NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter thirty eight.

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT:
ON THE HEAD OF A PIN.

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"PAMELA SAY ANYTHING when you dropped her off?"

After the woman's close encounter with death the day before, Birdie had offered to drive the woman home. Birdie wasn't sure if Pamela would actually take her up on that, but if it meant she wouldn't have to ride in the car with either of the Winchesters, Pamela would take it. It was rather uncomfortable for Birdie after she overheard what Pamela told Sam back in the motel room, but Birdie just bit her tongue and drove with only the sound of the wind keeping her rampant mind at bay. Dean had loosely followed in the Impala with Sam and Hiro, still wanting to make sure that nothing happened to either of the women on the way. When they finally made it to Pamela's house, she simply got off Birdie's motorcycle and headed towards her porch, but not before she faced Birdie and said something that still lingered in the back of Birdie's mind, "Take care of Sam, Birdie. He needs your help more than you know."

Birdie pushed Pamela's voice out of her mind as Dean stared at her, zipping up her jacket a little more when the cold nipped at her neck. They were a few hours away from Pamela's, Sam, Dean, and Hiro having gone ahead of Birdie to find a motel for the night while Birdie went and got them some much needed food. At the thought, Birdie grabbed the food from the side bag of her motorcycle, offering Dean a sad smile as she stepped in front of him. "No," she said, faintly shaking her head. Dean puffed out his cheeks, momentarily raising his brows. He figured that much. "Did you guys get a room yet?"

"Yeah, two," Sam answered.

"Two?" Birdie asked with her surprise obvious in her voice. She and the boys rarely got separate rooms unless they were mad at each other. "Why?"

We figured you and Sam wanted a room all to yourselves for once," Hiro cheekily grinned.

Birdie scoffed out a laugh, her eyes flickering towards Sam. He nonchalantly shrugged, chuckling as Birdie playfully rolled her eyes. "How very thoughtful of you boys," she said, shifting her feet as she tilted her head.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said, pulling out a room key. He started to walk towards one of the rooms, Birdie, Sam, and Hiro automatically following him. "Let's just eat. I'm fuckin' starvin'."

"That makes two of us," Hiro heavily sighed. The scent of the greasy food caused a small smile to appear on his lips. He had no idea what Birdie got them to eat, but he didn't care. He would eat anything at this point.

Birdie shared an amused smile with Sam, quietly shaking her head. Dean opened the door, his eyes scanning the dark room as he stepped forward. "Ah, home crappy home," he sighed.