Bad Moon rising
Dean had found his father at Joe's bar that was a few blocks away from their hotel. He was already deep into a bottle when Dean joined him.
"Did Sam tell you about his so called mistake?" John asked, as his eldest sat down in front of him.
"Yeah" Dean said he still couldn't believe it, his brother could be a damn good hunter if he would stop letting them get away. He glanced around him there was pool table a few tables away. The two guys playing didn't look like they knew what they were doing. Dean smirked they wouldn't know they were getting played for fools.
"Did he also tell you that the cat bewitched him which is why he let it go?" John asked watching his oldest scout out the local pool morons.
"No" Dean said turning back to face John. "He didn't mention it; guess he knew what I'd think about that."
"Probably" John said raising his whiskey to his lips "he can't bear to listen to criticism from his hero" Dean snorted. He wouldn't criticize Sam for anything, but he had to admit a werecat bewitching anyone was pretty impossible.
"I've never heard of anything like that" Dean said "Could it be possible? Are we going back to take care of it?"
"I highly doubt it. No if it was smart it wouldn't still be there. We'll just have to keep an eye out" John said finishing his whiskey, he stood and went over to the pool table. Dean watched he was good at suckering people when playing pool but his dad was even better. He watched his dad beat the daylights out of the two morons. Dean chuckled it was guys like that, that John was easily able to get money from. Occasionally they had someone who knew what they were doing and were a little tougher to beat. Usually Dean would double team them with John but tonight that wasn't necessary.
Feeling a little hungry Dean called the waitress over and ordered his usual bacon cheeseburger. The waitress was a young girl looked to be a little older than Dean because how else would she be able to get a job in the bar.
He watched he walk away, and place his order, man if he could get his dad to let him take off for the night. He wouldn't mind spending some time with the girl called Aerial. He sighed as John came back and sat down in front of him.
"What's your malfunction?" John asked the seventeen year old.
"The hottest girl on the planet is our waitress" Dean said and John rolled his eyes. Leave it to Dean to find some girl he was interested in, in the first few hours of being in a new town.
"How about leaving her alone, you don't know where she's been" John commented as the waitress came back and delivered Dean's burger.
"If you need anything else just let me know" she said smiling and tossing her fiery red hair over her shoulder.
"That won't be a problem" Dean said watching her and her swaying hips disappear out of sight. What he didn't see was the smirk on her face. She had him where she wanted him.
"You can close your mouth now Dean" John said chuckling at his eldest son's antics. He sometimes wished Sam could be so easy to get along with, but he figured Sam's stubbornness just made him who he was.
A few minutes later John got up to go hustle some more pool, and Dean went off to find Aerial, who was now at the bar pouring drinks. He grabbed a stool in front of her and sat down.
"Can I do something for you?" she asked and Dean smirked.
"That's a leading question" he said chuckling. She smiled and Dean was hooked. He had never seen a smile as pretty as the one she currently wore.
"In town long" she asked cleaning the empty glasses off the bar.
"Just tonight" Dean said "My dad is a salesman and he takes me and my brother with him."
"Is your brother here with you?" she asked looking around the bar.
"I should hope not, he's only thirteen" Dean said "He's back at the hotel"
"You left your brother alone?" Aerial asked while thinking stupid boy.
"He's old enough to take care of himself" Dean said "he truly doesn't need a babysitter he's alone often enough."
"Is leaving him alone wise?" she asked knowing that getting her revenge was going to be easier than she had expected.
"I don't see why not, kids a good fighter should anything happen, which in this boring town I don't think it will." Dean said. Aerial couldn't believe how stupid this boy was. Did he not care for his little brother at all? If only he knew how easy he had just made it. Were all hunters this unintelligent.
Turning to see where his father was, he noticed John gesturing for him to come over.
"Business calls" Dean told Aerial before getting up and walking over to where his father was claiming their table.
"You're turn to do some hustling" John said and almost laughed and the look on Dean's face. He could guess he wanted to talk to that red haired beauty that had been their waitress as they talked neither noticed the woman slip out the side door.
"We need the money" John reminded him.
"I know" Dean said sighing as he walked over to the guy currently playing pool. They talked for a few seconds before Dean racked the balls and got ready to break.
John was watching Dean hustle pool, when he had the feeling he needed to return to his room. He couldn't explain why just that something felt wrong. He shook it off as having had too much to drink and continued watching Dean for the next little while.
By the time Dean was finished he'd made a couple hundred dollars. The guy wanted to play again but at this point Dean felt sorry for him and decided against playing again. He walked over to his father who was glancing down at his watch.
"What's got you so nervous?" Dean asked approaching their table.
"I'm tired" he lied he didn't want to admit he felt like something was going on. Dean rolled his eyes and turned and started looking for Aerial, he'd forgotten to get her number.
"I think she's already gone" John said knowing who Dean was looking for. "She was probably too old for you anyways, and no telling what kind of disease you could have caught from her."
"We're not discussing this" Dean said as they headed towards the door. They had done well tonight netting a little over four hundred dollars. It was a good thing nobody had known what they had been up too.
"We should probably hit the road early tomorrow" John said "I don't want to stay here too long" there was no telling if that damn werecat was tracking them or not.
"You just love spoiling my good time" Dean muttered. John chuckled.
"You shouldn't even be doing that stuff yet anyways, so don't complain I let you get by with it more than you should" John said as they approached their motel room. The sense that something was wrong hit both the Winchesters as they saw their door was open just a tiny bit.
"I'm I right in saying you closed the door when you left?" John asked and Dean nodded.
"Unless Sam went somewhere after I told him not too" Dean said but knowing his concussed little brother hadn't been in any kind of condition to go anywhere.
John drew the gun he'd had stored in his waistband on his jeans, raising it, he kicked the door the rest of the way open. Not to his surprise the room had been torn apart, like there had been one hell of a fight. John felt relief when he looked over and saw a Sam shape under the covers. He lowered his gun and walked over to the bed. When he pulled back the covers he was in for the shock of his life, it wasn't Sam in the bed, it was the pillows, made to look like somebody was in the bed, and John grabbed a pillow and threw it against the wall. Missing the small trace of blood.
"Damn it!"