•Unwritten•

Thirty Two

I sat on the hood of the car Dean was working on, he was slid underneath doing something to the bottom. I didn't know why he was bothering, it wasn't even his car and we had a lot more important things to work on instead of hanging around at Bobby's and fixing cars that can't be fixed. 

"Wrench."

I rolled my eyes and hopped off the car, grabbing the tool and then kneeling down beside him to hand it over.

"So, you saw Bela again?" I asked as he slid back under.

"Yeah, saved her life."

I scoffed.

"And you went on a date with her."

I heard him sigh loudly. "No it wasn't like that."

I nodded to myself, still crouched beside him. "Why are you working on this car?"

"Because it's broken."

I rolled my eyes again and grabbed the dolly that he was led on, pulling it out. His jaw clenched as I looked down at him. "There's so many things we could be doing, trying, but instead we're just hanging out here."

He pressed his lips together and tried to slide back under the car but I held the dolly stiff.

"Sam said he knew some guy up in the mountains, thinks they might be able too help with your deal."

Dean shook his head. He had oil on his cheek so I picked up a clean cloth and wiped it away, sitting down beside him. "You know the deal, if we try and find a way out then Sam dies."

I nodded. "Yeah but-"

"No buts Faith, it is what it is."

I threw the cloth at his face. "What about Ruby? Shouldn't we be looking for her? She told Sam that she can help."

He shook his head again. "She's a demon."

I sighed and nodded, ending the conversation. I knew it was a losing argument, especially with Dean. His brother meant the world to him, he wouldn't risk getting out of this deal if there was even the slightest possibility something would happen to Sam. I could understand that, I didn't want that to happen either but I didn't want Dean to die.

I'd spent the last week with Bobby whilst the boy worked some ghost ship case with Bela, who I was still annoyed at for shooting me, whether it was a graze or not. I wanted a break from the action after what had happened to Daniel, just a chance to rest and get my head straight. I still felt guilty about it but I was starting to feel more at peace with myself, Daniel was indeed a grown man. He'd been handed some crappy cards in life, but it was still his decision to try and take matters into his own hands, all I tried to do was help.

Dean sat up, throwing the wrench into the toolbox.

"If I can't fix it, no one can."

I grinned at him. "Maybe I could try?"

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, I laughed with him. The pair of us knew I had no idea about cars or mechanics, it was a stupid attempt at a joke.

Dean stood up and lifted his hands up, they were covered in oil. He reached down to me, offering me a hand up but I raised my eyebrows. "No thanks, I just showered."

I noticed a gleam in his eye, a mischievous one and started shaking my head. Before I could stand up, he had gripped me at the waist and lifted me, rubbing his oily hands all over my face and arms as I laughed and tried to get free. He put me down and I scoffed, looking down at what was previously a white shirt.

"You're such a dick."

He shrugged. "And you look a bit dirty."

I bit down on my lip, holding back the array of insults I was thinking of before turning away.