Break the habit of a life time Part 2
After a few hours and a long silent drive, they were in a bar making their way through another round of beers.
"Well here's to another job well done". Dean raised his bottle in a toast to their success. Sam and Maggie smiled, they returned the gesture and chinked their glasses together. Just as Dean took another drink of his beer, a waitress with long blonde hair walked passed, a round tray balanced on the palm of her hand.
Maggie caught Dean looking although she could tell he wasn't much interested in the design on the back of her top.
"You know having been a waitress for a year I m going to let you into a little secret".
Dean turned his head back to Maggie.
"We hate having our Asses grabbed or stared at".
This statement took Dean aback; slightly embarrassed that Maggie had called him out.
"If you want to talk to her, just talk to her." Maggie continued. Dean got up from his chair and swung his head round the back of it.
"Oh and Dean don't forget, her eyes are up here, not down here". Maggie pointed to her eyes, then to her chest. She gave Dean a teasing smile and raised her eyebrows. Dean laughed sarcastically and walked away to the bar.
"I swear, how your brother ever gets dates astounds me". Maggie chortled before taking a sip of her beer. But her smile soon disappeared when she saw the expression on Sam's face. He hadn't said a word since the job; he just sat, staring into space. She could tell from his eyes that his brain was ticking in over drive.
"So, you want to tell me what happened earlier."
Sam looked down at the beer-stained table and let out a sigh in reluctance.
"Its nothing".
"Sam I saw your face, don't tell me that was nothing". Maggie looked Sam strait in the eyes. Sam could barely meet her gaze. He really didn't want to tell her what was bothering him. But he knew she wouldn't stop asking until he did.
"You remember I told you that I have visions".
"Yeah death visions; visions of people who are about to die".
"Well I had one last night".
"And…" Maggie held her hand asking for Sam to elaborate.
"We were staying at a hotel, you couldn't sleep so you got up to go to the bathroom and when you went in, you found Dean…I think he was dead".
Maggie looked back with a frown. "Have you told Dean about this?" She asked in a calm tone of voice.
"No".
"Why not, Sam I think he needs to know if someone is going to kill him".
"Its me…I kill him". Sam answered his voice slightly raised.
"How do you…"
"When you turned around, I was standing there with bloody hands holding a knife".
"Sam, that doesn't mean that you're going to kill Dean". Maggie tried to rationalise Sam's proposal.
"What else could it mean"? Sam finally looked Maggie in the eyes.
"Sam you need to tell him". Maggie leaned in and told Sam firmly.
"I cant".
"Well what are you going to do, you can't avoid him for the rest of your life".
"I know that". "It happened during the night, so all I have to do is make sure I m nor in the room when your both asleep". "I'll book another room and sneak out when Dean falls asleep".
"You can't keep that up forever Sam".
"I know, I just need time to figure things out." "Maggie you can't tell him, please".
Maggie let out a sigh.
"Okay".
What could it all mean? Continued in chapter 3