Women and Winchesters
I do not own any of the things you recognize (aka Dean and Sam). I do own Erin, Mary, and Holly though.
Chapter 5
They walked into the bar. It seemed busier now, even though the boys saw no one coming inside.
"Boy," Dean thought, "this place must be a killer at night."
Sam walked up to the bar.
"Hey," Sam said to Erin, who was using a rag to clean the bar tops.
"Hey yourself. Where's that handsome brother of yours?"
"Right here," Dean said, flashing a smile as he came up from behind Sam.
"We were wondering," Sam said, "If we could dance with you and Mary, maybe have a drink or two."
"What changed your mind?"
"Well," Dean began, when Sam couldn't think of anything, "We just thought we couldn't leave you and her here alone. All these big men could take advantage of you two."
Dean flashed another smile, trying to seem innocent.
"I'll go get Mary. Be right back."
As she left, she winked to Dean.
"If it's not her…. Sam, I swear…"
"You can sleep with her. Just shut up."
Dean looked almost satisfied for a minute, then quickly changed into his flirtiest smile, as Erin and Mary walked over.
Erin came around and grabbed Dean's hand.
"Ready," Erin asked.
"Yeah," Dean said.
Erin took Dean around the bar and towards a staircase.
"Have fun Sam," Dean said over his shoulder as he walked away.
Dean followed Erin downstairs.
"What are we doing down here," Dean asked, looking around. There was a fridge, two couches, a coffee table, and a phone. Wasn't a very big room, but it was cozy, and very homey.
"I thought we could talk or something."
"The 'or something' sounds good," Dean thought.
"Sure," he said.
She brought him over to a couch and went to the fridge in the corner of the room. Erin got two sodas and came back to Dean, putting one in front of him.
"So what do you want to talk about," she asked, as she sat down very close to Dean, too close for comfort especially with a possible 'demon'.
"Well, why don't you start with your friend, Mary? What's she like?"
"Different. Unique."
"Anything change about her in the last month or so?"
"No why?"
"Just wondering. So…"
Dean thought for a minute. "Cristo"
"What," Erin asked.
"Umm… Cristo?"
Erin didn't flinch, but looked confused.
"Nothing," Dean sighed.
"It isn't Erin. That's for sure," Dean thought.
"Ya know," Erin said, "We could skip the talk and go straight to the or something."
Dean looked at her.
"No romance? This is my kind of girl," he thought.
"Actually, I've got to find my brother."
"Come on Dean. Just for a minute? It isn't that evil."
"What did you say," Dean asked, rage starting to show in his eyes.
She quickly moved her mouth toward him, but he was faster. He pulled his knife out and stabbed her in the stomach. She looked at him, almost ready to scream. Her eyes got wide and she turned to dust.
"Bitch. Won't snoop on me and my brother again, now will you," Dean said, into the air.
He thought about why she didn't flinch but dismissed the thought, then stood up and put his knife away.
"Maybe my master plan will work after all," he said to himself as he walked back up the stairs.