Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 11 of Fault in Our Stars and Part 2 of Sin City. I am sorry that it took me so long. I was fighting with my internet. I hope that you enjoy this. Aeron is going to have a little issue with Richie. I won't tell you if she hits him or not. I personally think that she should hit Richie. I enjoyed writing this chapter. Without further ado Chapter 11.
Chapter 11
Looking For Trouble
The three of them entered their room.
Dean chuckled at the mirrors that were on the ceiling.
Aeron shook her head. "God.. I hate motels like this." Aeron said with a groan.
A door across the hall opened up.
Dean looked over and saw someone who he thought that he wouldn't see again. "Richie."
Richie looked up.
"I don't believe it."
"Hey, Dean… Winchester right?"
"Yeah."
A tall scantily dressed girl appeared behind him.
"This is my sister, uh, Cheryl."
"Hey." Cheryl said with a smile.
"Cheryl." Dean said nodding his head.
Richie handed her some money. "There."
Cheryl left.
Aeron raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you know… stepsister."
Aeron shook her head. She had a feeling that Cheryl wasn't his sister but a hooker.
"Come on in. This is my brother, Sam and this is our friend Aeron." Dean said with a smile.
"Hey. How you doing?" Richie said with a smile.
"Not too bad. How do you two know each other?" Sam asked looking at his brother.
"You were in school." Dean told his brother as they went into the room.
"It was that succubus, in Canarsie right?" Richie asked looking at Dean.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her."
"Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up."
"Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was."
Aeron rolled her eyes.
"Richie, Richie, know what? I told you then and I'll tell you again… you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed."
Richie's phone rang. He answered it. "Talk to me." He looked at Dean. "FYI, Winchester, words hurt. Yeah? No, it's not a good time, babe. Later." He hung up his phone.
Aeron rolled her eyes. She could already tell that she wasn't going to like Richie all that much.
"So you find anything in this town, anyway?"
"Ah, no. I got nothing." Richie said rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?"
"Yeah."
"No, I got nothing."
Dean scoffed. "Typical. What about your sister back there?"
"Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying." He looked at Dean and saw the look that he was giving.
Aeron rolled her eyes. "Come on. Tell us something." She bit out. She hated the guy already. Talking about a woman like that. Dean didn't do that and she was thankful for that. Or he would do it jokingly. She walked over to her bag. She had to get out of these clothes. She couldn't stand wearing this outfit for much longer. She hated skirts.
"Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy… they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it." Richie told them.
"Yeah, that's where we are too." Sam said looking at Richie who was busy looking at Aeron who was digging in her bag. Sam shifted uncomfortably. He hated the fact that Richie was staring at Aeron like she was a piece of meat. "You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell…"
"Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?" Dean questioned cutting off his little brother.
"Well for fun? You know he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride." Richie pointed out hoping that it would be a good point that he was making.
"Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile… you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?" Dean questioned.
"There's Trotter."
"Who's that?" Aeron asked looking over her shoulder at Richie grabbing a tank top from her bag.
"Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden? Brought in the gambling, the hookers…. Ah, he practically owns this whole town."
"Know where we could find him?" Sam questioned Richie.
"Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours."
"Oh then we better get ready. Dressed in normal clothes. Dressed like this well…" Aeron looked down at the outfit that she was in. "I think wouldn't be a good idea."
Sam shook his head. He knew what she meant. He knew that she hated wearing skirts or anything of the sort. She was a jeans wearing girl and that was something that he liked about her.
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Dean, Sam, and Aeron pulled up in the Impala. They saw that the town was buzzing like it was Mardi Gras.
Dean looked around at the acton. "I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town." Dean said looking over at his brother.
"It is. At least, it's supposed to be." Sam said looking around.
"It is trust me. I travelled through this town. It is supposed to be a boarded-up factory town." Aeron said looking around as well. This was way too weird.
They got out of the car.
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's do some research." Dean looked excited to follow some women.
They walked slowly.
A woman from inside of a car with a mini skirt gestured to him to come to her.
Dean approached the car and looked at her smiling.
Aeron elbowed Sam.
Sam saw his brother wasn't with them. He groaned. "Seriously." He walked back to his brother and smile embarrassedly at the woman pulling his brother away from her. "Come on."
The three of them walked into the bar that was crowded.
Aeron pressed herself to Sam's side. "This is probably the worst place to be in.
Dean moved around at ease.
Sam bumped into Aeron because people bumped into him. He felt awkward in here. This bar was over crowded.
Richie brushed past a woman and approached Sam, Dean, and Aeron. He was in a shiny orange short sleeved shirt that was halfway unbuttoned revealing a white shirt.
"Oh Richie look at you." Dean said looking at Richie.
"Hey."
The two of them shook hands.
"Bringing satin back."
"Oh you like this? Try Thai silk… Canal Street. You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me… fuggedaboutit."
"How much is forget about it?" Sam asked eying the orange shirt dressed man.
"Ah, forget about it. That's Trotter over there." Richie said pointing out Trotter. "He sits there all night. Can't touch him."
