We Ain't Ever Getting Older

Raelynn sat on the hotel bed across from Sam, watching him lazily flip through the channels. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, sinking her head back onto the pillow. Dean had gone off to God-knows-where and left the pair of them at the hotel. They had been spending a few days in the Midwest, waiting for a case to show up. She took the hair tie that was around her wrist and used it to pile her blonde hair on top of her head. She let out a soft sigh, "Sam, you are making me sick. Can you just settle on something?"

Sam looked over at her and shot her a silly smile, "Well, if there was anything on I would't settle on it. But all we have is day time television right now, Rae."

Raelynn rolled her eyes at him, "Just put it on Divorce Court until my Dr. Phil comes on."

Sam laughed loudly at her, "You and that damn doctor."

Dean had made a mistake or he had... he had done something stupid. He was sure of it, groaning as he stirred from the slumber he had just been in. He looked around the room that he was in, freezing when he glanced to the side just to spot some unnamed woman that he could never hope to remember. Had he really drank that much last night? Where was Sam and Rae? Reaching a hand up, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before finally climbing out of bed and dressing as quietly as he could. As quickly as he could.

The moment that he was outside, Dean seemed to gather his bearings a bit more and turned to had down the street toward the bar nearby. At least he hadn't tried to drive the night before, at least the impala was sitting outside of the bar. Grunting to himself, Dean dropped into the car and leaned back in his seat. His head was pounding and it seemed like this was the first time he had noticed it.

Cursing under his breath, Dean lifted his phone to his ear after dialing Rae's number. If there was anyone that he could count on that wasn't his brother, it was her. And he wasn't so sure that Samw ould even answer his phone after Dean had apparently abandoned them the night before.

Raelynn snuggled herself down into the thick duvet in a weak attempt to get more comfortable as Sam finally picked settled on a show. She looked across the room, spotting Dean's suitcase. A twinge of anger gnawed at her chest. To say the least, Raelynn was still head over heels for that Winchester. At times she regretted answering the phone the night that Sam called, needing her help to get Dean to come back home. There was no doubt that Dean used Raelynn's loyalty to his advantage. So, when her phone started ringing on the bedside table next to her, she groaned.

"Sammy," she mumbled, earning herself a stern look from the younger Winchester brother. "I am going to kill Dean."

She reached out and picked up the phone, holding it to her ear as she answered. "Dean, I swear to fucking God you better have one hell of an excuse because neither Sam or I have slept all night, ya know, since you can't answer your phone and let someone know where you are."

She knew that she may have been overreacting, but she was exhausted.

Dean let out a low groan when Raelynn answered. As hopeful as he was that she wouldn't be angry, that little bit of hope disappeared the moment she began to speak. She wasn't angry. No, she was livid by the sounds of it. Sinking into his seat, Dean buried his face into his hands.

"Look, I'm a grown ass man. I went out drinking, nothing wrong with that. Is there?" Dean grumbled into the phone, knowing full well that was the wrong way to approach the situation but Goddamned, his head was pounding and he wanted nothing more than ot find some water and tylenol. Tylenol would be great right about now.

"What motel are you guys in?" When Dean finally managed to get an answer out of her, he hung up without waiting for a reply after he saw goodbye. Breathing a small sigh of relief, Dean began to head in the direction of the motel - he hoped. He remembered very little at all, he just hoped he could find his way there without making an even bigger ass out of himself than he already had.

Raelynn removed the phone from her face and stared at it. She tossed it back on to the night stand, a thud resonated through out the hotel room. She looked up at Sam, who had a smirk plastered onto his face. She pulled the covers off of herself and proceeded to stomp to the bathroom. "Sam, I don't want to hear it."

"Rae," He sympathized. He walked over to the bathroom door and leaned against the frame. He crossed his arms as he began to speak again. "I've been telling you, the more you 'mom' him, the more you push him away. You know how he is Rae. You two have been at this kind of stuff for years."

Raelynn dug through one of her bags, pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. She ignored Sam's comment and grabbed one of the hotel glasses to fill up with some water. She left the Tylenol and the glass on the bathroom sink. "He's probably hungover." She mumbled as she maneuvered passed him.

Dean couldn't contain his relief the moment that Sam pulled the motel room door open. He breathed out a sigh, stalking toward the bathroom. He didn't say a word as he brushed by his brother, slamming the bathroom door shut. His head was pounding, the lights were enough to make him want to do little more than puke.

Flicking off the bathroom light after tossing back the tylenol, Dean showered in the dark, his eyes half shut as he swayed back and forth on his feet. He reemerged half an hour later only because the water had run cold and his head wasn't hurting nearly as much. There was still a minor ache at the back of his mind but he could at least function. More than he had been able ot, at least.

"I guess I can't get out of the next case?" Dean was only mildly hopeful that they would want to take the entire day off but it seemed the weren't keen on the idea because the moment Dean had taken a seat, his brother was already in on the details of the next case.

Raelynn tried not to narrow her eyes at Dean too much. They weren't a couple anymore. She wasn't his mother. He was a grown ass man. She licked her bottom lip as she leaned against the headboard of Sam's bed. "I mean, if you want to hang back, you can hang back. Sam and I always make a pretty damn good team. Right, Sam?"

