Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
We had a bit of trouble finding a gig after we finished that case with Cassie. I personally felt like Dean didn't want to do a gig for a while. We were staying in a motel until something came our way or until Dean decided to stop moping. We decided to go down to the local bar to have a few drinks for the night. I sat at the bar alone. Sam and Dean were both busy doing their own thing. Sam was busy trying to find us gig. Dean was busy being busy with a cute blonde. Oh how fast he forgot about Cassie. I motioned for the bartender to get me one more. My drink of the night was a gin and tonic. The stool next to me suddenly became less vacant.
"What's a pretty girl like yourself doing drinking alone?" I looked at the person next from the corner of my eye. He was trying to play it cool by not looking at me. I didn't say anything to him. "I can make your night less lonely." He casually rubbed against my arm. I felt my skin curl.
"I never said I was lonely." I finished my drink and went to get up. I stumbled a bit but quickly balanced out. I was never one to hold my alcohol very well. Ok I admit it I was a lightweight. Dean teases me all the time about it. Saying that I'm not really a Winchester since I cant hold my liquor.
"Oh hey now. You can't leave alone in this state." The guy pretended to care. He stood in front of me, blocking my way out. "Too many jerks that could take advantage of a pretty thing like you." He brushed some hair out of my face. I jerked away from him.
"I have people here." I looked around the bar. I didn't see Sam or Dean anywhere. "Somewhere."
"Let me help you." His voice was dangerously low. He took a hold of my wrists. I hated when people did that. It defiantly got in the way of fighting. This guy new that.
"I'm fine." I tried to pull away but he grabbed me harder.
"I just want to have some fun." He pushed me against a private wall.
'Stop it! Get off me!" His 210-pound body pushed hard against my 125-pound body. He stepped on both my feet to keep from kicking him. He still had a firm hold my wrists. He knew what he was doing. He had me blocked. I was scared. I had no way of defending myself.
"It's alright." He mumbled into my neck as he kissed it. I screamed. "It wont hurt if you stay still." I squirmed from under him the best I could.
"Get off me!" I was not giving up without a fighting. He ignored me and started to move up to my face to quiet my screams. I bit his lip until it bled when his lips touched mine. I spit out his blood.
"You bitch!" He backed handed me so hard it made my lip bleed. It didn't help that the ring he was wearing caught my lip. Then he re-slammed me against the wall causing my head to slam. I blacked out for a few seconds. He went back to what he was doing but this time he was more aggressive. His hands found there way to the hem of my shirt. They ran up my side and around my back. I did my best to squirm out of his touch. I took my free hand to pull his hair as hard as I could. He screamed in agony before kneeing me in the stomach. His weight suddenly lifted from my body. I saw that Dean had him pinned up against the wall by his collar punching him over and over. I slid down the wall trying to catch my breath. I watched as Dean beat the crap out of this guy. Sam ran over and kneeled down next to me. He reached over and wiped some blood off my lip. I started to cry at his touch.
"Come here." He told me gently. He pulled me close to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist. "It's alright." He soothed by rubbing my back.
"Get her out of here Sammy." Sam helped me up and walked me out of bar.
I leaned against the building still trying to get a hold of my breathing. I could taste blood in my mouth. I wasn't sure if it was his or mine. Sam handed me a bottle of water to wash out my mouth. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He just stood next to me. I leaned into Sam. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder supporting my weight. I didn't need him to say anything. I just needed to know that he was there. Dean finally came out. His fists were bloody and bruised but other then that he didn't have mark on him. He sighed when he saw me. I was still leaning against Sam.
"I'm sorry Aidan." His voice was quiet. I tried to choke back tears with no success. He opened his arms to me. I automatically ran into them. Dean protectively wrapped his arms around me tightly. I sobbed into this chest. The mix of leather and soap instantly comforted me. Dean pushed my hair from my face when I turned my head so my cheek was laying against his chest. "Your ok now girly." He kissed the top of my head before laying his cheek down on top of it. He held me until I pulled away wiping away stray tears.
"Let's get going." I started to walk toward the Impala. My head was pounding. I just wanted to lie down. I was pretty sure I had a concussion.
Once we got back to the motel room Dean instantly wanted to check me over.
