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On the Road Again

Chapter 48

Three Guys Walk Into a Bar

It was early evening and the place was just getting going. Me and Jessie were out watching over the bar, keeping an eye out for trouble walking through the door. Randy was out back talking to a couple of new girls, making damn sure thy understood the rules.

One little red head looked really good but she sure had a mouth on her. I figured I'd take a run at her later and start showing her the ropes. It might take a month or so but they all came around in the end. Follow the rules or you're out on your ass.

Jessie poked a sudden elbow in my side and tossed his head up at three guys coming through the door.

One of them was really tall and one was too pretty to be trusted and one was just a weirdo. I mean, who wears a suit and tie to a bar like this? I gave Jessie a nod. They looked like potential trouble and it would most likely pay to keep an eye on them.

The tall guy found an empty table in the back and the weirdo sat down with him. Tall guy pulled out a lap top and the light from the screen reflected off his face. He was a kid, maybe right on the edge of being legal. I knew Rosealee would card him. We didn't need that kind of grief. I watched her drift their way and take their orders. The pretty boy was standing up near the table but looking off towards the pool players instead of sitting down.

I leaned back against the bar and rested my elbows on the edge. I had my beer in one hand while I was picking at the label with the other. I leaned into Jessie. "I'll watch 'em. See if you can get Pretty Boy to play pool."

If he was a shark then the tall kid was his back up muscle. I snorted. They were just couple of amateurs if they thought they could float in here and pull off a scam like pool sharking.

I watched for a while and damn Pretty Boy was good. I would have never known if I hadn't seen it played out time and time again. The guy was a shark; a well-trained shark. He made it up to the third game, losing both of the first two before he tried to up the ante and evidently discovered his wallet was empty. Pretty Boy called out to the Tall Guy, calling him "Sam" and asking for money. Sam said he had left his wallet in the car and stood up to go get it.

Weirdo guy slid out of the booth and put a hand on Sam's arm. "I'll go get it, Sam. Continue your research," he said in a voice that was deep and gravely; not the kind of voice you would expect to come out of someone who looked like an accountant.

"Ok, Cas." Tall guy replied and then said the strangest thing. I was far enough away to maybe not hear it right but it sounded like he said "Remember to walk."

The Cas guy nodded once and went for the door. By this time Randy was back from talking to the red head. We followed the Accountant outside. It was OK. I figured we'd kick his ass into the dirt and the other two could pick up the pieces and get out of town. Those two were bigger and looked tougher than the guy we were after.

He was reaching for the door on a big black muscle car when we caught up to him. I grabbed his arm and tried to spin him around. My other fist was raised, ready to rearrange his face but t he didn't spin like I expected. It was like trying to spin a rock or a tree. He just didn't move at all.

"Please don't make me hurt you." He said in that gravelly voice. Randy moved in on the left going for the guy's arm on that side. I don't know what happened next. There was a noise like something large passing by and the guy did spin then but he did it on his own. He was wearing a tan raincoat and it spread out as he whirled.

The next thing I saw that I understood was Randy flying through the air. He hit the brick wall of the bar about eight feet up and face first. I barely had time to see him begin to side down the wall when there were icy cold fingers around my throat.

"I warned you." The guy growled and lifted me up with one arm. His eyes were electric blue and I knew whatever he was, he wasn't human. No human had eyes that glowed like that. I was beginning to black out from lack of oxygen when I heard a voice say "Cas, put him down."

"He attacked me." Cas growled again. "He intended to attack you too."

"Doesn't matter, Cas," someone said. "Just put him down."

I was dropped on the ground and when I got some air in my lungs I saw I had been dropped at Pretty Boy's feet.

I grabbed the guy's boot and tried to pull myself behind him. Whatever that thing in the tan raincoat was I wanted as far away from it as I could get. I saw Randy's body lying at the base of the wall. I thought he was still breathing.

"Let It go, Cas. "

"Dean, these men are fodder for Hell. That building is an antechamber to the pit for all the creatures inside."

The guy they were calling Dean knelt down beside me.

"Look buddy," he said. "You got one chance. Cas here wants to send your ass straight to Hell and, trust me, he can do it."

I rolled over on my back and took in great gulps of air. I stared up at the guy, hanging on every word.

"Clean up your act, clean up this place, get a better class of friends and maybe try getting on your knees every now and then and begging for forgiveness. Otherwise you're going to be seeing us all again down the road."

The three of them got in the big old car and left me lying on my back in the parking lot.