AN- Well, here's another one-shot that might change. Let me know what you guys think.
The Creeping Feeling in the Back of Your Mind
"I must be losing it", thought Dean yet again as he took another swig from his bottle of beer. He had had another row with Sam again, and walked out of their motel room, muttering to Sam on his way out about getting a beer. So here he is now, sat at the bar drinking his beer, if anyone would ask he'd be fine, excellent, depending on the girl, but deep down he had a feeling of unease. Ever since Dean had sat down he felt like there had been someone watching his back, but whenever he would turn round, he'd notice nothing unusual. Apart from a glance of something, just something, right at the corner of his eye, right where he can see, but can't at the same time. So Dean drunk more and more, trying to ignore the feeling in the back of head.
"That's it", Dean suddenly thought "I've had enough of this shit", grabbing his leather jacket and started walking towards the exit, thinking about the best and fastest way to get home from the bar. He decided on his route 'home' and started walking.
It happened again. That feeling of being watched, and the prickling on the back of his neck. Dean decided to take a detour. A detour down an empty ally way, where there's not witnesses. Dean just stood there. Ready for anything and anyone, that was when he started to feel a hand creeping up his shoulder, but Dean kept to where he was, they hadn't done anything so Dean, not being rash for a change, stayed where he was. Until he spun around and went to punch the mystery figure.
"Dean, I am not meaning to hurt you", the shape in front of said in a very familiar voice.
"Wait - Cas? What the fuck man?"