The nearest bar turned out to be a bit more packed than we had hoped it would be. It was located on one of the main streets of the small town and seemed to be packed to near capacity. I parked the car and turned to Dominica as I unbuckled my seatbelt.
"You ready to have some fun?" I asked, excited.
She nodded, the small smile on her face faltering a bit.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking. You know I don't like to drink much, and today's been a long day." She began.
"Oh no," I cut her off. "You are not getting out of this. It's our first real outing with the Winchesters. A chance to get to know them better. Please, Nica, try to have a good time. For me?"
She sighed, and unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Yeah, okay. I'll try." She conceded. "But I'm not drinking. I really don't like it."
I nodded, swiftly opened my door, and exited the car. Dominica then did the same. In no time we were inside with the Winchesters. We found a table quicker than i thought we would and seated ourselves. Dominica and i on one side and Sam and Dean on the other.
"You girls did great today." Sam complimented as we sat.
Dean nodded his agreement and Dominica and i smiled at them as we also took our seats. It felt good to be complemented by such seasoned hunters as the guys.
"Thanks, Sam." She said.
I nodded my thanks as well.
"I'm surprised we did so well, honestly. I know we're both still a bit shaken up by all the demon stuff lately. I mean i just haven't felt completely at ease since the whole possession thing." I said.
"Not to mention the whole incident with us being captured and nearly murdered." Dominica added.
"That's enough."
We looked over at Dean who seemed to have tensed up.
"Enough talk about demons, guys. We came here to have a good time. I'm gonna go get drinks! Dominica, you're coming with to help me carry 'em." Dean said, quickly grabbing Dominica's arm and dragging her off with him.
"What was that all about?" I asked, watching them fade into the crowd.
"Dean doesn't really appreciate the Demon talk 24/7. Other monsters and creatures are fine. It's just demons. Our mom was killed by a demon. Our dad, well, we don't really like to talk about him." Sam explained.
"I'm so sorry," I replied, placing a hand on his arm.
He smiled down at me and shook his head.
"It's fine.
"You're so strong, Sam." I said, squeezing his arm slightly.
He tilted his head to the side confusedly.
"I mean, the way you can just push past everything that's happened to you."
"Oh, well thanks." He said, placing a hand behind his neck and rubbing it.
It was pretty clear to me that Sam wasn't exactly catching onto my small attempt at flirting. Ever since the apartment that day, i'd seen Sam in a new light. He was really quite attractive, not to mention kind and smart. I couldn't help but develop a little crush on him.
Dominica and Dean stood at the bar. Dominica shuffling her feet nervously, she hated being in large groups, and Dean trying to get the bartender's attention.
"Dean." Dominica said, trying to get his attention.
Dean didn't seem to hear her as he finally got the bartender to look at him.
"4 Beers please?" He asked.
"Dean I don't-"
The bartender seemed to be deaf to Dean's request as he eyed Dominica appreciatively. He repeated the wrong order back to Dean.
"What? No, I said i'll have 4 beers."
Dominica flushed as glanced at the bartender and noticed his roaming eyes. She grabbed Dean's arm and shook it.
"Dean I really don't like to-"
Dean still hadn't bothered to look at her. She huffed, frustrated.
"No. Just 4 plain old beers."
That was the last straw. Dominica was tired of being ignored, She had finally lost her temper.
"DEAN!" She shouted.
He flinched and turned to her.
"What?!" He replied, his voice up a slight octave.
Dominica glanced around. Noticing that there was quite a few sets of eyes on them, she lowered her voice.
"I don't really drink."
"What?" Dean asked, seeming to be shocked.
Dominica sighed and repeated herself.
"I heard you the first time, I just didn't want to believe it."
His face was scrunched up as if disgusted by the mere idea. Dominica cursed under her breath. She knew Dean seemed like a bit of a an ass, but she wanted to hope he would be better at respecting others differences. She was beginning to grow rather upset. Dominica had spent her entire time in high school getting mocked for not liking the taste of alcohol. She had been traded to the point of crying in Auroras arms more than once. She wasn't going to allow Dean, who didn't even know her, to mock her and her choices.
"Well, believe it." She snapped.
Dean's expression changed into a sarcastic apologetic look. The bartender had walked back up to the pair holding their drinks, but they paid him no mind.
"Y'know maybe you should loosen up a little bit, princess." He said, leaning closer to her as if confessing a secret.
Princess?!, Dominica thought, Oh hell no.
"Who're you calling princess? Watch yourself, Winchester." She warned, growing angrier.
"Oh? What are you gonna do if I don't?" He teased, not taking her anger seriously.
He moved closer to her.
"Are you gonna watch me? You think I'm attractive, right? You told me so at the cemetery."
