White Russians Heal the Soul

2007

Dean sat at a bar in Seattle, nursing his beer and realizing that this was his first New Years Eve without his father. It was all a blur to him, he didn't know how many months had gone by since he had been in his coma, since his dad had sold his soul to save him. The only thing he could remember was that empty pit he had had in his stomach, both when he woke up and when it was discovered his dad wasn't coming back. Nothing got easier. He still had that same bitter taste in his mouth that would cease to abate, he still had that pit in his stomach, and that was why he had been drinking more and more the past months. Sam was worried. Hell, when wasn't he worried? Dean just hoped he would pass out those nights before the shock hit him again, before he collapsed in a heap of tears and pathetic girlishness. No. Tonight he wasn't going back to the hotel. Tonight he wasn't opening the same old damn door to see his brother ask him how many drinks he had had. He was staying right here, right here at his cozy seat at the bar. And no one, no one could take him away from his beer and his self pity.

He heard the door slam shut and out of the corner of his eye could see a woman sit down next to him. He reluctantly tore his hazel eyes from his beer and looked up at a vision. The first thing he noticed about her was that she was tall. As tall as his Sammy. She looked to be in her mid twenties and her long strawberry blond hair flowed around his shoulders. It was so blond that it looked like it was glowing. She wore thick red lipstick and platform black heels. Her shirt was white and elegant and low cut. He allowed his eyes to drop down to her breasts, and as gorgeous and perfect as they looked, he found himself not to be in the mood for any of that womanizing he did in bars. The bartender scooted on over to them and even raised his eyes at the beauty sitting before him. Dean looked down at her slender and pale legs as she crossed them, covered by black velvet capri's. He looked back down at his beer and hoped she wasn't a hooker.

"What'll it be honey?"

"White Russian. Extra milk."

She licked her lips and her voice was as sweet as honey. Despite her bold appearance, Dean had this strange feeling that she was actually a shy person. Well, he thought, I'll probably find out soon.

"Coming right up."

The woman turned to Dean slowly as soon as the bartender walked away. He looked up at her lovely brown eyes.

"You have lovely hazels", she told him smiling.

"Thanks. Your hair's really pretty."

What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he flirt when it normally came to him as easily as breathing did.

"Thanks", she flashed him a painfully white smile.

There was silence for a few seconds and Dean was shocked at himself again when she was the first to break it.

"You must be quite the womanizer."

Dean tried to hide his embarrassment. Wait…Dean Winchester gets embarrassed now? Look what his dad's death had done to him.

"Yeah. Normally."

"Bad day?"

"Actually you could say bad year."

She actually looked genuinely sorry for him. When she looked away to stare at her iced drink it was revealed that she was indeed shy.

"Another beer, sir?"

"Uh, no. I'll have whatever she's having."

He nodded and walked away again. He looked back up to see her staring at him once more.

"You know", she took a sip and licked her lips, they say White Russians heal the soul."

"Oh really? And who says that?"

She smiled, "The Russians."

He chuckled and took a sip of his.

"Mmm."

"You like it?"

"It's good."

"Hey! We'll take two more over here."

"So, what are you doing here alone tonight?"

Dean was happy to find himself relaxing more and more. And this milky drink was actually pretty good. Something about her was having a good effect on him. Man, was he lucky to be sitting next to this goddess tonight.

"I like to drink alone", she took another little sip.

"And yet you're talking to me."

She shrugged and smiled.

"I don't like to see other people alone. What about you?"

"Well, looks like you found a drinking buddy, cause I like to drink alone too."

Dean downed his glass and drank a quarter of the other. She took a large gulp of her first in confidence and held out her hand.

"My name is Leliel."

"It's nice to meet you…Leliel? I'm Dean Winchester."

He shook her hand gently, thinking about her name. Who gave their daughter a name like Leliel?

"It's a pleasure, Dean."

She stroked his short hair and smiled sweetly.

"You humans are such beautiful creatures."

"Excuse me?"

She turned away, collecting herself and struggling to change the subject.

"So…would you like to take a walk with me?"

"Sure."

Dean payed for the drinks and followed her out the door. It was a cold night but she didn't seem to notice, instead walking down the street towards the downtown area. He picked up his pace and walked casually beside her.

"Beautiful night."

"Yeah, she looked over at him, just perfect."

She looked up at the moon, wishing to make it even more perfect. Dean looked up at the stars and frowned. She noticed.

"What's wrong?"

"Funny, but I thought there was a half moon tonight. Not a full one."

She shrugged and continued walking.

"You must have been imagining things."

"Aren't you cold?"

"No. I am used to this weather."

"Alright", Dean wanted to take off his leather jacket and give it to her, but she had said no.

"So…Dean?"

She already knew everything there was to know about the human, but she also longed to make small talk with him. Leliel had been admiring him for decades.

"Got any family?"

"I've got a little brother, Sam. But my mom and dad are…"

"Oh, she tried to look shocked, I apologize."

She looked away from him quickly.

"I did not mean to reopen old wounds."

"They're actually not that old. And it's okay, you didn't know."

Leliel looked back over at him and smiled. She was finding the human much more fascinating face to face.

"What about you?"

She kicked herself mentally before saying that she had hundreds of brothers and sisters.

"Me? I have several brothers and sisters. But they are all living in various parts of the country."

"You don't keep in touch with them?"

"No. I do not."

She didn't want to lie to him, but she knew she had to. Someday he could know the truth. But right now wasn't the time.

"I don't keep in touch with my parents either. We never exactly…got along."

Dean nodded and looked back up at the stars.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. I'm actually doing good without them. Living the life I wish to live."

Dean looked over at this mysterious woman who was walking alongside him. She appeared to be glowing. Like something supernatural. Leliel looked like a goddess, but she also looked shy now more than ever. And Dean highly doubted that she was a threat to him. He shook his thoughts aside and focused back on liking her. And he did, he liked Leliel a lot. That was why he was shocked when he heard the next words.

"Well, it's late and I think I should be headed back home."

He nodded and looked utterly disappointed and heartbroken.

"Where do you live? I'll walk you there."

"Just down the street here. I'm sorry, I wish we had more time to talk but I am exhausted."

"Yeah, I'm pretty beat too."

She stopped in front of a dilapidated old house. But, the hunter thought, it actually looked like a pretty cozy place.

"It was nice to meet you, Leliel."

"Likewise, Dean, she looked up at the sky, and maybe we'll see each other again sooner than you think."

"Yeah."

She took his hand in a gesture of affection and smiled at him. Dean could feel his hand being pushed slowly away as she walked up the shattered steps and closed the door behind her. He smiled and walked back in the opposite direction.

"What a lovely woman."

Leliel shut the door behind her and allowed herself to smile the biggest smile she had ever smiled while being here on earth. She shook her head.

"I cannot believe I am falling for a mere mortal."

And with that, she disappeared into thin air.

To be continued soon...