Once again I want to remind everyone this is not 100% based off the show. So if my facts are incorrect or the timing is off or whatever it may be don't worry about it. I'm just writing this as I please so just take it all as it is, please.
Thank you all for reading and I would love some more feedback! You never know I may add in some thing you suggest :) Thanks for sticking this out with me.
"No, I'm fine mom.. I really I don't need you to come here." Breanna said in an exhausted tone. She could have swore she had repeated the same thing over and over the past 10 minutes she's been on the phone with her mother.
"Well Derek said you were in the hospital and that you just had a new thug boyfriend. I don't think that's the best type of person to be spending your time with darling, that's all." Her mother kept her tone chipper despite of what she was saying, as always.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Derek is a liar and I couldn't give two shi.. I could care less what he has to say!" Breanna corrected herself not feeling like hearing her mother go on about how 'Ladies do not speak that like young lady'. "Also, Dean is not a 'thug' that is a ridiculous statement mother. He's a great guy! He saved me, he kept me company in the hospital, he's even help take care of me. I think he the greatest 'type of person' to spend my time with." Breanna finished with a huff.
"Should I send Mary Elizabeth to come stay with you for a while?" Her mother suggested sending her brat step sister to come stay with her at the same time ignoring everything Breanna had just said.
"Are you kidding me? That's one of the worst ideas I think I have ever heard. I am fine! I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself. I don't need a child to come baby sit me." Her patience wearing thin.
"Mary Elizabeth is a sweet and very respectable young lady. I just can't understand where I went wrong. I raised you right, I suppose I allowed you a little be too much leniency after I met your step father. But if even half of what Derek has told me about.."
Breanna couldn't deal with it anymore. She had let her mother rule her entire life, and it led her absolutely no where. "You know what mom.. I've had my fill of you for a while. Have fun with Derek." And she hung up before allowing her mother to respond.
She couldn't believe her mom could think she was living so poorly and chose to believe the man that nearly ruined her daughters life. Then to top it all of she basically picks her step daughter over her own flesh and blood. Breanna had put off speaking to her mother the entire hospital stay and even this entire past week that Dean had been gone. She wasn't sure why she finally decided to return her mother's call but she deeply regretted it.
Breanna sat on her couch with her head in her hands for a while just thinking about different things. Thoughts interrupted by her phone ringing, signaling a call. She couldn't believe her mother had the audacity to even attempt to call her back. Breanna flipped the phone open with an unnecessary roughness.
"What part of I've had my fill of you didn't you understand?" Not attempting to try the anger in her voice.
"Well unless I missed the memo, I wasn't aware you had your fill of me." Dean joked from the other end of the line.
Breanna couldn't help but smile, she loved hearing his voice. "Dean.. Sorry I thought you were my mom calling me back."
"Do I even want to ask? Scratch that I know I don't want to." Followed by a deep chuckle.
"You're right." She mumbled under her breath. "So what's going on?"
"Not much. We are still running on a wild goose chase. No closer to coming home than when we talked last sadly." He was hoping she would understand and wouldn't be upset by him still not knowing when they could come home.
"It's okay, Dean. I've enjoyed being by myself this past week actually. Without you distracting me I've got a lot done actually." Breanna finished in an as-a-matter-of-factly tone.
"Oh yeah? Well I guess you don't miss me at all then, huh?" She could hear his smile through the phone.
"Yeah.. But I guess parts of me miss you more than I would like to admit." She said with a laugh.
"Oh yeah? Well one big part of me misses you." Dean sounded as if he was joking.
"Dean!" Breanna heard Sam's voice through the phone making her laugh.
"Chill out Sammy, adults are talking." He tried to muffle his voice against his shirt. Placing the phone back to his ear, "Listen babe, I have to go Sam's panties are in a wad. I'll call you tomorrow?"
"Okay, I'll talk to you then. By the way I miss one big part of you two.. hurry home." With that she hung up with a smile on her face.
Dean flipped the phone with a big smile on his face. "That girl is something else, Sammy." Dean couldn't believe how often he was surprised by her. Majority of the time she seemed to be shy and quiet but then she would just flip and become this naughty girl and Dean couldn't get enough of her.
"You're telling me. How she puts up with you I'll never know." Sam started a laugh.
"Laugh it up. You're just upset that I'm getting it on the regular from your girl crush." Dean couldn't help but pick on his little brother. He knew that Sam tried to get with Breanna but it didn't work out the way he planned. Now he had to constantly be reminded that she chose Dean over him.
"Get over yourself Dean. Right now you two are having fun because you're getting sex constantly and she's okay with you not being emotionally invested. But after a while she won't be able to help herself and she'll tell you she loves you and you will freak out and leave. You're a hunter, Dean. And to top it all of you're well.. you. Excuse me for thinking she deserves more than that."
Dean just looked at Sam in between glancing back at the road. He couldn't believe what just came out of his baby brothers mouth. What did he know about their relationship? He had no clue how he felt about her. Sure they had a lot of sex but it was more than that. He didn't have to explain himself.
"How about you just keep your thoughts to yourself then? You don't know anything about us. So just shut your pie hole." With that Dean turned up the Kansas track that was playing quietly in the Impala to a full blast. Partially to shut Sam up but mainly to keep his thoughts off what Sam had said.
