Spike's fingers drummed along absently to the music.
"Mate," he said, breaking the silence. "Gotta say. The car is badass."
Dean
"Yes she is," Dean agreed.
"Rebuilt her with my own two hands."
Spike
"Yeah? Never worked on cars, myself," Spike said, shrugging.
"Though, we didn't have them back in my day. Then I spent my time perfecting the art of torture."
Dean
"Which takes time," Dean agreed.
Spike
"Yeah, my favourite way was driving a railroad spike through their heads."
Spike grinned slightly.
"Hence my name, I guess."
Dean
"So that's it," Dean mused.
"And here I was thinking that was why you gelled your hair."
Spike
"Nope, was a big bad before the soul."
Spike shrugged.
"Still bad. Just have soft spots now. Like for that stupid Slayer and her kidlets. If I go and get myself killed over this, she owes me."
Dean
"Us. Owes us," Dean corrected.
"But I don't think this one's gonna be much of a problem. She's only human after all."
Spike
"True."
Spike frowned, thinking for a moment.
"Given more time, I really could've loved that one."
Dean
Dean raised an eyebrow, glancing over.
"Excuse me?"
Spike
"Lia," Spike clarified.
"She was different. Well, slightly."
Dean
"Yeah," Dean agreed solemnly.
"She was."
Spike
Spike nodded, then sniffed.
"Stop here. She's... she's close."
Dean
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"When the hell did you get her scent?" he asked, pulling over.
Spike
"It was all over Lia."
Spike shrugged.
"I went to see her."
Dean
"Oh."
Dean stopped the car and looked over at him.
"Close as in walking distance, or do I need to go around the block?" he asked.
Spike
Spike closed his eyes and sniffed again.
"Walking distance."
When he reopened his eyes, they were glittering gold, his face swiftly changing into vampiric features.
"I can smell Lia on her too."
Dean
Dean pulled out his gun and armed it, then opened he door and got out.
"Lead the way," he said sternly, slamming the door and walking around the car.
Spike
Spike closed the door behind him, then scented the air, before starting off in a direction, coat flapping around his ankles.
"This way."
Dean
Gun at the ready, Dean followed just steps behind.
Spike
Spike sniffed, then rounded a corner, immediately spotting the car she had been using.
He went up to it and peered inside, noting her belongings were still inside.
"She's not worried about being found," he said, more to himself. "Doesn't realise who she messed with."
Dean
"Another human trait. Gullible," Dean sneered.
"Come on where is she?"
Spike
Spike's head turned in the direction of the motel across the street.
"Bingo."
Dean
"Give me a room number and I'll celebrate with you," Dean stared at him.
Spike
Spike started to cross the road, following the stronger scent to a certain room. He stood outside the door, and without waiting for Dean, he kicked it off it's hinges.
He slipped into game face, snarling at the woman inside, nose assaulted by the strong smell of roses. And then there was Lia's scent, that was just making him angrier.
Dean
"DON'T MOVE!" Dean yelled, gun aimed by the time Spike stood three feet inside.
Spike
Spike snarled at Chloe, who was backed up against the bedhead.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"We've got the weapons, so we'll be asking the questions, bitch," Spike spat.
Dean
"And I've only got one. Why'd you do it?" Dean demanded, fire in his eyes.
Spike
There was no answer, so Spike lifted her up by the collar on her shirt and slammed her against the wall.
"I believe that was a question," he snapped.
"I thought it was the other one," Chloe replied.
Dean
"But you killed her anyway," Dean spat with enough venom to kill.
"Why?"
Spike
Spike slammed her against the wall again.
"Loose ends," Chloe stammered. "She would never have survived the crash anyway."
"You don't know that," Spike replied, voice dangerously low. "See, that little girl was a fighter."
Dean
"And she had us," Dean aimed the gun at the girl's forehead.
"We could have saved her."
Spike
"Do it," Spike snarled to Dean.
"I can't let Faith do this. It'll completely destroy her."
He turned to say his last words to Chloe.
"You're lucky too. You think we're bad? That little girl's mother would've ripped you limb from limb."
Dean
"And don't think I wouldn't have," Dean added, before taking the shot.
He didn't even turn from the blood splatter, just watched her body go limp.
Then he glanced at Spike, turned, and left the room.
Spike
Spike's face slid back to normal, and he turned and followed Dean out.
He walked in silence back to the car.
Dean
"Let's shake ass before the cops sweep the place. Last thing I need is an actual murder on my record," Dean never looked up, just got in the car and started it.