Chapter 9

"He is?"

"Yea."

Dean was silent, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks, he turned his head away so she wouldn't see how embarrassed he was.

"What the hell Dean?"

"Um… sorry?"

"Sorry?! Jesus! You thought Brian and I were together?!"

"Uh- Yea."

He could hear Anna talking a deep breathe and letting it out, he could hear her foot tapping, and he believed for a moment that he could actually hear her thinking. He knew she was a little miffed. She released another sigh and walked over to where he stood.

"I know it's been a while, but you have to trust me a little more than that. Maybe you could ask before you assume, it would make things a little easier to deal with."

Dean grinned down at her. She looked back him and gave him an annoyed look. "Ma'am, yes, Ma'am."

Anna rolled her eyes and pushed him out of the room, she needed to lie down, she needed to think. Him, just being in her room made her heart race; her mind weaved fantasies of Dean and her, on whatever surface they could find. She licked her lips and pulled her thighs together, a flush crept up her cheeks and stained them red, her eyes drifted closed as she lie on the bed thinking about Dean. She could feel a distinct pull in her lower regions, begging for her to go to him.

As for Dean he was also in his room, lying on the bed thinking, he was thinking about Anna and another man, no man in particular, just any man. He felt protectiveness and jealousy pulse through his veins, and try as he might, he couldn't fight off the feelings that left him confused. Never before had he felt this protective envy before for any woman, or person for that matter, except maybe Sammy, but Sammy was his brother so he understood where that was coming from. He'd never felt so distracted, just thinking about her with anyone made his anger burn hotter, his blood turn to ice, and his mind to a determined course.

Sam could feel the anger, pouring into his veins, throwing his mind off track, he didn't know why he was angry all he knew was that he wanted to hit something. He decided he would go to a bar and drink away the anger, not to get drunk but to numb the feeling. He would tell someone he was going to a bar to get information on the victims, they would believe that, he might even get some information, just to get into the swing of things. He could already feel some of the anger dissipating.

"I'm going out. I'll be back in a little while." He said the Brian

"Where are you going?"

"Bar, do you know where the nearest one is?"

"Just follow Main Street, sign over the door says 'Bernie's Bar and Grill' although it's more bar then grill. You can't miss it."

"Thanks."

Sam was out the door before anyone could ask, he was in Dean's car before anyone could get outside and was off and running before anyone could care. He felt the vibrations of the car through the padded black leather seat, he could hear the tires crunching the gravel beneath it, the smell of twilight spread through the desert like town. As he passed homes he could see lights on, and people walking around inside, he saw a mother figure, and a father and kids running around. A Spurt of homesickness raced to his heart, he kept driving listening to the thick heavy metal that Dean loved. He looked around the town that Dean had come to three years ago, he saw homes, he saw work building, a convenience store, a bank, a grocery, a gas station, everything a person would need in a small town.

At the end of the street he saw the bar, it stood two stories tall and from the front he could see that it was seedy but well kept. He drove down the end of the street and parked at the side, between a Black Ford Escort and a Teal Mazda. He turned down the music and sat for a moment, took a deep breathe and turned of the car. He stepped out of the car and strolled up to the front door, the door was scarred oak, stained a deep reddish brown and the doorknob was a standard brass turning knob. He opened the door and walked in immediately assaulted with the scents of hard liquor, cigarettes and the thick smoky scent of sweat.

The first thing he noticed about the inside of the bar was it was dim, a few lights hung over table and the bar but were a low wattage. The bar wasn't packed but there were a lot of people crowding the bar, Sam walked over to the bar and ordered a beer to a tall rough looking man standing behind. The man gave him a bored look and walked off to the back to get his beer.

Sam sat on one of the duct taped stools that wobbled under his tall height, he looked around the bar and saw old neon signs that hung on brown painted walls, he could see the bathrooms from where he sat on the other side of the room. He waited until his drink came and then he stopped looking around, only caring about the drink in front of him.

Alex was in the kitchen cleaning up after the brief and very tense dinner when Brian came into the room.

"Have you noticed anything about Anna and Dean lately?"

"Oh geez, we forgot to tell you!"

"Tell me what?"

"Dean and Anna were engaged three years ago."

"Yup, I can say you never told me."

Brian wrapped his arms around her waist and spoke in low tones into her ear. He swayed her hips with his, whispering in her ear, she giggled. Anna walked into the room to see her sister and her brother in law do the hoochie coochie in the kitchen, she laughed.

"Keep your clothes on until I leave, geez."

They both jumped and laughed, all they could see was each other and it was enlightening to see them like this. It showed her that true love did exist, no matter how little it happened. She thought of Dean, shots of lust flew through her. And just on cue, Dean walked into the room, looked at Anna then at the other couple and mouthed to her 'I'm Sorry' and walked to the porch. Moments later he came back inside with a confused look on his face, it turned a little angry.

"Where is my car?" he tried to say calmly

"I thought Sam told you."

"Told me what?"

"He bored your car to go down to the bar."

"Nope, it seems he didn't bother."

Brian looked at Anna and then back at Dean.

"Do you have his number?"

"His cell phone is upstairs."

"Anyway to reach him?"

"No." he said angrily "Why would he go without me?"

"I have no idea."

Suddenly the phone rang, everyone looked at it for several moments then Anna walked over to the phone and picked it up."

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Deveraux?"

"Yes."

"Hello, I have a Mr. Winchester down here. He says that he lives there?"

"Yes, he does."

"We have him down at the station right now, apparently he was in a bar fight, the other man says that Mr. Winchester started it. Would you please pick him up?"

"Yes, sir."

Anna hung up the phone and faced Dean, Alex and Brian.

"Who was that?" Dean said

"Police department."

"Why they call?"

"Sam's in jail."

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