Fayth
They arrived in Clarkdale at around 10:00 PM. As expected, ever since they had arrived, Dean kept on looking all around himself. They had been together long enough that Sam can read his brothers' minimal body language sometimes. Sam could tell Dean was looking for something or someone.Dean had on one of his faces. It wasn't his hunting face. It wan't his 'looking for my keys' face either. It was a face that Sam hadn't seen before. Sam decided that he would label it Dean's 'looking-for-something-but-I-really-don't-want-to-find-it' face.
They found a gross, run-down Motel. They didn't bother looking at it's name. Once you've been to so many of these kinds of places, they all blend together after a while. Once they had their key and paid in cash, they went up to their room. After they were inside they threw their bags on the floor. Sam plugged in his laptop while Dean sat on the bed. Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw Dean rub a hand over his face and scratch at the stubble that was starting to appear. They both needed a shower but instead Dean insisted on going to a bar. Sam didn't mind because he could tell that Dean was planning on getting trashed tonight. That meant that Sam could drive back to the hotel.
They drove to a bar a few blocks over. The place was filled with smoke and rock and roll music. The place was packed and very noisy. They made their way to the bar and ordered. Two hours later, they had found a place to sit at the bar. Dean had already had 5 beers and 2 shots of tequilla. Just as they were getting ready to leave, a girl who was about Sam's age came up to Sam and asked him if he'd like to play pool with her. Sam didn't get a chance to respond because the girl pulled him off the stool and led him to a pool table. Dean, realizing how drunk he is, decided that some fresh air might me good for him. He made his way outside and leaned his head against the cool brick of the building. He let his eyes drift shut for a second.
"Remember me?" Dean jumped at the sound of the voice that was right next to him.
He recognized the voice before he opened his green eyes. He also recognized the perfume too.
"Fayth." He stated. She had startled him but he had expected that they would run into each other. He had been thinking about what he would say to her since he knew they were coming to Clarkdale.
"What are you doing in Clarkdale?" She asked.
He still didn't look at her. He just stared straight ahead. He had the speech memorized, he know exactly what he was going to say to her, he practiced it in his head the whole drive to Arizona. But in his drunken state, he couldn't remember any of it.
She appeared right in front of him. Not walked, just appeared.
She grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her for the first time in 6 years. She forgot how green his eyes were.
She leaned in close to him. She forgot how good he smelled. "You shouldn't be here." She whispered in his ear. She was so close that her lips were brushing against his ear very lightly. Her hand started to move up his shirt. Dean's eyes slid closed again. He didn't have the energy to fight her right now. Just then the side door to the bar opened and Fayth was gone.