"Did he hit you anywhere else?" He asked moving my face from left to right. He then lifted my shirt slightly to see the bruise on my stomach
"No just my head stomach and face." I winced when Sam started to look at the back of my head.
"Just looks like a bump but you may have a concussion." He said putting ice on it. Dean held up my wrists. I could see bruises already starting to form.
"I want to beat him all over again." He let go of my wrists and got washcloth to clean off the dry blood on my face.
"I think you did a good enough job the first time." I took the washcloth from him. I walked over to the mirror and started to clean my face.
"Dean what kind of state did you leave that guy in?" Sam asked shaking out the ice cubes into the sink. I looked at Dean through the mirror.
"He was alive if that's what you mean." Dean put way the first aid kit and settled in one of the beds.
"That's weak. You should have killed him." Sam settled into the other bed. I was shocked by Sam's statement. I wiped around a little to quick. I lost my balance and had to grip the wall to keep from falling. Dean shot up and ran over to him.
"You alright?" He asked taking a firm hold of my arms.
"Fine, just dizzy." My vision was temporary blurry.
"Sit down." Dean sat me on the bed.
"Sammy what are you talking about, killing that guy." I leaned back against the headrest. I was having trouble sitting up by myself.
"No one lays a hand on you like that and gets away with it." Sam told me with anger in his voice.
"I second that." Dean resettled next to me. "Your our baby sister it's our job to protect you like that."
"Thanks." I mumbled before sinking into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning with a headache. Pain shot through me as I tried to get up. I slowly walked to the bathroom to look at myself. I didn't look has badly as I felt. My lip was a little swollen and my stomach had a bit of a bruise. My head hurt the worst out of all of it. I rummaged through one of the bags to find the aspirin.
"What are you doing up?" Dean grumbled rolling over to take the bag away from me. He searched through it lazily.
"Couldn't sleep I guess." I answered. Dean handed me the bottle of aspirin.
"So you're punishing everyone else?" He rolled back over to fall back asleep. I looked over him to see that Sam was already up.
"No just you." I popped two aspirins and threw the bottle on top of the bag. I changed into a pair of cargo pants and my favorite T-shirt. I carefully brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. "I'm going to see if I can find Sam." I slid on my sneakers, grabbed the extra key and left the room.
I tried the local diner and wherever else I thought Sam might be but didn't find him. He was probably back at the motel room by now anyways. I turned on the street where the motel was located. I was too busy thinking about everything to pay attention to where I was walking. I collided with a body. I looked up to see whom I ran in to. My throat closed up a bit. The guys face was badly bruised; I would be surprised if he could see clearly. I gave a quick once over. There were no other visible wounds but it would be my assumption that he had some marks under his shirt. I recognized the ring on his hand. It was most definitely the guy from last night. From the way he looked at me, he recognized me.
"You're the girl from last night." He told me like it was the worst thing in the world. "Do you see what your brother did to me?" He pointed to his face.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" I asked. Of course I could see his face. He looked better bruised up anyways. He lunged at me. I was more prepared for him this time. My fist connected with his already beat up face.
"Son of a bitch." He mumbled spitting out some blood. Just for kicks, I kicked him in the stomach. No pun intended. He fell to his knees holding his stomach struggling to breath. I walked behind him, put my foot between his shoulders and shoved him to the ground.
"If you ever touch me or any girl like that again, I'll kill you." He tried to get up but since my foot was still on his back I pushed him back down. "And if my some rare chance I don't succeed my brothers will kill you." I gave him a final kick before leaving him to pick himself off the ground. I got back to the motel room to see that Sam was already back.
"There you are." I picked my coffee of the table. "I have been looking everywhere for you."
A/N: Oh how I love random endings haha. Ok I have some ideas for this story and because I am an awesome person I am going to give you a heads up on them. I want to Aidan to over hear a fight that Sam and Dean have where Sam tells Dean that he can't baby Aidan forever. I also want to have some demon contact Aidan where he taunts her about her mother, father and brothers. I still want to add Papa Winchester but I need that to be perfect. Again these are only ideas so don't be looking for them in the next couple of chapters but what you can do is review and tell me how you felt about this chapter.