Dean pulled back up to the curb outside of the boarding house, afraid to enter. He knew the moment he did Sam would be on his case about leaving. And if he hadn't already he would soon piece together that it had something to do with Abigail. Of course Sam would think that Dean crossed the line, but it couldn't be further from the truth.
Finally getting the courage to get out, he walked into the house finding Eva sitting by the check in desk folding some laundry. "Dean welcome back."
"Hi Eva, I'm glad to be back. I'll tell you living out of a hotel room it's all it's cracked up to be." Dean said trying to make conversation when in reality he had been living out of hotels for as long as he could remember. "Do you know if Sam's in right now?"
"Actually he and Abigail went down to the diner a few minutes ago to get something to eat."
"Okay, thanks, I'm going to go get settled in." Dean said before disappearing up the stairs. He had called Sam from the road and told him that he would be back today. He was glad that he didn't have to deal with him and Abigail first thing. After dropping his stuff off at the room he moved out to the porch to sit and enjoy the autumn night. He didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs until she spoke
"So I guess your back." Abigail said taking in his appearance on the porch swing.
"Yea, I got back a few hours ago. Your grandmother said you were out with Sam." He said standing from the swing.
"Yea, so how was your trip?" Abigail asked trying to make small talk.
"It was good, glad to be back though." Dean said, standing from the swing. "So Sam's still at the diner?"
"No he headed over to the library." Abigail told him knowing that the pleasantries had ended.
"Thanks see you later." Dean said before walking off of the porch and into the Impala to find Sam. Walking into the public library he knew that Sam with be in the research room, knocking lightly before slipping in he found Sam pouring over volumes of old town records.
"It's about time jackass." Sam said looking up briefly.
"What a warm welcome." Dean quipped before taking a seat across from his brother.
"So I called Bobby, about 45 minutes after you took off. He had no idea what spirit you're talking about." Sam threw his pen down getting angry with Dean. "I realize that you're not used to staying in once place for too long but this was almost too sudden. So just tell me that you left because you were going stir crazy and not because of Abigail."
Dean took a minute to spin the silver ring around his right hand ring finger before lifting his head up sheepishly. "I didn't do anything to her. But I can't help it man, she's hot."
"Yea and she's also 17 Dean. I know that even you have standards. Eva has been great to us, so don't screw this up." Sam yelled to his brother before leaving the research room.
'That went better than I thought.' Dean thought before leaving the library himself. As he drove back to the boarding house he caught of glimpse of Abigail walking into the Restaurant. He almost had to do a double take fearing that she might now make it out alive, but the owners had still yet to show any sign of being "their guys"
Dean waited outside the restaurant for Abigail to emerge. "Abigail." Dean called causing her to jump.
"Dean you scared the crap out of me." Abigail said clutching her chest for dramatic effect. "What do you want?"
"What where you doing inside there?" Dean asked.
"Not that it's any of your business but I was applying for a job. They need a new waitress." Abigail said smugly.
"That's not a good idea, Abs. Please just trust me on this." Dean said almost pleading with her.
"Dean unless you can give me a really good reason, I'm going to keep this job." Abigail told him, unwavering.
"I don't have a reason for you, I just don't think it's a good idea." Dean said trying to reason with out too much information. "I'm not trying to control you I'm just worried."
"Worried about what Dean? Look I'm glad your back, but I'm taking this job. So let it go Dean, just let it go." Abigail said as she started to walk away.
"Hop in, I'll give you a ride." Dean said moving back towards the car.
"Fine," she said before getting in the passenger seat. "So back to the house?"
"Or we could drive around for a while?" Dean suggested.
"It's almost 9 o'clock there's not a whole lot still open around here." She said as Dean started driving home. "Well actually there's a pool hall just outside the city limits."
"Sounds good, pool hall it is." Dean said as he continued driving outside of the town. Abigail leaned over turning on the radio letting the music blare through the speakers. "Sorry, I had it up really loud from my trip.
"That's okay. So Dean, trip was good?" She asked trying to resume the small talk.
"Yea, it was kind of a straight through trip. Not that big of a deal." Dean said trying to answer her without much detail. "So how's school?"
"Do you really like being reminded that I'm still in high school?" Abigail laughed. "It cant make you feel all that great that the girl you spend all your time with is a seventeen year old high school senior."
"Okay then what should we talk about."