It was hard for Sam to control the laugh that was stuck at the back of his throat. He knew exactly what game Raelynn was playing, and needless to say, he enjoyed every minute of it. He shrugged his shoulders as he looked over some more of the details. "It's just seems to be one spirit, nothing too demonic or crazy. You and I might be able to handle it alone."

Raelynn reached down and pulled the covers up over her, a toothy grin on her face. "Oh, we got that in the bag for sure."

Dean scoffed as he looked between Rae and San who was perched at a small table in the corner of the room. "You sure about that, Rae dearest? Your companion doesn't seem all that confident if you ask me," he spoke, not bothering to hide that smirk that stretched over his shoulders. Oh, if she wanted to play, two certainly could.

Reaching up, Dean rubbed his temple before seemingly deciding to get his his act together. He straightened up on his bed.

"Well, we need to figure out food because I'm fucking starving and it doesn't appear that either of you have indulged. In anything in the past few hours. So," Dean cleared his throat as he pushed to his feet. "I say we find the nearest diner, eat, and then deal with this idiot demon by nightfall."

Rae rolled her eyes, not bothering to make a comment back to Dean. They both knew exactly how to push the others buttons, and it in of them didn't stop, it would be an all night event. In all honesty, she was exhausted, starving, and all she wanted to do was try and relax for once. She got up and walked over to her bag, and dug through it to find a sweatshirt to throw on. She grabbed one that she had stole from one of the boys a while bag and tugged it over her head.

"There's a dinner right down the street that we can go eat at," she mentioned as she began to search for her shoes. "But I do agree with Dean. I would like to hurry up and get the rest of this day over. I am so exhausted."

When she found her shoes, she tugged them on and waiting for the boys to get their stuff together. She followed them out to the Impala, sliding herself into the back seat behind same. She leaned her head back against the headrest and allowed her eyes to shut briefly.

"That hoodie looks strangely familiar," Dean commented, his eyes narrowed as he watched Rae tug the articleof clothing over her head. He wanted so desperately to reach up and pull her to him, to feel her skin against his. even in the moments where their touches were fleeting at best, where his fingers would brush up against hers when they would pass something between each other or he would get a little too nervous during a hunt and have to act the protective part that Dean did so well...

Gritting his teeth at the thought, Dean looked away from her. He was quiet even as they drove down to the diner just down the road.

"Pie. Do yo-" Dean started to hound the waitress with questions the moment the poor girl approached the table but then he laid eyes on the beautiful drink displayed on the menu. A pumpkin pie milkshake. What better? Maybe it wasn't his favourite pie ever but it was still pie and in the form of a milkshake and... well, he wasn't going to deny himself. Not with the way his day had begun.

"And some waffles. Please," Dean spoke, handing his menu to the girl before she took the rest of their orders.

Rae sat next to Sam like she always did, possibly in a feeble attempt to keep space between her and Dean. Over the years, Sam had become the big brother she never had. She leaned her head against Sam's shoulder briefly as she scanned over the menu. She licked her bottom lip, being indecisive as ever. As Dean started rambling, she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at the older man. She allowed her eyes to linger on his features for a moment. She broke contact whenever he lifted his eyes to meet hers.

Silently praying he couldn't see the frustrated flush that was creeping up her neck, she glued her eyes back to the menu. She sat up straight, stretching slightly. "I think I'm just going to get the chicken tenders."

"What's the matter with you, not hungry? You're usually as bad as Dean," Sam commented and looked down at her.

"Hungry. But more tired than hungry." She feigned a child like whine, at which Sam rolled his eyes.

"If you're hungry, you're going to eat. It's not like today isn't going to long. So," Dean began to read down the menu for the first time. He had figured that waffles were a good idea but now that he thought about it, he wasn't so sure... and besides, if it came right down to it. He was Dean, he could eat more than just a few waffles comfortably. And he was hungry, when was the last time he ate a good meal?

"Pick something. Hell, I think I'll get the mozzerella sticks, too. And the... oh! Chicken and waffles. Perfect!" Dean exclaimed, slamming his hand down on the table. He smirked as he looked up to Rae, only to look to Sam when he noticed how uncomfortable she appeared to be. It made him uncomfortable and he hated the idea because he was pretty sure why. The whole problem was that Dean was far too proud to admit it to himself, let alone her.

Dean raised his hand and waved over the waitress, apologizing but added to his order anyway. It wasn't as if he was asking for something outright different, simply adding so he didn't think too much of it.

"And my lovely lady friend will take an oreo milkshake and she'll want to make those fries loaded with the cheese, sour cream, and bacon, please. All the good stuff, you know," Dean flirted with the waitress, tossing in a wink at the end. "Thank you, miss."

Raelyn closed her eyes, her hands coming up to gently press her finger tips to her eyes. She couldn’t help but smile when she looked up and saw the look on Dean’s face. When Dean mentioned lady friend, she felt Sam’s finger discreetly poke her in her side as if she hadn’t heard it. She shoved Sam with her shoulder, continuing to look at Dean as he rattled off more food.

