Honestly, Max didn’t want to tell a total stranger how scared she was. Whatever the hell was going on, whatever the hell they’d somehow gotten themselves into, he didn’t need to know everything about her for them to get through it. “It doesn’t mean a lot of things. Forget it.” She shook her head. Hopefully he would just drop it.
“Considering I don’t know Latin yet, I think I’ll be fine. But yeah, you’re damn right you’re buying. You followed me home and broke into my house, don’t think I’m not gonna hold that over you, for a while.” Groceries put away, she grabbed her phone, purse, and keys, shrugged on a light jacket, and headed for the door. “Let’s go.”
“Yeah, no - that’s really helpful.” Dean shook his head, letting out a bit of a humorless chuckle. They were in this together, but clearly she wasn’t quite willing to trust him yet. He’d drop it for now, but he certainly wasn’t dropping it for good. Her vision was pretty much the only thing that they had to go on, so he needed to understand it the best he could.
Dean rolled his eyes when she said that she’d be holding this over his head for a while. “You know, people are dying over this.” He pointed out. “Wouldn’t hurt to get a ‘thank you’ every once in a while. I mean, yeah, I know I scared you, but I think that whole think back at the store makes up for that.”
As he spoke, he followed after her. “You’re the local, you lead the way.”
