A week had gone by and the hospital finally let Sam go home, or back to the motel room. Sam still couldn't remember shit, which was frustrating enough, but Dean had decided to dissappeare for three days.
"There you go Mr. Winchester. Now get plenty of rest and come in for a check up in about two weeks." The doctor said to Sam "Do you have anyone coming to get you or shall we call you a cab?"
"No I'll be fine, I'm sure Dean will be here soon." Sam said trying to confice himself and the doctor. And sure enough five seconds later a very hungover Dean Winchester stumbled into the hospital room.
"Hey Sammy, ready to go?" Dean asked as loud as humanly possible, or at least as humaly possible for someone who was suffering from a swollen cock and a pounding head.
"Yup. Sure am!" Sam said enthusiasticly.
"Alright! Lets get the hell out of here then." Dean said with a small smile at Sam, then to the doctor who was still standing there.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\Back In The Motel Room/////////////////////////////////
"Hey Dean I'm gonna go get some drinks. You're welcome to come if you like." Sam yelled into the bathroom.
"What, you just got out the fucking hospital! Your not going anywhere!" Dean yelled as he wiped the door open. But there was no Sam, just a small note on the table.
"Sammy you suck at running away." Dean said to himself, as he picked up the note.
The note read : Dear Dean, I'm goin out for a bit. I won't be back till morning.
Sammy
"Well that little bastard! He's gonna have sex." Deans heart came plummeting to earth from it's cloud, as he read the note.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\At The Bar////////////////////////////////////////
"What can I get you?" The bar tender asked him.
"Um a beer please, and a double shot of whiskey. Keep the whiskeys coming." Sam instructed.
The bar tender nodded her head and went to get his beer and whiskey.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A small red headed women asked.
"No." Sam answered flatly not even looking at her.
"Do you mind if I sit there then?" She asked again.
"No, I don't mind at all. Actually I think I could use some company." Sam said as he turned around to look at her.
"The names Jack." She offered flatly.
"Sam. So you from around here?" He asked necking his beer.
"Nope. Could I get a scotch neat. Keep them coming." She answered.
"So were are you from?" Sam asked.
"If I told you I'd have to kill you." Jack answered with a cocky smirk. The smirk remind Sam of Dean, some much that it hurt. "You from here?"
"No. I'm just working a job here with my brother." Sam said, not sure if he'd said to much or not.
"What kind of job?" She asked.
"Well if I told you, then I'd have to kill you." Sam answered with his own smirk.
"You have beautiful eyes." She said, randomly.
"You have a beautiful mouth." Sam replyed. He had finished his first whiskey and was eyeing yup the second one.
"You should slow down there tigger. Or I may have to take you home with me." She said working on her thrid scotch.
"Why not." He answered looking her up and down.
"You now were the motel is?" She asked but didn't wait for an answer "Go to room 13, far left. Meet me there in half an hour." She taunted as she pounded back another scotch, then she payed and sontered to the door. Turning to look at Sam before she left.
"Fuck..." Sam said to himself as he pounded the rest of the whiskeys, then stumbled to the door. He left with out even paying, but it didn't seem important, the only thing that seemed important was fucking that fine little lady.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\In room 13///////////////////////////////////////////
"Is he coming?" A voice came from the shadows.
"Again! I feel insaulted. Ofcourse his coming!" She answered.
"Just get it done. Remember you're saving the world." The voice said.
"To bad it wasn't the older one though. Just imagen how powerful it would be." She said, poundering.
"Yeah, hate to dissappoint but it's not." The voice scoulded
"Hey who's complaining. The kids fucking hot too. A little fucked up but, FINE! And god those legs, they just...swollos hard...Go on forever." She said trying hard not to droll.
Then a loud pound came from the door.
"Get out of here." She whispered to the shadow.
"Just do it." He answered before dissappearing.
She was shocked to see that it was not the Winchster she expicting.
"HOLLY FUCK! JACK!?" Dean practiclly yelled.
"DEAN FUCKING WINCHESTER!" She replyed back.
Okay ladies and gentle men, hope that chapter was better for you. I hope my grammeres better this time I read over it a couple of time and even used a manual dictionary for it so. Any type of review is very welcome.