Eight.
Downing the shot, the alcohol hit the back of her throat in a fiery burst, hitting her nerves and setting them alight. The jukebox burst into yet another in a series of similar songs, this one turning out to be 'Sweet Home Alabama.' Signalling the bartender, she lifted her elbow on to the counter and then would have regretted it, considering how sticky it was, but she was far too drunk to give a rats ass at this point.
"Hey," a guy sidled up beside her, drawing out the 'y' in his greeting. By the smirk spread across his mouth, she could tell he was on the same level of intoxication as her.
"Hi," tilting her head to one side she smiled flirtatiously. Growing up around the Winchesters she'd never spent much time with any other guys than them, and given that this was her first opportunity, and she was trashed, she was going to make the most of it.
"What's a pretty little lady like yourself doing all alone on a dark night like this one?" he enquired, as her drink arrived.
"Just having some fun," she grinned, knocking down the tequila in one mouthful.
"I'm Dave," he offered a hand which she shook. He was cute, she decided, in a not so clean cut sort of way. He kind of reminded her of Dean, but with dark hair.
"Haley," she replied, tossing her honey blonde hair over her shoulder like a cheerleader in a teen movie. She sort of hated herself for being so freaking stereotypical but whatever, she was going with it.
"Can I buy you another shot?" he asked, placing a hand over the one she had laid on the bar.
"Sure," she nodded, biting her bottom lip.
Tumbling backwards onto the bed, she giggled. The motel room looked so much similar too hers, Sam's and Dean's that she almost forget she wasn't in it.
"Ooh you have stars on your ceiling," she cooed, pointing upwards as he trailed hungry kisses down her collarbone. The room spun as his hands fumbled inexpertly with the button on her jeans. Damn his carpet was ugly, she thought theirs was bad but that was seriously outrageous. "Where am I?" she slurred, scrunched her eyes as a kaleidoscope of colours flew in front of them. She felt hot and as she shrugged her way out of her jacket, and Dave grunted happily atop her, she realised she was going to throw up. Shoving him aside she rushed into the bathroom and retched into the toilet bowl.
"Well, well, well, Haley James," Dave appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, wiping the spittle from his over exuberant kissing from his lips "After all the stories about you, I have to admit, I'm disappointed."
Through the blurry haze that was her eyesight, Haley looked up "I'm sorry, what?"
"Feisty woman demon hunter, the only girl to ever lay claim to both Winchester boys, sorry all three," a malicious glint entered his formerly friendly eye "I was just expecting a little more."
Haley forced herself onto her knees and pushing a chunk of hair off of her face "What the hell are you talking about Dave?"
"Dave?" he tilted his head in confusion "Oh I'm sorry, that's the name I use in this body, isn't it?"
Haley felt as though she had just been dumped into a bucket of ice. From her fingers to her toes she tensed, and her mind suddenly became crystal clear. "What are you?" she asked, clambering to her feet.
"A really evil bitch," he responded, with a cruel smirk "And I'm here to fuck up your life."
The artificial light of the bathroom stung Haley's eyes and she took a step back "Did you put something in my drink?"
"Oh it was just a roofie," he laughed callously "Just enough to keep you drowsy and slow so I can properly… sort you out."
Trying to spot anything that could be used a theoretical weapon, Haley clung to the sink as the room swam and her eyes watered "Stay away from me," they both knew it was an empty threat, she was about as useful as a chocolate teapot in this situation.
"Don't worry sweetie," his voice took on faux empathy "Everything's going to be just peachy." And then the world went black.
When Haley awoke, she was in bed, in a motel room. With no stars on the ceiling. Her head was pounding and her mouth felt like she'd licked the sidewalk, but aside from that she was fine.
"Good morning sunshine," Dean greeted her in a sing song voice. Groaning, she tugged the duvet up to cover her head.
"Go away!" she exclaimed, but peeked back out again at the aroma of coffee, which she snatched from Dean's hand and took a huge mouthful of.
"How you feeling?" Sam enquired, dropping down to sit on the bed beside her.
"Like ass," she responded, screwing her eyes shut as the faint light leaking in through the crappy curtains burnt her.
"That's what happens when you drink almost an entire bottle of tequila in one night," Dean replied with a smirk on his face.
"You know, you don't have to enjoy this so freaking much," Haley said, propping herself up with a pillow.
"I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd see the day I'd get you back on all the jibes about me being hung over," Dean raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Where did you find me?"
"Asleep in the Impala," Sam responded, raising his eyebrows "Why?"
"I just-" she paused "I met this guy at the bar and I was sure I was in his motel room…" she trailed off and looked up to find both guys staring at her "I was probably dreaming again, or something."
"Well we all know that tequila does some funny things to your mind," Dean laughed "But we seriously need to get on with this job, we lost some major time with all of the-" he hesitated, glancing at Sam "Stuff we had going on."
Despite throwing herself wholeheartedly into investigating the Haywood job, Haley couldn't shake the vague memories she had of the night before. Maybe it had just been the alcohol, but she was sure that something had happened. Lifting the side of her shirt out of the way, she examined her collarbone in the mirror and found a series of love bites etched into her skin.
"Hales?" Sam's voice broke through the silence and she spotted him in the reflection from the mirror.
"If what happened last night wasn't real, then what are these?" she turned to show him. He placed a hand on her neck and frowned.
"What are you talking about? There's nothing there." Creasing her eyebrows, she looked back into the mirror.
The marks were gone.
Author's Note; Oooh the magic of evil. And I bet you liked my little Daley reference didn't ya? More fun to come kids (:
