One Of The Winchesters

Chapter 12

I just finished changing after I showered. I walked out while drying my hair. Sam was on the phone in the kitchen. He then ended the call then went over to Dean in the office.
"Dean we have a case." Sam said.
"Talk to me." Dean looked up at him.
"Four un-known suicides in one week. People are going up to their loved ones and then killing themselves." Sam told him.
"So what? Demonic possession?" Dean questioned.
"Seems like it." Sam said.
"Can I come?" I asked. Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Look Trish, you were just brought back to life and then the other day you were in heaven." Dean came over to me.
"And you haven't been sleeping. I know." Sam said. I've been fake sleeping for the past few nights.
"Guys, I'm fine. C'mon, I haven't done much hunting- actually I've barely done anything since I came with you guys."
"I rather you get some sleep." Dean told me. Now they are pissing me off.
"I spent weeks training and I don't even get to go on one case? Seriously?" I questioned them.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. They took a few steps away to talk in private. I can hear them slightly. As their voices got slightly louder I could hear what they were saying and Dean just said that he doesn't want to tell me. Sam looked at me.
"Can I talk to you alone?" Sam asked me.
"No, I want Dean to tell me." I said.
Dean looked at me then at Sam. Sam looked at Dean. They started to give each other different facial expressions. Dean rolled his eyes then came over to me. He pulled me outside to the Impala.
"Why can't I come with you guys?" I asked.
"Here." Dean gave me a card. It's a fake ID.
"Twenty-two? I don't look twenty-two." I smiled.
"Yes you do. Now, what I'm gonna do is give you money. Then you going to put something on the makes you look hot. Then I'm gonna drop you off at the nearby bar and your gonna drink."
"I-"
"I don't care what you want to say. You are still a kid. I want you to have a somewhat normal graduated from high school summer." Dean told me.
"Thank you but I'm good." I said.
"Sammy and I, we got pulled into this when we were kids. You are just starting. I want you to talk to a guy, make him like you, then when he wants to take you home, slap him. You're still too young to have sex with strangers. Me on the other hand, that's a different story." I raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm saying that I want you to have some fun and not worry about anything for one night." I looked at the ID then back at him. He was waiting for a response.
"I don't know. This kind of thing isn't me and I rather have someone with me to hint me in the right direction." I told him.
"Um, call Cas." He said.
"Seriously? I would be the one that would be giving Cas hints."
"Perfect then! You two can help each other out tonight. Cas needs a break." Dean smiled.
"Alright fine. This should be fun though." I chuckled.
"Great. Cas, if you can here me, I would like to ask you a-"
"What?" Cas popped up from behind us.
"Tonight you're not an angel. You're going out tonight." Dean said.
"What?" Cas was confused.
"You and Trish need a break." Dean told him. Cas thought for a second.
"Are you trying to get us to 'meet other people' as some would say?" Cas questioned.
"Yes, now, are you going to do it?" Dean asked.
"Trish isn't old enough." Dean grabbed my fake ID and showed it to Cas.
"Now she is." Dean smiled and Cas gave him a disappointed face.

