Chapter 9

9-5-13

Dean felt hung over, again, but it seemed worse this time. He flung his arm to the side hoping he didn't hit flesh of some unknown person. All he felt was cool sheets. Well that was one relief, now to deal with the hang over. He dragged himself into the bathroom to swallow several Tylenol with a glass of water. He was still wearing the rumpled clothes from the night before, there is something sticky on his shirt, and his pants are dirty. What the hell had be been doing? He pulled off the dirty clothes and threw them in a corner. Dean felt gross and wanted a shower but he didn't think he could stand long enough to do it. He had never had a hangover this bad.

Dean slowly made his way into the living room and stopped short when he saw Meg on a chair, her small body sprawled,clothes askew, and her makeup streaked. She was hugging a bottle of something to her chest as she snored. That was pretty normal, what wasn't normal is Gabriel and Samuel sitting on the couch eating breakfast and ignoring her.

"What are you guys doing in my room? Don't you have work or something?" Dean sat down and tried not to gag at the smell of coffee. As he spoke Meg curled into herself tighter and turned her face into the back of the chair. Dean raised an eyebrow at her and snickered. The other men didn't think it was funny.

"Actually you were suppose to be at work this morning, Dean. As head of Security you were suppose to go with Becky to the signing. We came here to get you, but I figured we'd let you wake up on your own. You were really out of it. Why are you doing this Dean?" Samuel spoke it a calm tone but his eyes were serious. Gabriel looked back and forth between the brothers. He was never sure how much he should interfere with their disagreements.

Deans eyes widen and he grabs his phone from the table. Two days. It has been two days, how did he loose that much time? He has missed a bunch of calls and texts, he would look at them after he's done with Sam. "I don't know what happened...the last thing I remember is having a beer at the bar, you guys were there." When Dean looks up at them with worried eyes they share a look.

"Well you drank a lot, Meg was egging you on pretty hard. Then the two of you said you had a party to be at. That was the last we saw you until now. And may I say you look like shit, man." Gabriel layed it out for Dean as he pulled a Snickers from his pocket to nibble on. Sam sighed, and nodded his agreement.

Dean sat there trying to remember anything but there was nothing, "There's nothing...it's a blank."

Sam and Gabriel shared a look. Sam was about to speak when Meg shot up out of her chair, her hair was sticking up in a million directions, and she has a half smoked joint in her mouth that Sam was sure hadn't been there before. She lit it up and followed her first drag with a shot from the liqueur bottle she was still clutching. She snorted her nose and coughed a bit. All three men just stared at her wide eyed. She leaned back in the chair and looked at Dean with a smirk on her lipstick smeared lips. "Hey there sweetheart, looks like you finally came back down, you were crazy there for awhile Dean-O." She laughed in an unpleasant manner obviously still sky high on something, her smile,crazy eyes, and makeup making her look like the Joker.

Dean stared at her, horrified at how strung out she looked. He had never seen her this way, usually they are just drinking partners and friends, Dean had hoped it might turn into more when he was ready to start dating again. He knew she could be very loving and kind (a former nurse), but he also had heard rumors of drug use and an explosive temper. There were similar stories about him that were very untrue. So he had decided a long time ago to get to know someone first and not listen to rumors. As a up and coming singer for the band The Demons Trio, Meg is expected to be a bad girl, if only to keep up with Alistair and Crowley the two male members of her band, Dean thought it was part of her act.

"Meg, did you give me something?" Dean looked her dead in the eye even when she started snickering.

"Well honey you are so dull! Always about the kids! Then your moose brother and his little prankster always acting like Mom and Dad." Meg smirked at Dean and took another drink from her bottle.

Deans face hardened, "What did you give me Meg?" Dean was standing now, looking down at Meg, whose face was now twisted in a disturbing smile as she looked up at Dean.

"Something new Alistair gave me special for you. He calls it Devils Blood, I guess I gave you too much! I bet your hung over, you want want some more? Take the edge off? Honestly I really liked the Dean who danced like a demon and was always ready to party." Meg stood as she was talking and patted Dean on the chest.

Sam had enough. Dean looked like he had been hit by lightening and wasn't moving. Sam stood up towering over the tiny Meg. "I think it's time you leave, you are no longer welcome with us. When the tour is over we won't be seeing you again. Good-bye Miss Masters." Sam had taken her arm and guided her toward the door. She tried to pull away from his grasp but Sam was too strong. Just as she started cussing enough to make a sailor blush, Sam closed the door her face. They heard her yelling down the hallway as she walked toward the lobby.

Sam turned from the door to see Gabriel sitting a stunned Dean down on the couch. He looked kinda green and his eyes lifeless. Sam rushed over and kneeled next to his brother. Sam reached for Deans hands that were balled up on his lap. Deans fingers were like ice so Sam starts to rub them while looking at Deans face, trying to figure out a way to get through to him. "Dean? Dean, man, come on, snap out of it." Deans sad eyes looked down at Sam finally.

"I think I'm gonna be sick Sammy." Deans voice sounded weak. Sam pulled him up quickly and got him into the bathroom before he started throwing up.

Gabriel was infuriated. He knew Meg was bad news, he had heard stories of the things she and those other two ingrates in her band got up to. But Dean wanted to believe the best in everyone. It was one of the things Gabriel both loved and hated about him. He and Sam had been so mad at Dean for skipping out on work, now he regretted it, they should have looked for Dean when he disappeared not made assumptions.

Dean had been so distant since Lisa died. He had started drinking more and pulling away from his kids and family. He should be home with his still grieving children, not working. Sam had begged Dean to not come on the Europe tour, there was no need. Dean was part owner with Gabriel and Sam, he would make just as much money being home as he would being here running the security team. Benny Lafiate (Deans top security guard) was more then capable of keeping everything secure for Angels Wrath. With that thought in mind Gabriel called Benny to let him know he was in charge and that Dean was taking the rest of the tour off. He also made it clear that the Demons Trio was to be watched closely, and when the tour is over they are not welcomed near the band anymore. Benny didn't ask questions, he just accepted what Gabriel was saying and got back to work.

The next call Gabriel made was to his secretary. He had her look into flights for Dean to go home. Before he could get the information he wanted he heard Sam yelling his name in the bathroom. Gabriel jumped up and ran, Dean was on the floor looking pale while Sam looked like he was panicking while shaking Deans limp body. Gabriel had his phone back out in a flash, he called for an ambulance, he could only hope they weren't too late.