i_huntvillains A place to stay for the night (Open) PART 3
"Sam," he corrected. It was automatic, a reflex now. Other than that, he didn't know why he did it anymore. Dean would call him Sammy as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Sam pretended it bothered him far more than it did.
He traded an egg roll for the pancakes and passed them along to Helena, so tempted to talk about the moving streets, but far more eager to just eat. He reached for the dim sum, almost with a light in his eyes. His favorite. Dean remembered.
"Thanks Dean," Sam looked over at him. The gratitude in both voice as eyes was more than obvious and there was a smile on his face, a real one.
"Dim sum is good," Helena said with a genuine grin. In fact, at this point, any type of food would be good. But Chinese food especially.
She fell silent as she helped herself to an egg roll, a bit of the Dim Sum, and the pancakes.
"Thank you again," she said, directing the thanks to both of the boys as she dug in. After a few minutes of silence, she looked up, focusing on the two of them.
"So-where else have you been on your road trip so far?" she asked, still attempting to get some sort of details about why they were here. Or, rather, why they had been intending to go to Seattle and what they were hiding. Whatever it was, she had a feeling it directly correllated with the two ending up in the city.
Of course, she had to be careful in her prying, as it would be fairly uncomfortable to have it turned around on her.
He took Sam's thanks with a smile that he hid by taking a bite out of his own egg roll, chewing with a satisfied sigh. Man, that hit the spot. Swallowing, he shrugged a shoulder as he regarded Helena. "Nowhere else, yet. I just picked Sam up at school earlier this morning and headed for Seattle. I'm hoping with a fresh start tomorrow, we'll be able to get ahandle on where we took a wrong turn and get on our way." Another bite and pause as he chewed and swallowed. "What about you? You live around here or just passing through?"
"Don't live around here," she said, with a shake of her head. The question she'd been dreading.
"I actually am in the same boat as you two. I just sort of-wound up here. I'm trying to figure out how to get out of here myself." she sighed. "Seems like a lot of people are ending up here on accident. I ran into someone else earlier whose in the same boat."
She raised an eyebrow. "You two don't seem too daunted by that though. Does this happen to you a lot?"
Sam decided to let Dean field Helena's new questions. He was better at cover stories. he was better at shifting the topic away from anything they didn't tell other people. Sam had seen him do it often enough before he left for Stanford.
Besides, he was incredibly busy trying not to just shovel food into his mouth. He hadn't eaten all day. He hadn't been able to. He reached for a soda can and handed it to Helena, before grabbing his own.
Dean took the lead easily, his smile easygoing. "Can't say it does, but I've always been more of a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Sammy on the other hand...Well, he's always been a bit uptight." As he spoke, he snagged the soda from his brother's hand and took a drink before Sam had a chance to. "Get your own, greedy."
"Sam," he insisted, more forcefully this time and swiped one of Dean's unguarded pancakes. "Next time buy more soda. You know you drink like a racehorse."
Helena laughed at the two, and offered her soda to Sam.
"You know, I'm not all that thirsty, so you're welcome to it."
She felt herself yawning, but quickly put a hand to her face in an attempt to cover it up.
"Sorry, long day." she apologized. "Actually... I think I should probably get some sleep now." She stood up, picking up her empty plate and throwing it away in a nearby garbage, years of living with Alfred having drilled neatness into her.
"Thanks, though. For the food. And don't forget to look me up if you two are around here come lunchtime."
His hand flew out instinctively, smacking Sam upside the head. "Next time you can go buy the food, cry baby! There's a damn soda machine out in the lobby if you're thirsty."
He blinked, distracted from what was promising to be another bickering match by Helens sudden movement to leave. "So soon?" He couldn't deny she did look tired, and he'd been driving all day himself. "Well, sleep well and we were glad for the company." Before could leave, he got up to open the door for her, acting the perfect gentlman when he was anything but. Smiling, he asked, "What room are you in? Y'know, just so we know where to find you for lunch tomorrow."
Oh it was on. Sam's hand shot out with same lighting speed and returned the smack. His arm was longer; even as Dean moved to get, Sam caught him.
And then he dropped his hand to look up at Helena and a sheepish expression suddenly crossed his face. "Oh. Um.. Sorry. And he stood, almost awkwardly. "Yeah, we'll meet up with you tomorrow then."
"Nothing to be sorry for," Helena said with a smile to Sam.
She looked back to Dean, raising an eyebrow. "Thought you were planning to get an early start?" Though, she certainly wasn't going to complain about having company for lunch tomorrow.
"I'm in room 311, and I'll be exploring the city in the morning, but I'll be back around noon if you two want to meet me then."
She looked at Sam and raised an eyebrow. "Something tells me you're the level-headed one. Keep him in line til I see you two tomorrow. And thanks again," she held Sam's gaze and then glanced over to Dean, flashing him another smile, before she opened the door and stepped through it.
"Night," she called to the two, as she closed the door behind her.
"I don't have a problem," he scowled as he followed Sam; he was still starving and damned if he was going to let Sam swipe any mroe of his pancakes. "I'm not the one acting like a whiny bitch over a soda. And what was that look about?"
"Oh you weren't? So who was the one who decided toget physical over one then?" He was decidedly irritable and sat down, grabbing Helena's discarded soda. "What look?" He shoved the dim sum in Dean's general direction, almost as an afterthought.
Dean took a drink of his soda instead of answering, digging into the grudgingly offered food before muttering, "That look Helena gave you before she left." He paused, fork halfway to his mouth, a disbelieving brow lifting. "Did I interrupt somethign before?"
"You mean when she said I'm the level-headed one?" Sam said it with a rather calm, almost lofty air. "I'd have thought that was obvious, Dean. I'm the level-headed one."
And then he paused lips hovering over the soda can. "What would you have been interrupting, Dean?" His voice was careful not, a little warning and alittle dangerous.
He just snorted around a mouthful of food at the first comment, chewing and swallowing, shrugging a shoulder and fixing Sam with a direct look before answering, "I don't know, you tell me, Sam." It held maybe a hint of challenge.
"If you want to know what we were talking about, you could just ask, without acting like a prick." Sam put down the soda can. "We talked. About the city. And the fact that she's a lawyer. In Gotham." Which was still weird. That Gotham-not-New York comment. "Or was before she wound up here." He bit into an egg roll. "That's it."