Ok, so, I totally forgot to mention the GREAT help from my Twisted Sisters and my GMTs: Thursdaywench, Glittergoddess, and Lilbug, for the teaser. Thanks to Mattie for being my little voice of reason with this one LOL.
Dean's voice was languid and smooth with a touch of sorrow, "So there I was, completely alone, so…very alone." Sam watched in discrepancy as his brother completely laid one on thick to the girl beside him in the bar. This time he was using the good ol' compassion and sympathy routine. Sam rolled his eyes when he saw Dean give him a thumbs up behind the girl's back. Dean was starting to get touchy feely when every head in the bar suddenly turned to where the door had banged opened.
The woman who entered shouldn't have really caused a stir but the manner of appearance struck everyone dumb. She was entirely… naked and examining the chipping paint that was peeling away from the opening of the wall. Dean blinked a few times in the silence of the room and then was able to turn his head to Sam who sat only a few feet from him. Their eyes locked and stammered in confusion. Surely this woman wasn't in her right state of mind. A few men had gotten up; either drunk or way too lonely.
Dean turned to Sam as a brawny man pushed a guy out of the way to get to her, "This is gonna get interesting."
Dean was right and as the man reached out to the woman, they both stared in silence as crack sliced through the silent room. The woman was holding the man's hand with her right, his hand already starting to bruise and at an odd angle. His grainy cry filled the silence left by the sound of his wrist breaking.
As the man dropped to his knees, her hold on his deformity did not waver and neither did her voice, "You will not touch me." Her voice was a stern command.
Dean gave a side look at Sam, "Well apparently…"
Sam smacked Dean in the arm to get his attention back, "Ya know instead of making a joke maybe we should actually help her?"
"Yeah, of course, Mr. Saving Sammy," Dean grinned "…Yeah I think she could probably take care of herself?" He glanced at the man's hand and then turned back to Sam. Sam's furrowed brow stared Dean's humor down till it broke, "Alright yeah, probably would be that saintly gentleman thing to do."
Sam rolled his eyes and tried to come up with a plan to help an insane woman without her panicking when he caught her staring directly at him. Her eyes met his and a rush of something he couldn't place, pierced through him. She dropped her grip on the man's hand and walked over him in a path to the Winchester Boys. Dean shifted in his spot as the attention of the room followed to where they were.
"Samuel Winchester?"
Sam, dumbstruck, just blinked a few times and then nodded, "Yeah…yeah, how do you…" Sam stopped as her eyes darted to behind him where Dean was now looking as amused and confused as possible.
"So you must be Dean," she nodded in acknowledgement of both.
Dean shook his head and gave a nervous laugh, "Hokay, I don't think we've met but I've been pretty wasted before so, sorry that I don't remember you," Dean gave the woman a once over, "Really sorry…" He grinned cockily.
Sam smacked him in the shoulder in frustration still staring at the woman, "Maybe we can get you some clothes, huh." Sam stood and approached her, gently laying his hand on her back, guiding her towards the exit. He sped up a bit incase someone decided to oppose their departure.
Dean, following suit, bumped Sam on the back with his jacket, "Hold on, it's raining." He gave her the jacket to wear as they stepped out into the night.
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