Supernatural short stories

GWH Dean's night

"How are you out of Maker's Mark? It's not even 11 yet!"

"Sorry Dean," Benny, the bartender at Dean's favorite bar replied, "there was a mix up, we thought we ordered more but we didn't. We have some coming in noon tomorrow."

"Well, Benny I'm taking my business elsewhere."

"Don't be like that brother, come on."

Dean walked backward away from the bar, "I promised myself I wouldn't get drunk off your cheap tequila, sorry man."

"Well, I better see you back here tomorrow!"

"You know it," Dean finger gunned and turned around. He left the bar, Purgatory was the name, and flipped the collar of his leather jacket up. It wasn't that cold out but there was a strong wind. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he rounded the street corner. Then he heard a scream from a nearby ally. His head darted up and he started running. He got to the end of the alleyway and saw a big drunk man pinning a crying woman against the wall, trying to get her undressed.

"Quit screaming," he told her. Dean saw red as he rushed it. He slammed his fist against the man. Dean was shorter than him, but he caught the man off the guard. The man lost his balance and released his hold on the woman. She fell to the ground.

"Go! Run!" Dean yelled. The woman struggled to get up, she had a hurt ankle.

"You're gonna regret that man," he turned to Dean and threw a punch that Dean ducked under.

"Run! Call 911!"

The woman finally got up and started running. Dean and the man were locked in a fight. Both only getting a couple of punches in. Dean dodged a punch then kicked the man in the balls. The man doubled over and Dean took a few steps back. He was just trying to keep the asshole here until the police arrived. He assumed the man would be down for a few. It was a mistake letting his guard down. The man lunged at Dean punching him right in the nose. Dean stumbled back. His eyes were watering and he couldn't see. The man probably broke his nose. The man pushed Dean against the wall as he struggled to blink away the tears. The man had a tight grip on Dean's wrists as he leaned in for a kiss. Dean tried to lean away from it but the man kissed his lips, cheeks, neck, anything on Dean's face. He tried to fight it but the man was stronger than him. When he finally pulled away he had a sinister smile on his face.

"Thick lips, long eyelashes. You'll do just fine."

"Let go of me."

"Just as fuckable as that whore."

"Don't you mother fucker I'll end you!"

He laughed, "you won't have a chance," and leaned in again.

"Freeze! Police!"

The man held on to Dean but looked out from the ally. Sure enough, there were four police officers there with their guns out. Dean took the man's distraction as an opportunity. Dean's mind was frozen, but his body wasn't. He kneed the guy in the gut and shoved him to the ground. He leaned over the guy and started punching him in the face, repeatedly. In the back of his mind, he heard the officers yelling, but he kept going. He didn't fight when he felt two people pull him off. The rapist's face was bloody and he deserved it. He smiled as the man was handcuffed and put in the back of the first police car. He saw the police officer's mouth moving but he couldn't hear anything over the ringing in his ears. The police walked him over to the car and put him in the back. He wasn't handcuffed but he didn't fight. The ringing finally subsided when they pulled into the police station. They escorted him to an interrogation room where they left him alone with just one officer that was on the scene with him.