"Well Mr. Winchester. If you're going to be staying in town, I think it's about time we found you a girlfriend." Abigail laughed.
"Didn't we talk about this earlier? I'm not the boyfriend type of guy." Dean explained pulling into the parking lot. "And since your so eager to find me a girlfriend why don't you put that effort toward finding yourself a boyfriend."
"Because the boys of this town are deeply stupid. I need a man not a boy." She joked as they walked into the building. There was a crowd of regulars sitting at the bar and a few playing pool. Abigail waved to the owner and grabbed a couple of cues for the two of them.
"So you come here often?" Dean asked.
"Every once in a while, the old owner went to school with my mother. I went to school with his son and he took over a few years ago." Abigail said racking the balls. "He let's me drink."
"I never pictured you as the underage drinker." Dean joked breaking the set.
"I don't do it that often." Abigail said sinking a few balls into different pockets. "So what are we playing for?"
Dean gave her a skeptic look before hitting a few in himself, "I don't know, what are you willing to put on the table?" Yes he was flirting and yes it probably wasn't a great idea. But you have to live a little.
"Miss a shot take a shot?" She suggested walking over to the bar. The bartender turned around taking a minute to talk with Abigail before handing her over a bottle of tequila and a 2 shot glasses. Dean stood back in admiration watching Abigail work her underage magic.
"Well, I guess you really can take care of yourself." Dean said taking the shot glasses from her. "So should we do a shot to start the game?"
"Give me a minute I need some salt and some limes." She said walking back over to the bar and picking up the rest of the items. She walked away from the bar taking extra time to sway her hips at the guy behind the bar. Stopping to wink at him before continuing over to Dean, he shook his head at her. "What I may be able to drink tequila but I hate the aftertaste."
Dean filled the glasses while Abigail licked and salted her hand. "You ready."
"Bottoms up." Dean said tapping glasses with her before downing his drink. Abigail took a second to like her hand before taking the drink, and then instantly put a lime in her mouth to kill the taste. "So do you want to break?"
After 3 games of pool Dean named Abigail the winner to stop her from her consumption of liquor. "Okay Abs, you win. Last shot then I'm sneaking you home."
"But I'm out of limes." Abigail said stumbling towards Dean. She set her pool cue down on the table. And leaned into his chest for stability.
"Can I get a water over here?" Dean called to the bar tender.
"Don't forget the lime." She tried to whisper to him.
"And a lime please." Dean called smiling as the man made he way over to the table with water and a single lime slice. "Thanks."
"Good luck with that one." The bartender told him laughing.
"Yea I'm guessing you've had some experience with her?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, she wont remember most of this in the morning." He said walking back behind the bar.
Abigail raised Dean's hand to her mouth licking the length between his thumb and index finger, before sprinkling some salt on his hand. Giving his hand a quick lick she downed the drink before putting in the lime in her mouth. "So do you think your done for the night?" he asked returning the pool cues to the wall he returned to find Abigail filled another shot glass. "No, no babe no more. It's time to get you home."
"Please, just one more round of lick it slam it suck it." She slurred out.
"What?" Dean exclaimed turning back to her grabbing a hold of her waist to stop her from moving.
"The tequila." She said changing the pitch of her voice. "So Dean-o let's get out of here." She said downing the last shot before pulling Dean out of the pool hall. "Thanks Carl." She called to the bartender tripping over her own feet as she left. If it hadn't been for Dean's grip on her she probably would have fallen to the ground.
Dean released his grip on her as she raced over to the Impala. Once she reached the car door she turned waiting for him to catch up. "So Abigail how exactly are you going to sneak up the banister and into your room? I think you might be a little too drunk for that."
"Well maybe we'll just have to stay out all night long." Abigail said, she was trying to whisper the words out but the words came out in a normal level.
"Well Abigail why don't we go out for a little drive, give you a chance to sober up and then you can sneak up the stairs to your room." Dean said making the final steps towards her. Placing his hands on her hips Dean leaned into her pulling her closer to his body.
"Dean, can you drive me somewhere?" Abigail asked through her drunken haze. "I promise if you drive me there I'll go home like a good little girl and go straight to bed." She laughed.
"Fine where to." Dean relented. Jumping up excitedly giving Dean a kiss on the cheek before running around to the passenger side door.
What had he just gotten himself into.
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