She knew she needed to get her head in the right place and quit moping, especially with the job coming up later on in the evening. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She lifted up one of the strings to the hoodie, bringing it to her lips for a moment. She always had to find something to mindlessly chew on when she was getting anxious.

She shook her head as the waitress walked away, “I like how you are using me as an excuse to get yourself an obscene amount of food.” In all reality, everything he had ordered she knew she would dig right in to. Knowing someone for over ten years would do that to you.

“So, can I volunteer to be the next one to get shit faced? I feel like I need a drink and it is only noon.” She laughed with a small smike.

Dean was happily oblivious to what was going on between Raelynn and Sam. He only turned back to them once the waitress disappeared with their additions to their order. He flashed a small smirk at Rae, raising an eyebrow. "You say that like you won't be digging into it all the moment that the food is set down, babe. You froget I know you better than probably anyone in the world does."

With a shrug of his shoulders, Dean leaned back and let out a quiet sigh as he tilted his head backward to rest on the back of the booth.

"We can all celebrate after we finish this case. How does that sound?" Dean suggested, reluctantly lifting his head so that he could look at the pair opposite him.

"I'll even DD if it'll make you guys feel better because, I mean, I guess I did ditch you guys." It hurt to admit but Dean figured he still had some ass kissing that he needed to do to get back in both Rae and Sam's good books again.

Raelynn playfully kicked Dean underneath the table. She leaned back into her seat, trying to stifle a yawn as Sam began to talk about the case. She wasn't really paying attention and she started to zone out. All she heard him mention about the case was that there was woman who kept waking up with strange bruises on her body and things being moved around her house.

However, when the waitress came by and dropped off the cheese fries that Dean had ordered, her eyes widened and she immediately began to dig in. She reached over the entire plate, snagging the side of ranch that had been placed in front of Dean.

"Damn, Raelynn." Sam laughed.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Eating helps me stay awake."

"Eating gives you energy. That energy helps keep you awake," Dean remarked with a huff, shaking his head. When Raelynn was in the middle of a bite, Dean reached out and snagged a fry from the plate. He smirked, shoving the entire thing into his mouth all at once. "What?" He asked through a mouth full of food, raising an eyebrow.

Dean looked up when the mozzarella sticks where placed down and he grinned, thanking the waitress as he yanked the plate toward him. "Perfect. I've missed you so much, baby," he murmured to the food in front of him. Taking the first bite after dipping the stick into the marinara sauce offered.

"Sorry but you don't get any. Not if you want to hog all of the beautiful cheese fries!"

Dean's eyes narrowed as Sam reached for a mozzarella stick but he let him take it anyway. "Don't double cross me, bro."

“Hey!” Raelynn whined, her mouth still full of food as Dean reached on to her plate.

“You both are so disgusting.” Sam grimaced as he looked between the two of them.

Raelynn gave Sam a sweet, innocent smile. She finished chewing her food and swallowed, “But that doesn’t stop you from loving me, does it Sam?” She smirked and leaned up, pressing a quick, friendly kiss to the man’s cheek.

It was times like this when Raelynn couldn’t imagine doing anything else with her life. Sitting next to her was her best friend. Across from her, the man that she had been in love with for God knows how long. She looked over at Dean, seeing him continually scarf his food down. She smirked at him as he looked up and locked eyes with her.

“Your food isn’t running away, Dean.” She laughed as she continued to eat her own food.

Dean's eyes widened as he leaned forward to look at his brother, cheese from the last bite of mozzarella sticks purposefully leaking between his lips. "And me. You have to love me, I'm blood."

He returned his attention back to his food and only looked up when he could feel eyes on him, raising an eyebrow when he made eye contact with Raelynn. "So? What happens if we need to leave out of nowhere?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders. This was all he had ever really known.

Growing up, food had sometimes been hard to come by but he had always taken care of Sam. Sam was his little brother, he was meant to take care of him and that sense was only cemented when John told him about Sam being special. It had been hard to understand, to come to terms with at first but over time, he'd come to accept it. Just because he wasn't special didn't mean he didn't play an important part. Right?

Clearing his throat, Dean thanked the waitress when she set down the rest of their food. He took a large bite out of his cheeseburger and settled back into his seat, letting out a soft groan of pleasure. "Fuckin' delicious, man. I will never deny myself a burger, that would be treason."

Raelynn couldn't help but smile as she watched the man in front of her. She turned her attention back to her own food, mindlessly pushing fries around on her plate. She kicked her flip flops off and stretched her legs out, lifting them up and resting her feet on Dean's knees across from her. She smirked when he looked up at her.

She reached out and grabbed her milkshake, taking a sip of it. "Good call on the milkshake, Dean." She set the glass back onto the table. She continued to eat, only pausing to ask Sam watch their move was going to be on the case.

Sam pushed his cleared plate away in front of him, settling back into his seat. "Think if we should steak the place for an hour or so. Try and see if any activity pops up. If not, we can always get you to play the pretty stranded girl role. Ask to use their phone."

Raelynn rolled her eyes, "Is that seriously all I am good for?"