Twenty Seven

I pulled up to the hotel and sat in the car for a few moments. Apart from those few brief phone calls, I had barely spoken to Dean since everything happened. I had no idea exactly how it would feel being around him again. I knew how I felt, that hadn't changed one bit, but seeing as Dean and I had never really sat down and defined exactly how we felt and what we were to each other, there was always going to be uncertainty. I checked my appearance in the rear view mirror, I had bags under my eyes as usual, lack of proper sleep will do that. I looked hard at myself, I didn't look any worse than usual. I looked over to where I could see the impala parked. There was a hot pink Volkswagen beetle parked next to it, one of the new ones that look like a part of female genitalia, not the classic punch buggies, I hated the new ones, especially the pink ones, they seemed to be driven exclusively by bimbos. I think part of my dislike for them was the fact that a woman in one of these pink beetles had put a ding in the mustangs door because she was on her cellphone rather than paying attention to the traffic light. It was only minor damage but I loved my car, probably more than Dean loved his. Ever since then whenever I saw a new pink beetle I cringed. I walked up to the door of the hotel room and knocked. I waited a minute or two but got no response, so I knocked again. I waited a few more minutes and when I once again got no response I decided to wait in my car for a little while. As I turned round I heard a woman scream from inside the room, I pulled out my sawn off and tried to open the door, it was open but there was something up against the door. I kicked the door as hard as I could and it swung open with a bang. I burst into the room with my gun raised and was shocked at what I saw. A few feet in front of me, on the hotel bed was a naked woman, her long blonde hair was flying all over the place and her clearly artificial breasts jiggled as she bounced up and down on top of a stark naked Dean. The woman looked over at me and let out a shriek, trying as best she could to cover herself. Dean looked over and smirked.

"Jeez Rayne, ever hear of knocking?" he sneered. I felt the bile rise in my throat, I pointed the shotgun at the woman.

"No offence girl but you need to leave, like now!" I shouted. The woman quickly got off Dean and scrambled around finding her clothes.

"He told me he was single I swear!" she wailed as she crawled on the floor searching for her bra. It was by my feet so I kicked it to her, it was one of those bright red lace push up deals, I noticed they matched her thong, I felt my stomach drop and my mind raced. I kept thinking of course Dean would want a woman who had huge breast and wore matching lacy underwear, here I was with my barely average cup size and sports bra. Why did I ever think I had a chance? The woman continued to whine while she got dressed, pleading with me not to shoot her, and Dean lay on the bed with his hands resting behind his head, smiling.

"I'm not going to shoot you, just hurry the fuck up and get out of here!" I yelled at her, lowering my gun. When she was dressed she bolted past me, I looked back and saw her getting into the pink beetle. Figures that she would be the driver, just another reason for me to hate those cars.

"Well that was a little rude Rayne." Dean said standing up. I looked away, I felt like he was deliberately trying to intimidate me by standing in front of me in his birthday suit, and unfortunately it was working.

"You have a real nerve criticising me about anything Dean Winchester!" I spat.

"What? Because you saw me with, um what was her name, Kelly or Candy or something?" he asked stepping towards me. I raised my gun again, furious beyond belief.

"Yeah pretty much, you knew I was coming Dean, you did this on purpose, now if I were you I would stop moving and back the fuck off!"

"Ok maybe a little Rayne, but I mean you didn't honestly think that I was in love with you did you?" he sneered, he must have seen my face drop because he chuckled, "oh you did? Seriously? You thought that a stud like me could be in love with someone who looks like you, especially after I found out you had demon in you? Oh Rayne, you are kind of a plain Jane to begin with and you are much more trouble than you are worth. I thought this way you would get the idea and I would have some fun in the process." he smirked again and a tear ran down my face.

"So Sam isn't missing?" I said shakily. Dean shook his head.

"He's back a Bobby's place, both of whom still want nothing to do with you by the way."

"You bastard! You had me driver all this damned way to torture me and break my heart?" I sobbed angrily. There was a bang from inside the cupboard. I looked over and Dean went and stood in front of it.

"Don't bother Rayne, nothing worth seeing in there. Why don't you just leave?" he said. I stepped forward and made for the door, if he was trying to keep me away, I felt like at this moment, I needed to see what was inside. Dean stepped in front of me and grabbed my gun with one hand and my wrist in the other. I wrenched myself away and the last thing I saw before everything went black was Dean raising the gun above my head.

I woke up on the floor of the hotel room with a pounding headache. I looked at the clock on the wall, I had been here for three hours. I groggily got to my feet, looking around the room. The bed was made and the door was closed, my shotgun was placed on the bed, still loaded. I grabbed my gun, left the room and surveyed the car park, the mustang was still there but the impala was gone. I tucked the shotgun into my jacket before making my way over to my car, I was staggering slightly.

"Must be from the blow to the head." I mumbled to myself, fumbling to get my keys into the door. I opened it and sat in the mustang for quite a while until the headache was almost gone and I didn't feel dizzy. Last thing I needed was to get in a car accident and have the cops find all my weapons. I tried not to think about Dean, or Dylan, or Bobby or Sam. But that was where my mind kept going. Tears ran freely down my face and as much as I tried to hold them back and wipe them away, they just kept coming. In one move my whole family was destroyed, Dylan was gone, Bobby and Sam hated me and Dean, well that was just a disaster. He was right, I thought he had loved me, at least I had hoped he had, because I loved him. I had nothing. The tears eventually began to slow down, I breathed deeply, feeling a churning in my stomach, I decided to find somewhere to eat. I started the car and drove for a few minutes before finding a diner and parking. I went in and ordered soup and toast, sitting down at a table in the back. I opened my journal and flipped through it to keep my mind of things. The waitress put down my food, made some small talk and went to serve some others who had just walked in.

"Can I help you sir?" she bubbled brightly.

"No, thank you," came a familiar voice, "I'm just here to see her."

I looked up and saw the last thing I wanted to see.

"Oh god!" I hissed as he approached my table

"Well not quite, but close." he laughed.

"What the hell do you want?" I hissed again.

"Oh Rayne is that any way to speak to an angel?" he chuckled. I glared at him.

"Well usually no, but for you I'll make an exception Zachariah."