Broken || Dean Winchester

27. The Life We Dream Of.

*Cover gif made by me.* 

*Riley POV* 

"Please." 

"No."

"Please!" 

"No!" 

"Pretty please?" 

"Riley." Dean stopped walking and spun around to face Riley. "I'm not seeing some wackadoodle fraud psychic." 

"She's not a fraud!" Riley exclaimed. 

"So no comment on the wackadoodle part then?" Dean raised a brow.

Riley rolled her eyes and the two of them continued to walk towards the bar. 

"Okay, so she's a bit quirky, but she's not a fraud!" Riley said defensively. 

"They're all frauds." Dean rolled his eyes. 

"Missouri wasn't." Riley shrugged. 

"Alright so they're not all frauds, but the hippie wannabe's who live in a trailer with twenty cats, they're frauds." Dean said certainly. 

Riley pushed open the doors of the bar and walked inside. Across the room they saw Sam sat at the bar with a drink in his hand and made their way over to him. 

"All I'm saying is she's been right before, she could help us." Riley said, dropping down onto a stool beside Sam. Dean stood on his other side. 

"Who's right?" Sam asked. 

"Riley wants me to see a psychic to find out if there's a way to stop me from going to hell." Dean said, rolling his eyes. 

"Really?" Sam raised a brow at her. 

"I've seen her before and what she said, came true!" Riley said. 

"Let me guess, you'll suffer for a while and then a tall, handsome stranger will come into your life and sweep you off your feet." Dean said sarcastically, batting his eyelashes for effect. 

Sam snorted into his glass and Riley glared at her boyfriend. 

"You're a jerk." 

Dean snorted a laugh and moved around to stand behind Riley. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. 

"I'm sorry, you can tell me all about it later." Dean said, kissing her head again. "Right now I wanna know why Sam here is drinking whiskey at two in the afternoon." 

"Because." Sam shrugged. 

"Because what?" Dean asked. 

"Sam, are you upset about something?" Riley asked, placing a hand on his arm. 

"Yeah, I am." Sam said firmly. 

"What are you upset about?" Dean asked. 

"I'm upset, because I can't save you from going to hell. And what's worse, honestly, I don't think you wanna be saved." Sam exclaimed. 

Riley tensed and Dean placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly. 

"It's not that I don't wanna be saved, I just don't think its worth going through all this effort when nothing can break my deal." Dean shrugged. 

"How can you care so little about yourself?" Sam said, looking up at his brother. 

Before Dean could answer, his phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket. Riley looked up at him as he glanced at the screen in confusion before answering it.