"Have fun." Sam said then Dean drove off.
"I can't believe that Dean got us into doing this." Cas said.
"He can be convincing at times. But I've never seen you dressed like this before. New Cas." I chuckled. He starred me down.
"You at least got to wear your own clothing." Cas and I started to walk in.
"Hey, let's just have some fun, alright?" We walked in.
It was decently full. Cas and I went over to a small empty booth. We sat down. We both know how awkward this feels. Cas was looking around checking for any hazards. He knows one when he sees one.
"There is no harm in this place of what I can tell." He looked at me. He squinted his eyes a little then tilted his head just a little.
"What?" I questioned.
"Do you have a blade on you?" Cas asked quietly.
"Yes, I always have one on me." I told him.
"Can I get you two something to drink?" A waiter asked.
"No thank you." Cas said. I starred at him.
"My friend and I will have a beer." I told him.
"Anything in particular?" He asked.
"Bring us your best German beer." I smiled at him.
"Ok, can I see your ID?" He asked. I pulled out of my pocket my fake ID.
"Here you go." I gave it to him.
"Alright. I'll be back with your beers in a few." He smiled and gave back my ID. He walked away and I put my ID back in my pocket.
"You're not going to get intoxicated are you?" Cas asked.
"No. I'll probably just have one." I told him. I've never really had a drink before.
"I don't get intoxicated." He told me.
"I know. Dean told me. Well, he said if you have a lot, and I really mean a lot, you do."
"Yes, one time I did find a liquor store."
"And?" I questioned.
"I drank it." He said and I started to chuckle.
"Here you go." The waiter came back with two beers.
"Thank you." I smiled. He walked away with a grin. Cas looked at him.
"He finds you attractive." Cas told me.
"He does?" I took a sip of my beer.
"Yes." Cas nodded. I looked to my left and there has been a girl staring at us. She looked away when I looked. I turned back to Cas.
"Cas, behind is a girl that has been staring over here." I told him and he looked behind me.
"She does seem to find me attractive." Cas said.
"Go talk to her." I grinned.
"I don't know what to say." Cas said.
"C'mon, you've gone to bars with Dean. You've had to see Dean do it."
"I have seen him." Cas said. I smiled, "I'll go."
"You go." I smiled. He stood up then sat back down.
"If I go then you have to go talk to him." Cas looked at a guy that was at the bar. He just got here.
"Fine." I said. Cas stood up and left. I was about to get up then a guy sat down.
"Are you with him?" He asked.
"We're just close friends." I smiled.
"Ok good. I'm James." He smiled.
"Trish." I smiled.
"So, what are you doing here?" He asked.
"My friend and I wanted to get out." I told him.
"Wait, no possible way you aren't seeing anyone."
"I'm not." I chuckled.
"Wow, so how old are you? Twenty-five?" He guessed.
"Twenty-two." I lied back with a smile.
"I'm twenty-four. Do you want me to buy you another drink?" He asked.
"No thank you. I'm a light drinker." I told him.
"I've been sober for almost six months now."
"Wow, good for you."
"Thank you. I only started to drink because my dad died. He was the only family I had left."
"I can relate. I don't have much family. My dad died when I was younger. My family now is my friends."
"If you don't mind me asking but how did your father pass?"
"He was in war." I didn't totally lie.
"Sorry my condolences. My father served too. That's how he passed."
"Sorry." I said.
"It's alright. But what do you do for a living?"
"I'm working in an old family business."
"Do you enjoy it?"
"I have my friends around me so I do."
"That's nice." He was now feeling a little awkward.
He went to grab my bottle cap but then he didn't. The cap was made out of silver. Something doesn't seem right about him. I put my hands in my lap and slyly pulled out my blade. He knew.
"Why don't we talk outside." He recommended. We both got up and walked outside. We went to the side ally. I pulled the blade out.
"Ok, tell me. What are you? One of Crowley's demons coming to bring me back to hell?" I asked.
"What if I am?" He grinned.
"Then I guess I'll just have to kill you."
He came after me and he's stronger than other demons. I got him a few times but I was the one that was taking most of the beating. I dropped my blade then he threw me and I hit the side of the building. Son of a bitch that hurt. I looked at my blade and I reached out for it.
"Ah!" I shouted in pain as he stepped on my arm and broke it.
"I think I'll take this." He said. He picked up my blade and looked at it. He then looked at me. I'm holding my arm in pain. He chuckled.
"Hi." Cas popped up from behind him. He turned around. Cas put his hand over his face and killed him.
"Thanks Cas." I said painfully. He helped me up. He put two fingers on my forehead and healed me.
"Of course." Cas said. I grabbed my blade.
"Cas-" I looked at him.
"I know." Cas put his hand on me then we were back at Bobby's.