Dean leaned even closer, his face only mere inches away from hers, and raised his eyebrow mockingly. It was one thing to mock her choices, but to act like a misogynistic and screwing with her on top of it was too much. She thought he would be nice and sweet after their little bonding moment earlier, she should have known better. She didn't need to take his crap just because she thought he was cute.
"Screw you, Winchester."
With that said, Dominica moved back from him, grabbed one of the beers from the bartender's hand, and proceeded to throw it in Dean's face.
Sam and i were making polite small talk when Dominica stalked up to our table. Her steps hard and angry.
"Ro, i need out of here. Now."
Noticing the serious look on her face, i nodded. I shrugged at Sam's confused look, and swiftly followed Dominica out of the bar. I knew better than to question her. If she was upset, she was rightfully so. She never lost her temper for silly things. Just before we left i spared one final glance back at our table. As the door closed behind me, i caught sight of Dean walking up to Sam trying to wipe something off of his shirt.
Once we had arrived and settled back into the hotel room Dominica told me what happened with Dean. She explained to me her disappointment in him, and what she had awkwardly told him at the cemetery earlier in the night. We sat criss cross on our bed facing each other with our knees touching.
"Do you regret it?" I asked. "Letting him know you find him attractive at all?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I don't." She replied. "But, i also don't know if i even find him attractive anymore. Not with how he acts."
I nodded sympathetically. Dominica and I really didn't like it when people weren't accepting or understanding of others. It's why we only ever really got along with each other and the very few friends we did have back home.
"Well, whatever you decide to feel or not feel, what's done is done. I say we get some sleep."
I thought it was best we try to get some sleep before the Winchesters got back as to avoid more confrontation.
"Okay." She agreed
Within minutes of getting into our night clothes and lying down, we were out and asleep.
I didn't know what was going on. All I knew was that I wasn't me. I was trapped in my own mind. I wasn't alone, though, something was with me. A monster. A demon. It was using me. Using my body to say and do such horrible things.
"No, please, stop." I begged.
This thing inside me wouldn't listen, though. It would only laugh. All I could hear in my head was its laughter as it cut into those poor people. That poor girl. I tried to stop but I couldn't. There was so much blood. I tried to scream but I wasn't able to. I wanted to cry, scream, yell, anything, but I couldn't find my voice. I was alone with a monster and blood. I was drowning in blood. All I could think was no more. No more pain. No more murder. No more. No.
"No!" I shouted as I shot up in bed.
I began screaming as someone put there arms around me and pushed me back down onto the bed. I barely registered the fact that someone was speaking to me as my screams finally stopped and I began to struggle in their grip.
"Ro!" Dominica shouted. "Aurora, it's me! Stop!"
I ceased my struggling as I finally recognized my best friend's voice. I lay in her arms whimpering as a loud bang erupted from the other end of the room.
The Winchesters had just got to the hotel when they heard me screaming. Fearing the worst, they kicked down the door and bust in guns blazing. Only to find me lying half asleep next to a frightened Dominica, who had been trying to shake me awake. I could just barely make out their conversation in my half awake state.
"What happened?" Dean barked out.
He lowered his gun slowly as he scanned the room for intruders.
Dominica looked back at him from her place on the bed.
"I don't know, she just started screaming and wouldn't stop." She answered.
"Is she alright?" Sam asked concerned, lowering his weapon as well.
She turned back to me, gently pulling me onto her lap.
"This has been happening to us since we were possessed." Dominica said, throwing in the fact that she too had been having violent nightmares. "She wasn't this bad before, she usually wakes up before she can start screaming. I think maybe tonight's hunt just exhausted her too much."
I opened my eyes before shutting them tighter. The lights in the room were to bright for my sleep hazed eyes. I listened to the other converse some more as i tried to wake myself up some more. Without opening my eyes, i pulled away from Dominica's arms and sat myself up.
Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Maybe you girls should just go home." He suggested.
"What?" Dean and Dominica asked in unison.
Dean's tone was surprised, Dominica's was upset. I sat up, finally feeling conscious and well enough to speak.
"No, Sam." I said. "We can't."
"Can't or won't?" He asked.
"Both. We want to do this, please."
We held a silent staring match, daring each other to concede. Dean and Dominica watched silently, sharing a glance of their own. I held my gaze until i saw his break.
"Fine." He said, resigned. "But if this keeps happening, if you can't handle this, you go home. Deal?"
I shot a look at Dominica, who nodded sharply.
"Deal."
With that, the brothers went to their side of the room and proceeded to put away their weapons and clothes and get ready for bed. Dominica nudged me back over onto my side of the bed. She looked over at me with tired, and slightly angry, eyes.
"Nica, i-" I began.
I understood her anger, i mean i had made a deal that would cost us everything.
"Don't." She raises a hand and cut me off. "We'll discuss it in the morning. Try and get some more sleep."
She lay down and turned around so her back faced me. I sighed and lay back down. I fell asleep to the sound of the Winchester shuffling around the room.
