"You can't be serious. You'll come with me.", Chrystal said, checking her looks in the mirror in Caroline's bedroom.
"I almost died yesterday, I don't really feel like going out tonight, you understand? Also, you haven't even tell me where you want to go yet."
"We just go get some drinks and go dancing, you know." Chrystal's gaze fell on Caroline's reflection in the mirror.
"I don't have money to go out." It was an weak excuse because Chrystal knew that Caroline was always having money. When you live alone, you always need a little backup. Also, her dad was sending her some every month. "Do you think I would have any? We're going to do it my way." A bitchy smirk began to appear on her face.
Caroline knew exactly what she meant. They did it her way before. And that meant, that they go to a club, talk to guys which she never even would pay attention to, maybe not even give a look. They have to flirt with them to get drinks. She hated that from the beginning but one time it really went to far. He ripped her clothes off of her and the only way to free herself was to punch him in the face with all the power she could lay in it. I might actually broke his nose. She doesn't know. All she did was run away. Since this night, she hadn't been in clubs with Chrystal doing that.
"Caroline, you'll come with me. You have no choice." Chrystal was right, she hadn't. Chrystal knew people. People, who could seriously harm her.
"Okay, I'll get dressed. Give me a few minutes.", Caroline gave in.
They entered the club. There were a lot people, more than Caroline was used to. Chrystal grabbed Caroline's arm and dragged her to the bar. She obviously faced those two guys sitting there and just staring at other girls around. "Hey.", She said with a seductive tone. They checked Chrystal and Caroline out, one of them turned to the bartender and ordered some drinks for them. It took a few minutes then Chrystal went with one of the guys on the dancefloor.
The other one, his name was Mike, was staring at Caroline. She didn't looked at him, she didn't want to. Her gaze lingered on the glass in her hand. "Wanna dance, too?"
"Not really. Sorry, I just...", Caroline started but he didn't let her finish the sentence.
"Oh, come on. Just one dance. It's gonna be fun." Without waiting for her answer, he forced her to stand up and pulled her on the dancefloor. Caroline wanted to keep some distance from Mike but he pulled her closer to his body. His hands went down on her butt. She tried to push him away but he just held her even closer and didn't let her go. "Let go of me.", she said, her hands pressed against his chest. Suddenly, someone pulled him away from her. It was Dean.
"Hey, what the fuck...", Mike began but Dean punched him in the face. They started a fight. Alternately, they hit each other in the face or stomache. Both were already bleeding when the bartender moved them away from each other. He brought Dean outside the bar. Caroline quickly grabbed her stuff and ran outside, too.
"Dean. What are you doing here?" He wiped away the blood from his mouth and said: "Obviously, I saved you. Again."
"We need to get you to the hospital.", she said, helding his face in her hands. He took them away and, still holding her wrists, he continued: "I'm okay, Caroline. For now, a 'Thank You' would be enough."
"Thank you for saving my life again, Dean." She smiled at him a little. She nearly lost herself in his eyes but then he let go of her wrists, opened the passenger door of his car and said: "Get in there. I'll drive you home."
Minutes later they were on the road. "Why do you actually keep yourself getting in trouble all the time?", Dean asked, moving his gaze from the street to her and back again.
"It's complicated."
"You said that before. But a explanation would be nice. And you owe me that, don't you?"
Caroline really didn't wanted to talk about these things, especially not with a guy she knew for two seconds but he was right: she owed him that.
Nevertheless, she asked: "Where is Sam?"
"He's in the hotel where we brought you last night."
"I thought you wanted to leave?", she asked and saw that it wasn't as uncomfortable to talk about that as it was for her to talk about her story.
"We have business to do here in town.", he simply asked. He kept the main part a secret but she did the same, so she didn't argue about it.
Caroline had been a little more drunk then she thought, she realized when she was nearly falling down the stairs up to the doorstep. Fortunately, Dean caught here. He was holding her in his strong arms as if she would be weightless. He helped her getting back on her feet and up the stairs. Both entered the house. "Where is your bedroom? You need to get some sleep.", Dean asked, aware of the fact that she wouldn't make it up the stairs to the next floor by herself without falling down.
"Upstairs.", she answered weakly.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs.
He brought her into the bedroom and layed her down in the bed.
"Where are your parents?" He was confused. It didn't even looked like there were even living more people in the house.
"Not here.", Caroline said, letting her head fall on the pillow. "I got that. But where are they?"
"My mother's dead and my father's in Florida with his boyfriend." She didn't even hesitate saying that but that was probably the alcohol talking out of her. She definitely wasn't able to lead a serious conversation, so he pulled of her shoes and covered her up with the blanket. He wanted to leave but Caroline took his hand and said really quiet: "Don't leave me, please."
Now he was hesitating but he gave in and layed next to her on the bed. She snuggled against his chest and said: "I'm glad you stay."
Then she fell asleep.