Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Fresh Blood (2)

Fresh Blood (2)

Kylie's POV

Loud music caused the vibration to make it's way through my veins, red lights flashing all around me as people grinded on each other. This was how the partakers of the club Spider enjoyed to spend their night. Sweaty and drunk, dancing on strangers in hope of snagging one of them and taking them home for a wild night. I had to admit it was exciting, but I didn't quite fit in compared to the other women around me. They were able to pull off the tight dresses, but I preferred my jeans and tight band t-shirt. The change in scenery sent a few guys my way, all asking if they could me drinks, but I refused.

Despite being split up, I could feel Dean's heavy gaze on me as the men approached me. I turned them down politely, letting them walk away with red faces and their tails between their legs, but I could feel the jealous pull across the room. Glancing up, I made eye contact with the hunter, with a nod towards the door we pushed through the crowd until we met each other.

"Having fun?" He asked over the music, his eyes looking over the features on my face

I gave a shrug, trying not to make eye contact, my eyes  traced the room. "It's not too bad." I admitted. "Change of scenery."

Dean let out a scoff at my words, his eyes rolling slightly to the back of his head. "You hate it here and you know it." He smirked, humor feeling his gaze.

I shifted on my feet awkwardly. "I don't hate it." 

"But you don't like it either." He pointed out, an accomplished look on his face. "You'd rather be parked in the middle of nowhere with a bottle of Jack." He teased, but in all honesty he was right. Sure the club scene could be fun when you needed to let out steam and forget about life eating away at you, but there was nothing quite like drinking on the hood of the car staring at the stars. It was something to do with the comfort of company, to share stories and celebrate life rather than push it away.

"Hey!" Sam's booming voice was heard over the music, his face was twisted in a grimace, the finger of one hand trying to get the ringing out of his ear as he pushed the door open. The three of us walked out, getting away from the loud music and thick air.

I sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. "That was a big, fat waste of time." I complained.

Sam let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head. I couldn't tell if he was upset with me or the wasted forty five minutes we spent in there. "Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here." He ran his lips together and looked up at the building. "I'm telling you, this is the hunting ground."

I let my head fall back on my shoulders, a soft groan coming out of my mouth. "What do we do now?" I questioned.

Sam fell silent, his eyes flickering back and forth as he tried to come up with a plan. 

"Hey." Dean patted both of our shoulders, grabbing our attention to the stumbling young blonde who was clinging to the much older young man.

My eyes zeroed in on her posture and clumsiness, my rage growing when I realized the man was going to take full advantage of the situation. "She's drunk." I growled out. Vampire or not I wasn't going to let a woman who wanted to have a good time get used by some filthy man who thought he could overpower her.

"Hey, calm down. We got it covered." Dean promised, his body tense with anger.

We were quick on our feet moving across the street and into the alley way, at first it was hard to make out the two people, but through the hazy alleyway lights we were able to see the young girl pressed against a wall, she giggled eagerly as the man stood above her with a dropper full of crimson blood.