**Chapter 2: A Long Overdue Exit**

I sighed, annoyed at him, and turned on my heel, walking over to my own car, a battered old Honda Civic parked a short distance away from the Impala. I could feel my side bleeding, the warmth spreading down my leg, but I hid it, not wanting to give Dean the satisfaction of seeing me vulnerable. I just wanted to get back to my motel and away from Dean, whose presence seemed to stir up more trouble than I was willing to deal with. As I walked, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet was the only sound that broke the silence between us. Dean didn't move to follow me, but I could feel his eyes on me, watching me. I knew that if I looked back, I'd see him standing there, a smirk on his face, waiting for me to make my next move. I reached my car and yanked open the door, sliding into the driver's seat with a sigh of relief. The worn leather creaked beneath me as I adjusted my position, trying to find a comfortable spot to sit. I glanced in the rearview mirror, wincing at the state of my reflection. My hair was a tangled mess, my eyes sunken, and my skin smeared with blood and sweat. I started the engine and pulled out onto the road, leaving Dean and his Impala in the rearview mirror. As I drove, I couldn't shake the feeling that Dean was going to follow me, that he'd show up at my motel doorstep, looking for a fight. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white with tension. The miles flew by in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine and the soft rustle of the wind through the trees. I focused on the road, trying to push Dean and his jabs to the back of my mind. I just wanted to get cleaned up, get some rest, and forget about the night's events. As I turned into the motel parking lot, I spotted a figure leaning against the office doorframe. My heart sank as I realized it was Dean, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched me pull into the lot. I groaned inwardly, wondering what he wanted now. I pulled into my parking spot and killed the engine, the sudden silence a welcome respite from the tension that had built up inside me. I climbed out of the car, my eyes locked on Dean's, and waited for him to make his move. What did he want from me? And how much more of his condescending attitude could I take?