"So, what do we do now?" Sam questioned his brother.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to do a little investigating with that bartender."
"Easy, Me and her, we got a little…. somethin'-somethin' lined up for later." Richie told Dean.
"Yeah, right." Dean said rolling his eyes.
"Stings doesn't it?" Richie looked over at Aeron. "How about you come with me sugar?"
Sam felt Aeron stiffen next to him. He looked down at her and saw that she was looking at him pleading with her eye for help.
"How about it sugar? Come with me and let's get to know each other. Get away from the Winchesters for a while?"
Aeron's hands clutched together. Her knuckles turned white. She really wanted to sock him in the face.
Sam put his arm around his shoulders pulling her close to him.
Richie then cleared his throat. "Never mind then… Alright. I got to hit the head, release the hostages. Be back in a few." Richie said leaving.
Sam shook his head.
"No way he gets a girl like that." Dean said shaking his head. "I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel." He said walking with his brother and Aeron towards the bar.
"You think so?" Father Gil said looking at the three of them.
"Oh." Dean laughed lightly. "Sorry, Padre."
"Knew you guys would find your way here. They all do."
"No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" Sam asked keeping his arm around Aeron.
"Like it or not, you go where your flock is." Father Gil told them.
Casey poured him a drink. "Plus, the clergy drinks for free."
"True, and certain bartender owes me a confession."
"Not in this lifetime, Father."
"I better see your butt on Sunday." He looked at Dean as he got up. "Nickel or no nickel."
"What can I get you guys?" Casey asked them.
"What's your specialty?" Dean asked looking at her.
"I make a mean hurricane." Casey said with a smile.
"I guess we'll see about that."
Sam looked at Dean laughing. "You drink hurricanes?"
"I do now."
"Seriously Dean?" Aeron asked looking at him. "Hope you know I'm not gonna drink a damn hurricane."
"Why is that?"
"Allergic to one of the alcohols in it."
"Which is?"
"Gin." Aeron said rolling her eyes. "Should have asked before ordering for me, idiot."
"Hey, what are you doing?!" A guy shouted.
Sam turned his head spotting a man named Reggie with a gun. "Hey." Sam said hitting Dean on the arm.
Reggie raised his gun shooting the man point blank in the forehead. Reggie aimed the gun at his own head.
Dean darted and tackled the man to the ground.
Sam splashed holy water on Reggie.
Reggie looked upset and enraged. "What are you doing?" He said to himself. "He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!"
"Somebody call 911!" Sam shouted. Sam exchanged looks with Trotter.
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The cops cuffed Reggie and lead him away.
Sam looked around. "Too many cops here. I say we roll."
"I agree." Aeron said looking around.
"Just be cool. Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst." Dean said shaking his head.
"So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?" Sam asked looking at his brother.
"I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is… town full of scumbags."
Sam let out a sigh. "Yeah. Maybe."
"You guys ready for your mug shots?"
The three of them look nervous.
The cop chuckled lightly "The photographer's gonna be here in a few, and… take your picture for the local paper."
Dean felt a little bit better. "Be an honor, Officer. What a thrill!" He laughed lightly.
"Yep, time to go." Sam said getting up to his feet.
Aeron got up to her feet.
"Wait a second. Wait a second."
"What?" Aeron snapped looking at Dean.
"Where's Richie?"
Aeron rolled her eyes. "That bastard. Why do you care where he is at?"
Dean sighed. "Oh well he should be back… Let's get something to eat."
Aeron rolled her eyes. "Only you would want food Dean."
"Oh don't tell me that you're not hungry."
Aeron just shook her head.
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Dean sat at the table with a large burger in front of him. He hung up his cell phone.
"Thanks." Sam said to the barman. Sam came back to the table where Dean and Aeron was sitting. "You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?"
Dean rubbed his face. "How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?"
"Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed." Sam said taking a sip of his beer.
"He's a moron."
Aeron scoffed and rolled her eyes taking one of her pretzel bites and popping it into her mouth.
"I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to go and find him."
"Alright. Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here."
"And what about you Red?"
"Sorry Dean. I don't like Richie. I'll stay with Sam. I am pretty sure that Trotter wouldn't say no to a pretty girl."
Dean nodded his head. "Good thinking Red. He wouldn't be able to say no to you."
Aeron smiled. "Glad you think that Deano."
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This is the end of Chapter 11. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I tried to fit Aeron into this chapter about as well as I could. This was one of the harder episodes to put her into them. After all she would be sticking with Sam due to Richie hitting on her. Do you think that she had the right to do that? Please leave a review and let me know what you think and if you have any ideas that would help keep a writer's block away please let me know. I love seeing what you guys like to see. I am actually going to slow up on updating. on my stories. I am also writing reader inserts at this time on my lunarsaturn88 tumblr page. So it's going to take me a bit to write my regular stories as well. I only write the reader inserts to unwind from writing my longer stories. Gives me a breath of fresh air if you will. Until next time.
