Ok next chapter, only two more to go after this! :)
You both walk down a dingy hallway of the Astoria motel and knock on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. You grimace, you hated places like this.
The door is opened by a woman with dark hair, wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear.
"I think we got the wrong room." You say apologetically until, you see him appear over her shoulder.
Sam stopped dead his eyes flicking between you and Bobby.
"Hey Sammy." You smile stepping into the room
Sam pulls a knife and lunges at you. You dodge the attack, and Bobby grabbed him from behind
"I've been through this already, it's really her Sam" he stopped struggling. You give him a small wave.
He stares at you, eye glistening with tears. You nod at him, confirming it's really you, he rushes forward pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
The woman clears her throat, you'd forgotten she was even there
"Look, I should probably go" Sam nodded still in shock
"So, call me" you rolled your eyes as Sam opens the door.
"Yeah, sure thing, Kathy." He nodded
"Kristy" she corrected sadly
You snort turning your back.
After she left you turn to face your best friend
"Really Sammy? I know Dean is M.I.A but there's no need to turn into him..." you smirk
He gives you the bitch face before you turn serious.
"Tell me you didn't do this Sam"
After some arguing and fighting. He promises it wasn't him, not that he didn't try.
"So that leaves one person, you know where he is?" He nods
"I've been keeping track of him for weeks" he said grabbing his jacket
You all find the crap bar Dean's been a regular for the last week, slumped in the corner you see him.
Sam and Bobby go to him while you sit by the door watching. He's drunk, very drunk. You see him shaking his head at Bobby and Sam, not believing a word they were saying.
He looked tired and worn down. His usual bright eyes were dull and lifeless. The bags under his eyes were a deep bruised purple. You wanted nothing more than to run to him and wrap your arms around him. But you resisted and waited for you signal from Sam.
You drum your fingers on the table as you stare at the grain of the wood. You feel eyes burning into you, you look up to see Dean Winchester looking back. You give him a small smile, looking at Sam who nods his head to signal you to come over.
You approach slowly, not wanting yet another knife to be pulled on you today. You round his side of the table, standing before him.
"Hey you" the words barely leave your mouth, before he's standing up, pulling you roughly to his chest and engulfing you in a tight embrace.
You smile into his chest, breathing his scent in deeply.
"How?" He asked, his lips pressed against the top of your head.
"Not you either huh?" You say pulling away
"You mean...a deal? No, no...I mean I tried but" you nod making sense of his ramblings
He pulls you into the seat next to him, his arm never leave your back as you all try to make sense of what has happened.
"You want a drink sweetheart?" You nod
He get up and goes to the bar.
"Think he missed you?" Sam smirks
"Bitch please! You all missed me" you joke with a wink, excusing yourself to use the bathroom
Dean ordered four whiskey's from the woman at the bar.
"I've been trying to get your number for a week with nothing. But she walks in and you're all over her. What's she got that I don't? She's not even that pretty" she sniggered sticking out her obviously fake breasts, as she put the drinks on the bar
"Never talk like that about her again" the oldest Winchester's voice dripping with danger
"She is everything, she's everything to me and you, you're nothing!" he threw the money on the bar, grabbing the drinks leaving the barmaid resembling a goldfish.
He didn't see you leaning against the other side of the bar in the dark after you'd come out of the bathroom, listening to every word. You couldn't keep the smile from your face.
To be continued