Dean knew Sam was on edge because they couldn't pin down this yellow-eyed demon they had been searching for. Not only did the thing kill their mom but also Sam's college sweetheart. They thought they may have got a break in the case when Bobby called saying their dad was tracking them and accidentally tipped him off as to where he might be. So as of right now they just always seemed to be one step behind their dad. Neither of them wanted to head home until they at least spoke to their dad. So they were both a little sleep deprived and moody but Dean couldn't just sit idly by while Sam trashed him.
After the next 100 miles they were somewhere around Williamsburg, Virginia and decided to stop at the next motel they found to call it a night. Once they brought their bags in Sam started doing something on his computer and put head phones in. Dean wasn't feeling sitting around being ignored by his brother. So he grabbed his jacket mumbled something about going out then did just that.
Pulling up to the first bar he could find it looked just about like all of the rest of the places he visited all over the country. This particular places had a sign that said "Chuck's Bar and Grill" on the top of it looking as if it had seen better days. Not that it mattered to Dean, he could get a few beers relax then be on his way.
Taking a seat at the bar he pulled his phone out to sit on the bar just incase someone tried to call him. Almost as soon as he got himself seated the girl across from him working behind the bar approached him with a smile on her face. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, auburn shoulder length hair, pretty tan face with her left arm completely covered in tattoos. Wearing a white tank top showing off her black bra underneath.
"Can I get you something?" She cooed across the bar to the young attractive patron.
"I'll take a beer, whatever you suggest." Dean couldn't resist showing her his signature smile.
"Coming right up." She returned the smile and walked off to grab his beer.
Dean took a moment to look around the place. Not too many people there. Two older bearded men at the opposite end of the bar sipping what he assumed was whiskey or scotch on the rock. A few people in the booths along the wall presumably eating and drinking. Then a few guys playing pool to the left, he thought about maybe making a few extra bucks by schooling them in a couple games but decided against it. Busy observing he didn't see the bar tender return.
"Here you go, sweetie." She said as she placed the beer on the coaster in front of him. "Name's Tiffany." She introduced herself.
"Dean." He didn't want to seem to available but couldn't be rude. He tasted the icy beer from the mug and was pleased by her choice. She must be good at what she does.
"I've never seen you here before Dean. New here, or?" She didn't want to seem nosey but she had to know why she had never seen this wonderful eye candy in here before.
"Just passing through." He said simply taking another big sip of his beer.
"Not much of a talker huh?" Tiffany joked with him, glad he was just passing through. That always made hooking up with a random guy a lot easier. And she definitely wanted to try and see how far she could get with this one.
"Just had a long day." Dean hoped she would catch his drift and move on. But he wasn't so lucky.
"Want to talk about it?" She asked while pulling two shot glasses from under the bar and grabbing a bottle of Jack. She poured two shots and slid on over to Dean while holding the other in her dainty, well-manicured fingers.
Dean accepted the shot glass and slightly tilted it to her as a way of saying cheers. After he placed his glass back on to the counter his eyes connected to an already pair of brown ones peering into his. Making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Uh no that's okay. Thanks for the drink. But I think after this beer-" Dean's phone started vibrating from it's place on the counter.
Before he could grab the ringing phone Tiffany had scooped it up and flipped it open. Pressing it against her ear, "Dean is kind of busy right now. Can I take a message?"
Breanna sat there in an almost petrified state. Did she dialed the right number? Of course she did the person said Dean. Why is there a woman answering Dean's phone? She could feel all of the blood leave her face as the realization ran over her. emDean was sleeping with someone else./em
"Hello? Who is this?" Dean finally coaxed the phone from the bartender who had over stepped her boundaries.
Breanna couldn't say anything she just sat there in shock. She was calling to let him know she wasn't going back to work for another week and hoped that maybe they could meet in the middle someone to see each other over the next couple of days. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
Dean pulled the phone away from his ear to see if it was still connected, once he saw the name his heart sank. Dean quickly pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and slammed it on the bar before taking off. He heard Tiffany yell something about he knows where to find her but he wasn't listening.
"Breanna, baby. It isn't what you think at all." Dean started to explain.
"Who.. who was that?" Her voice was just above a whisper.
"Just some bartender-" He began.
"So you tell me you're off saving people but you're really making pit stops at bars fucking the first bartender you meet?" Breanna's voice was rising. She was hurt, but she couldn't let him sense it.
"There was no fucking! I swear, she just grabbed my phone. Nothing happened!" He hoped with everything in him she would understand. He hopped into the Impala and made his way back to the motel.
"Well I'm sorry for interrupting you before you even got to get started. Don't stop on the account of me, I would hate to get in the way of you getting some cheap ass." She slammed the phone shut before staring at it with tears growing in her eyes for a moment. Not thinking she reared back and threw the phone as hard as she could muster. Watching it hit the wall and shatter she just lost it. She couldn't hold back the tears.
"Breanna!" Dean yelled over and over into the phone. But it was too late she hung up.
He tried calling her over and over but each time it went straight to voicemail. Giving up Dean called Sam instead.
"What?" Sam answered the phone with an attitude.
"Sam I need you to gather everything up. We need to go back home."
"What why? Is something wrong?" Sam's voice immediately softened to a more familiar tone he used.
"Everything is okay, or it will be. Just meet me in the parking lot in five." And with that Dean hung up and sped to the motel.