Chapter 23

Running to the motel was freeing. It helped get the thoughts of Dean out of my mind. Mostly. The wind against my face, the feeling of the ground beneath my feet. All this reminded me that being a vampyer wasn't all bad. But at the same time, all I wanted to do is scream.

When we got into town, we decided that we were going to stop at the liquor store. We picked up a couple bottles of tequila, then made our way to the motel. When we got there, I looked at the sign and could tell that it was worn down. There was only one car in the parking lot. Man… This place is sketchy. I looked over at Bianca and she seemed to be thinking the same thing. Oh well. Not like I will be staying here long anyways. I walked into the office and saw a middle aged man sitting behind the desk. He looked up from his crossword puzzle and gave me a creepy smile.

"Hello miss. How can I help you?" His voice was groggy.

"Hi…I was wondering if you have any rooms available?" I tried to make myself sound more confident than I was feeling at the moment.

"Yes! We do! How many nights?" He asked, excited.

"Just a night." I gave him a small smile.

"Alright, if ya want to stay more than one, we charge nightly. So if I could get your name and credit card, we can get ya your room." He gave me a toothy grin.

So I gave him my name and my credit card and waited for him to process it. After about a couple minutes he gave me a room key and my credit card. I nodded a thank you and walked out the door. I walked over to Bianca, gave her a look and we walked towards the room.

I unlocked the room and walked into the room. As I looked around, I noticed that it had dated wallpaper and carpet. There was a small T.V on a scratched up dresser. I walked over to the bathroom, I flipped on the light switch and it made a god awful humming noise. I quickly turned it off, I made a face and set my suitcase down on the dirty floor. I looked over at Bianca who was setting the bottles on the table by the yellowed window. Then she turned around and gave me a look.

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"I mean… I don't want to but… I'm sure I'm not welcome at the bunker right now." I huffed and sat down on the bed.

"Alright… Well let's crack open this bottle and drink." She smiled as she opened the bottle of tequila.

After a few shots, I could tell that she was dying to ask me what happened.

"Alright. I can sense that you're dying to ask. So… Go ahead." I took a shot.

"That obvious?"

"Just a smidge."

"Okay. So what happened between you and Dean?" She took a shot.

"Well it's like you kept saying… I should have told him sooner."

"Well… I don't want to say I told you so… But…"

"I know… I fucked up. Hard. So now we're over. He even said so. Plus, he can't trust me. There's not a lot to say about it."

"There's a lot you can say. You guys were so happy. Your aura was so shiny and bright! So was his! Now… It's dark and dull."

"I figured. Sorry."

"Don't be. It's just how you're feeling. It was nice to see you happy and relaxed for once."

"I know. It was nice to feel truly happy for once. I haven't felt that way in a long time. It just felt so right to be with him. Even if he is a human and a hunter."

"Aw! Nic!" She leaned over and gave me a hug.

"I was really falling for him too. Anyways… You're still wearing Same shirt. Plus his scent is all over you. Did you two…?"

"We did… And before you ask. Yes, it was great!"

"Oooo! About time! The sexual tension between you two was insane!"

"Oh shut up!"

"And?"

"And what?"

"And… Have you two talked about your relationship?"

"Yeah… We are just going to see where this is going to go."

"Awe. Well I hope that this doesn't mess things up for you. I would feel awful if it did."

"Oh no, it didn't. If anything, Sam understands why you didn't say anything. Also, he isn't mad at me for not telling him. If anything, he is mad at Dean for overreacting."

"Dean didn't overreact. He reacted like I thought he would."

"I see…"

"I just wish that I could be with him right about now." I took the last shot of the bottle.

"Aw, Nic! You're breaking my heart."

"Sorry. Anyways. Shouldn't you be getting back?"

She looked over at the clock and her eyes got wide. "Shoot! I should. But, are you going to be okay? Because I stay."

"No. Go. I'll be fine. I promise. I'll text you tomorrow and let you know what my next step is."

"Promise?"

"I promise." I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"Alright. Please. PLEASE! Text me to let me know." She had some apprehension in her voice. But she gave me a sympathetic smile and climbed off of the bed. "I'm going to splash some water on my face then I'll head out." She said with a slight slur and walked off towards the bathroom.

I nodded and climbed off of the bed myself. When I was on my feet, my head started to spin. I looked at the empty bottle of tequila and thought, that would be why. I put my hand to steady myself. That's when Bianca came out of the bathroom giggling. I gave her a look and we both burst into a fit of laughter. Who knew that if you drank a whole bottle of tequila super fast, you could get a vampyer drunk. After a good couple minutes, we pulled ourselves together and walked towards the door. I opened the door for her and she pulled me into a hug.

"Please text me tomorrow." Bianca squeezed me a little tighter.

"I will. Promise." I squeezed her back.

"Okay. Have a goodnight." She let go and waved.

Just like that, she sped off into the cool summer night and I was alone. I took a deep breath, letting the events of the day sink in. I shook my head and decided that I was going to go for a shower. I closed the door and locked it behind me.

Before I walked into the bathroom, I quickly grabbed the second bottle of tequila. Then I walked into the bathroom, flipped on the awful noise light and turned on the shower. As the room filled with steam, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I cracked it open and took a big sip. I was surprised about the pressure of the water in this shitty little motel. As the water ran down my body, I couldn't help but think of Dean. The way he flexed his jaw when he was stressed or turned on. The way the sun lit up his beautiful emerald eyes. Then I started to wonder what he was doing. Was he drinking alone in his room? Was he talking to Sam? Cas? Is he as heartbroken as I was? I took another long sip from the bottle. As I was mulling over these questions, I suddenly noticed I was crying. For the first time in at least 100 years, I was crying. I realized that the strange pinging going on inside of me was… Heartbreak.

After a while of drinking and crying in the shower, I decided that it was time to get out. I shut off the shower and stepped out. Grabbed a towel, slipped around me and walked out of the bathroom. Walked over the suitcase and opened it. I was about to grab my when I noticed that I still had Deans shirt. I picked it up and put it against my nose. I took a deep breath, it still smells like him. Here comes the tears again. I stood up, the shirt still in my hands, and walked over to the bed. I flopped myself down and curled up into a ball. I reached for my phone that was laying there. I looked at the screen blankly. I knew that this was a bad idea but I tapped Dean's name, decided that I was going to text him.

Me: 'I'm so sorry Dean. I should have told you everything right away. Goodbye Dean… Yours. Nicole.

I pressed send and dropped my phone beside me. I pressed his shirt closer to me and cried myself into a dreamless sleep.

–The End–