Chapter Two
"Did you just call me Reggie?" Tears begin to well in my eyes."Yeah, I guess-" I don't hear him finish. I run out of the gas station, my eyes spilling over with tears. I go right back to the motel room and throw myself over the bed.
There is a knock on my door about a half an hour later. I furiously wipe away stray tears as the door swings open with a creak.
"You forgot to grab your food," Sam's familiar voice says cautiously. I hear the crinkly paper bag be sat on the table. I remain turned away. "Look, I'm sorry I called you Reggie. It just slipped and I didn't think it would upset you." Sam shuts the door behind him and sits on the edge of the bed. I roll over.
"My sister always called me Reggie. No one has ever called me that except for her. I guess I wasn't ready to hear it yet." I force a small smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes.
Sam takes the hint to not press the conversation any further. He instead changes the subject. "So do you want to work with us on this hunt? Well, actually it's just me. Dean has to leave to help Garth with some weird case in Utah and what I'm really saying is I need a car to get around in." He smiles at me.
"Sam I'd love to but I'd end up strangling you because I prefer to work alone." He tilts his head.
"We managed to survive on the vampire hunt." I shake my head.
"That was a simple take out, not order and take out." I smirk at my metaphor and stand up to grab my burger. I take a huge bite, completely stuffing my mouth and cheeks to look like a chipmunk.
"Can I borrow your car then?" I turn to Sam with a mouth full of burger, my blue eyes wide open.
"Oh Hell no you are not touching my baby." I say, but it more sounds like "Ro hale naw are noot tooshing me carp". He gets the idea though and laughs loudly. I quickly chew and swallow, a blush rising to my cheeks. I restate my position on the subject again.
"You love that car like Dean loves his." He says after he recovers. I set my burger down and sit next to him.
"It's a 1969 Mustang in cherry red paint that I fixed myself when I was fifteen..." I trail off, leaving out the part that my sister helped.
"Come on Reg- Regan, I want to get to know you better. I think this case is the perfect way to start!" I stare at him incredulously.
"So it isn't about the case, or my car?" I ask, unsure of his intentions. Sam opens his mouth before closing it, thinking out an answer. "Look Sam, I'm here in Lexington to take out this werewolf-" Sam cuts me off.
"How do you know it is a werewolf?" I stop short now. I can't exactly say I've spent eight years of my life tracking the werewolf that turned my sister, and I want to take revenge on him. I come up with the fastest slip.
"You're still stuck on why you really want to work this case with me, now shut up." I retort and continue where I left off. "...I'm here to take out this thing not make friends and have a vacation day. July or not this job doesn't have days that need to be used before they expire, no matter how much I want to go to the Breyer Con in Lexington park..." I almost slip into my fantasy of going to the Con but Sam pulls me out of my trance.
"If we work together we can get it done faster and then we can go to Buyer Con or whatever!" Sam points out, literally jumping up and pointing at me.
"Breyer Con," I huff under my breath before considering the proposition. He is right, but I also really would end up killing him. "Alright, but I have conditions. When you get annoying or in my way I have the right to pimp slap you into next week. The second you pry into my personal life I am aloud to choke you until I am satisfied or sure you are dead. And if I kill you, you are not aloud to haunt my ass." Sam looks overly excited with the agreement. I cringe away.
"Deal!" He jumps up and walks out the door. Alrighty then. I finish my burger and top it off with a few glasses of whiskey. I watch a program about fixing up cars before drifting off to sleep on the couch.
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