I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It seems things aren't going to great from Dean/Breanna at the moment. What can they do to fix it?
This is going to be my last chapter for a little bit. I wrote a short story with Dean and "me" called No Regrets. GO read it!
Life was relatively normal for Breanna the next couple of weeks minus one big thing, Dean wasn't a part of her life. She wasn't sure what had happened, all she knew was that the last she saw of him was when they had sex on her kitchen table. She went back to work the day after the "incident" hoping a little time away from Dean would save her from an awkward conversation. But instead of an awkward conversation she got nothing. She had tried calling and only ever got his voicemail. Sent texts just to receive nothing back. She even went over there once just to make sure he was still there. Since the Impala was in the garage and Sam answered the door she knew he was there. Sam gave her a brief but inconclusive explanation of why Dean wasn't seeing her. Sam hadn't lied to her but he just didn't say much.
Breanna knew when to take a hint. After being turned away at his door she decided the only thing for her to do was to try to move on with her life to the best of her ability. Most of her thoughts were alternating between Dean and hunting the supernatural. There was something about the idea of killing things that were going to harm others that just seemed amazing to her. So when she started thinking she sounded crazy to herself her mind would go back to Dean, there was no way for her to win.
It's been a week since she last attempted to talk to Dean and her life was starting to feel relatively normal again, besides the thoughts she had about vampires and ghosts on a regular basis. Work was the only thing that would get her mind off of everything and lucky for her it was her night to close the bar.
The December air was chilly but welcomed by Breanna as she stepped out of her house. She had never been so ready to start a new year as she was this time around. She just hoped the new year would brush away the Viktor incident and now whatever this was with Dean. Breanna stood on her porch letting her thoughts run wild for a while, eyes closed in the process. Just enjoying the cool air on her face.
"You know some people may think it's a little weird to see you just standing outside with your eyes closed right?"
Breanna's eyes popped open meeting a pair of familiar hazel ones. She gave a nervous laugh.
"Sam, you scared me. I was just enjoying the.. air." She didn't want to seem weird but she wasn't sure what else to say.
Sam gave her a look that she saw from him far too often, "You doing okay? I was just coming to check on you. Haven't heard from you lately."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just been busy with work is all. I'm actually heading to work now." Breanna knew Sam was just trying to be a good friend but she wasn't in the mood to talk about Dean, and she knew that's exactly where the conversation would go. So she glanced at the time on her phone, "I'm actually running behind, we can catch up later?" She finished with a reassuring smile before heading to her car.
Sam followed behind her and quickly caught up and was beside her. "Oh of course, I don't want to keep you. Just wanted to see how you were. Dean and I are actually about to hit the road."
Breanna stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes never left her car and Sam's puppy dog eyes never left her. He wasn't sure what she was thinking but he knew she had to be hurting. Dean had been trying to get them to go anywhere this past 2 weeks but Sam hoped if they stayed Dean would have to talk to her. Sam wasn't entirely sure what had happened he just knew Dean wasn't wanting to make an effort to talk about it at all. Despite him trying to keep them here, duty calls and he couldn't ignore it anymore. Dean refused to go tell Breanna but Sam couldn't just leave, she was his friend and he wanted at least to tell her face to face.
"Oh.. okay. Well you guys be safe." The expression on her face never changed but Sam could hear the slight crack in her voice.
"We will be. I uh.. I don't want to over step and I don't know what happened with you and Dean but I'm sure he's just scared about.."
"It's fine, Sam. You don't have to defend him." She interrupted. She finally pulled her eyes from the car to Sam. "He just says things he doesn't mean then doesn't know how to deal with it afterwards, so he decided to just end whatever we had. I've accepted it and I'm moving on. You two be safe and if you need anything just let me know." She sounded more confident this time.
Sam searched her face for emotion and found nothing. She gave Sam a big hug, it almost felt like a farewell hug if he wouldn't have known better.
"Of course we're always safe. And you call me if you need anything."
"Gotcha. Bye Sam." She waved over her shoulder and made it to her car. Once inside she watched Sam make it back to his house. She started the car and headed off to work immediately not wanting to even remotely chance seeing Dean.
Once she arrived at work, she greeted the few other people working before taking her place behind the bar. She knew it would be a slower night than normal and just wanted to keep busy. So after being there for a little while and making sure everything was where it needed to be she started stocking beers she felt a huge weight of over her shoulders. All she had to think about was bartending for the next few hours and it was a welcomed feeling.
"Excuse me miss, could I get a beer?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
Breanna was crouched with her back to the bar while she restocked the beer coolers. So when she turned around and saw a very attractive younger man with short brown hair, a beard and deep brown eyes sitting at the bar. She couldn't see his entire body but the T-shirt he was wearing was showing off the muscular form beneath the thin material. She noticed she stood there looking at him maybe a little longer than she should have and quickly recovered.
"I'm sorry about that," She said as she approached the bar. "What can I get you?"
"Not a problem, miss. Just a beer please." This time she noticed an accent along with his statement.
"One beer coming right up." She gave him the best smile she could muster up and he returned with his own heart melting smile.
Breanna felt her heart race as she grabbed a mug from one of the coolers and filled it with the frothy liquid from the tap. She hadn't really found another guy she thought was even remotely attractive since Dean, maybe because she wasn't looking or maybe because Dean was just about as good as it gets. Either way this guy was definitely going to make this shift better for her.
"Here you go, sir." She warmly said as she placed the beer in front of him.
"Why thank you, miss." He said politely.
"Name is Breanna, you can call me Bree. No need to be so formal.." She felt an unusual amount of confidence building in her.
"Oliver. My name is Oliver, m- I mean Breanna." And he flashed that same smile as before as he extending his hand to shake hers.
Breanna shook his hand for a moment before letting curiosity take over her. "It's nice to meet you, Oliver. Judging by the accent and the fact I've never seen you in here before I take it you're not from around here."
"You are right about that," He took a big swig of his beer followed by a very impressed look on his face from her selection, or so she assumed. "I'm in the states on business. From Ireland."
She couldn't pin point the accent until he finished and she couldn't believe she didn't recognize it immediately considering she had been to Ireland before.
"Business, huh? You don't take me for a business man, Oliver." She joked with him. She couldn't understand, maybe just being with Dean for a while allowed her to have more confidence in general.
He gave a hearty laugh, "I'm actually a doctor. Got my doctorate this pass year. Trying to find where I'm going to do my residency."
Breanna couldn't hide her shocked expression. She couldn't believe this man was a doctor, Irish, and good looking. It just seemed too surreal.
"Well don't look so alarmed, even Irishmen can become doctors." He laughed and shot her another smile.
"Oh it isn't that I.. Just wasn't expected." Breanna said while trying to busy herself with wiping the already clean bar top.
"I get that a lot." He lifted the beer to his lips and finished the rest of it.
"One more?" Breanna asked as she reached for the empty mug.
He grabbed her arm, not as much of a grab as a it was his long fingers gently bracing her wrist. The sudden contact made a lump grow in Breanna's throat.
"No, ma'am that'll be it. I need to be going. Just the tab." He smiled and released her wrist.
Breanna smiled back and nodded showing she understood. "Don't worry about it, Oliver. It's on the house. Welcome to Lawrence."
He stood up revealing his full 6 foot frame, "Thank you, Breanna. Very gracious. I'll have to buy you a round one day."
"I'd like that.." Breanna said softly, the smile not leaving her face the entire time she watched him exit the bar.
Maybe things wouldn't be too bad for her after all.