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 10

The Winchesters walked upstairs. The bar was now emptying out, no lunchtime rush. Dean looked around. Holly had left. Good. Sam was the first to spot Mary, standing in the corner, as if waiting for someone.

"Hey," Dean said looking Sam in the eye, "Charm her. Get her to dance."

"Then what?"

"Let me worry about that," he responded with a cocky smile.

Sam turned to go, when Dean grabbed his arm.

"Watch your back Sammy."

Sam nodded as Dean released his arm, then headed off towards Mary.

"Hey," Sam said.

Mary finally noticed him and had to shake her head a few times, as if coming back to realality.

"Hey," she said, "Is your brother ok?"

"Yea. He was down there, but no girl. I told him to go back to the hotel room. So he left."

Sam paused and looked at a picture on the wall, as if pretending to let his mind go. He turned to her.

"I do owe you a dance ya know."

"Sure, I'll dance with you."

She smiled as he put his hand out for hers. She took it. They walked on the dance floor.

She tried to snuggle close to him, but he pushed away.

"Mary," Sam said as if he was remembering Jess, even though he wanted to make sure that he wasn't too close in case Dean decided to slit her throat.

"I know. Jess. It's okay. I can wait for you."

She smiled and he tried to smile back.

"So," she said, "Why did you and Dean come here in the first place?"

Just then Sam saw Dean come up behind Mary.

He pulled away from her. She looked at him, confused.

"Sam," she asked.

Then she screamed. Dean had stabbed her in the back just above her stomach. She obviously was in pain, but wasn't going to die. Sam glanced at Dean and he nodded. As Dean glanced around to make sure no one was in the bar, Sam quickly pulled out a knife from his pocket. He stabbed Mary right above the heart, the weak spot of all evil. She doubled-over and screamed again. Sam and Dean quickly stepped back. And Mary turned to dust.

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Dean slammed the trunk of the Impala. It had been just over 24 hours since they had killed Mary. Afterward, they (meaning Dean) had had a drink and both then went back to the hotel and rested. Now they were ready to hit the road again. Dean was sitting in the car waiting for Sam.

"I guess my plan didn't work," Dean thought, "Maybe next town I can help Sam. Make him get over Jess and get a girl. His dreams are just killing him. Next town. Promised."

Sam got in the car.

"Ready Sam," Dean asked, as Sam shut the door.

"Yea."

Dean started up the car.

"Dean, why did you really want to go to the bar?"

Dean looked at Sam who looked back.

"To get a beer. Ready to go," Dean asked dimissing the subject.

"Yea. Ready as I'm ever going to be."

Dean peeled out, and put the town behind them.

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