Dean when he turned and smirked at him.
Within five minutes she had the plates switched, the door popped and the truck of her choice hotwired.
Dean brought the Impala idling behind the truck as Sam handed her her duffle which she tossed into the bed of the truck.
She leaned down and kissed Sam through the window.
“You be careful.”
“I will,” she smiled before walking back around to the truck and leaning in to kiss Dean as well before he sighed and pulled away.
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