Lost | Dean Winchester [2]

Chapter 10

Warning - Attempted rape. (It's not too graphic but if you want to avoid it then it occurs after the man comes outside the bar.)

Two weeks after Dean took off, I was sure he'd be back eventually. It'd been three months now and he was still nowhere to be seen. He hadn't even called. "Is he dead?" I asked Sam, making him look up from his laptop.

"No."

"Well where the hell is he then?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, passed out in some bar I guess?"

"Why wouldn't he call?"

"I don't know."

"Are you giving up on him?"

"You really think that?" Sam said, standing up and walking towards me. "He's my brother, I'll never give up on him."

"Do you think...do you think he's given up on you?"

"Look, I dunno, maybe he has. But I won't stop looking for him, and you shouldn't either."

I shook my head. "Wasn't planning on it."

***

"You want another?"

I looked up from my empty glass just as the bartender curled his fingers around it. I sighed, nodding as he took the glass and poured me another whiskey, gracefully sliding it back to me.

"You alright?"

I took a quick swig of my drink before flashing him an unconvincing smile. "Peachy."

"Boyfriend trouble?"

"Yeah, let's go with that."

The bartender just smiled at me. "Complicated huh?"

I sighed. "Yeah."

"What's your name?"

"Faye." I don't know why I lied. Or maybe I did. Because since I ran away with Dean, I haven't been able to trust anybody. It felt like there was a threat around every corner and the only people I could trust were the Winchesters.

"Cute name."

"Uh, thanks."

"I'm Alex."

"Cute name." I echoed, taking another drink from my glass.

"I get the feeling you don't wanna talk."

"No, I do, it's just...I've got a lot on my mind right now. My...friend, is missing and he's been missing for the past three months." I let out a humourless laugh. "If I'm being honest, I was kinda hoping I might run into him here."

"Does he come here a lot? I might've seen him."

"I...don't know. I just know he's a borderline alcoholic so I thought he'd be at a bar somewhere."

"Good thinking."

"Yeah I don't know about that. He's not here, is he. In fact, I'm probably so far off. Knowing him, he'll be passed out on a sidewalk somewhere."

"God, he sounds like a piece of work."

"He is, but he saved my life so."

"It sounds like you really like this guy."

I shrugged. "I dunno."

"Well I hope you find him."

***

My head was pounding when I finally left the bar. I realised after the first hour that Dean obviously wasn't going to show up. And if I'm being honest, the only reason I even stayed so long was to forget the reason I was there in the first place. It didn't work. Dean was still gone and I was still alone. Except now, the only difference was that Dean was gone and I was alone and drunk, and in the middle of a dark alleyway. There was no way I was gonna get back to the hotel like this so I took my phone out and dialed Sam's number.

I listened to the phone ring until I heard the back door open behind me. "Hey baby."

Turning around, I saw a man slowly approaching me through the dark, a smug grin on his face. I just shook my head before turning back to my phone. "Not interested."

"You sure?" He pressed, coming closer.

"Positive." I assured him, looking back to give him one last glance before turning to walk towards the street.

But before I could even make it five steps, I felt a hand wrap around my arm. "Where'd you think you're going?"

"Home, now leave me the hell alone."

"Come on, have some fun."

"Get off me!" I scoffed, trying to pull my arm free. But it was no use as all he did was grip me harder, pulling me back and pushing me against the cold stone wall. I continued to try to fight him off. "Stop!"

Before I could yell out again, he clamped his hand over my mouth and began pulling at my shirt. "Just shut up. It's just a bit of fun."

I continued to smack at his chest until I felt his other hand inside my jeans. That was when I knew I wasn't going to escape this. But just when I'd decided it was too late, someone pulled the guy off me and within seconds, he was on the ground beating the crap out of him.

My head was still spinning and I still hadn't fully grasped what had just happened but when I saw the other man's jacket, my heart dropped. "Dean?"