Sam stared at Dean and Layla as they sang to "Carry On My Wayward Son" in some local bar. It was obvious to anyone that they were both three sheets to the wind. Sam drank, but he knew better than to leave Dean all by himself. One would call Sam the protector.
"Guys, I think it's time we get going."
Layla walked over to Sam and placed herself on his lap sideways, "No mister! One more drink! Please!" She sang alone to the tune of the song. She planted a soft kiss on Sam's cheek. "Please…"
Sam quickly helped Layla up and off of him, playfully pushing her over to Dean who happily obliged and pulled her into his lap.
"Now, pretty little lady… how about you give me a kiss on the cheek?" Dean said with a sly attitude.
Sam just rolled his eyes and continued to sip on his beer.
"I'll give you more than just a kiss on the cheek," Layla whispered into Dean's ear.
Little did Layla know, Sam and about twenty other people could hear what she had said. A hand full of them were staring wide eyed while the other half were laughing hysterically.
"I really think it's time we leave," Sam suggested.
Dean and Layla agreed, though Sam knew Dean had other plans in mind for when they arrived back at Layla's house.
The whole entire walk back, Dean and Layla were whispering dirty thoughts to one another while Sam tried his hardest to block them out. That was until he saw a cloud of black being released from one of Layla's town house windows. It wasn't smoke but a demon traveling.
"Dean…" Sam hit Dean on the shoulder hard, "Dean! A demon just came from her house."
Layla's eyes grew wide, "My fucking dog!"
She wasn't paying any attention to the traffic coming or the suspicious people that hung around the corner. She let her legs carry her as far and as fast as she could go until she reached the steps to her home. Dean and Sam's footsteps barreling behind her. They were shouting at her, telling her to wait and not to go inside, but Layla wasn't thinking. She was too drunk to realize the danger she could be facing by entering the house.
Layla swung the door open and ran into the house. Roscoe's cage resided beside Layla's bed in the master bedroom and that is where she headed.
Luckily the demon had left and didn't return, but the dog wasn't so lucky. Roscoe lay on the bedroom floor with his throat ripped out. Blood stained her new eggshell carpet. That was the least of her worries though. Layla's thoughts ran back to her dog.
Dean was the first one to enter the room after Layla. He heard the loud cries of Layla and knew the dog had been murdered.
Sam stood at the doorway with his eyes wide. He didn't think the demon would kill her dog. This was surely a sign of things to come.
Layla rested her head on Roscoe's stomach as she cried and cried. There was nothing Dean or Sam could do. Dean went to go hug her and she pushed him away violently and screamed, "It's all your fucking fault! This wouldn't have happened if you didn't come here with your problems!"
Sam was astonished. He slowly tip-toed out of the room and went downstairs to make sure all of the doors and windows were locked and sealed with salt.
Dean, in all of his glory (and drunkenness) yelled, "You are just being a fucking bitch. You know that? I didn't want you to get involved anyway. It was Sam's idea. I didn't want your dog to die. I didn't want any part of you to get hurt."
All Layla could do was cry. The last thing she wanted to do was get into an argument with Dean.
Somehow Dean came to his senses, "I'm sorry." He walked over slowly, holding his arms out. "You aren't a bitch."
Layla stood up and crashed into Dean's arms. She wanted to be close to him; to have some comfort from somebody. "What am I going to do?"
"First things first, let's get Roscoe cleaned up."
"Where are we going to put him? I don't have a back yard."
"You have a big, built in flower bed though. It's the best we can do for now."
"And my carpet?"
Dean took a moment to think about that question. "Sam and I will clean it up as best as we can, while you relax."
"I can't relax. My fucking dog had its throat ripped out!" More tears ran down Layla's face.
"Shhh…" Dean cooed her for what seemed like hours. He constantly rubbed her back and planted the occasional kiss on her forehead. "How about you start a bath? Sam and I will get everything done.
"Oh, okay," Layla mumbled in between sniffles.
Tonight was going to be a long night. Layla knew she wouldn't be able to sleep alone. She'd probably force the boys to sleep in the bed with her, like old times. She would sleep in the middle and curl up next to both of the brothers. Sam didn't enjoy it so much, being so close to his brother, but Dean certainly enjoyed Layla's company.