House & Home ZS
"Yeah?"
Don't let those law guys push you around, he'd wanted to say.
"Break my car and die."
Sam had hung up then, and Dean had listened to the dial tone with a smile.
Dean decided to do what he usually did when he couldn't contain his jumpiness (other than getting laid, getting drunk, getting high from speeding down a barely lit road): clean.
"You know what I'm gonna say." Dean rubbed his eyes, and then cursed when flakes of paint came off in his eyelashes.
Sam took a huge breath. Let it out. Repeated.
"Yeah. I do. You'd tell me to slash his tires and make it look like some other guy in the firm did it."
Dean grinned. "Damn straight."
He circled around back, looking for more clues, when his heart lurched: the Impala was parked at the back of the house, muddy and in need of some love, but intact.
And he wondered if this was just a short-term pit stop, or something more permanent.
As he closed the door softly, he realized that it didn't really matter either way.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Smash the car and die."
Not what Dean had wanted to hear, but not goodbye, either.
He could live with that.