Rewrite Of Supernatural Series: Season 1.

Shadow - Part 2.

I was flirting with the bartender, trying to pay attention to what she was saying but my eyes kept snapping back to Y/N across the room. Mr. I-am-going-to-murder-him-in-the-back-alley-in-five-minutes was getting too handsy with my girlfriend, and he was one touch away from getting his hand snipped off with the machete I was itching to get my hands on in the trunk of my car. His head too if I'm feeling too pissy.

'Um, Josh?' the girl on the other side of the counter called my fake alias. I glanced at her, feeling the color rush to my cheeks.

'I'm sorry, what?'

The beautiful Puerto Rican rolled her eyes, throwing the cloth she had been wiping down the tables with on my face and walking away while mumbling curses in Spanish. A language Y/N would definitely understand, she'd also probably make fun of me by translating what that girl was saying.

Fuck, crossed my mind. This was the fifth girl I couldn't get my game right with. Five girls I couldn't flirt with - what is she doing to me? - whined my inside boyfriend.

The ego of the player in me wasn't as hurt as the boyfriend in me was jealous.

This was pathetic, really. Ridiculous, absolutely.

Why'd I have to go and make a bet with her? Even after I knew I'd crack first.

I looked back at her again, and her head fell back in a laugh at something the guy said. A growl ripped deep from my chest; I should be the one making her laugh like that, I should be the one having the time of my life talking to her, I should be the one to see her eyes twinkle and dance with mirth. She's my fucking girlfriend!

'Screw this.' I left the barstool, having had enough of this tonight. She's fucking mine, and I'll be damned if I let another guy flirt with her.

Just as the tall, dark, and handsome was about to slip his arm around her shoulder - for which he had been inching towards her for the last three minutes - I wedged myself in between them: 'Oh, no, you don't!'

'What the hell, man?' the guy in front of me asked, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

'Stop flirting with my girlfriend,' I blurted out, 'stop touching her, stop talking to her. Hell, stop looking at her!'

'Dude, she can't be your girlfriend,' he calmly explained. 'She's been talking me up for the last fifteen minutes.'

'Yeah, you and twenty-seven other guys for the past four hours - what's your point?' I shot back, annoyed. Not that I'm keeping count.

And then, he had the audacity to look over my shoulder and ask Y/N, 'Do you know this guy?'

As if it wasn't enough that he was taller than me by a couple of inches, he also seemed well-built, and now he had to talk to her again - in front of me; it made me want to punch him in the face. He was probably charming if he made her laugh, and had a nice job. He could keep her happy, give her a life I never could.

Just the fact that I was raging with jealousy and insecurity on the inside gave him an upper hand.

Not that I thought Y/N'd cheat – she was extremely loyal, she wouldn't. But what if she actually liked him?

She was a catch, what if . . . ?

'Yes,' her angelic voice said from behind me, and I relaxed slightly. She should tell him to jerk off before I ruin his pretty face. 'He's a friend. He gets protective of me when I'm talking to guys.'

Now I didn't know who I was more pissed at.

Scoffing, I turned to face Y/N who had a smug, mischievous smile that made me narrow my eyes. Without a word, I knew what she was asking of me. 'Alright!' I threw my hands in the air, 'I fold, okay? You win. That's what you wanted to hear? You win the bet! I swear, you court another man, and I'll blow my freaking brains out!'