Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean POV×

Sam was upset with me and I didn't know how to fix it.

Basically, Angie had been right: How I acted had been dumb and reckless but I couldn't ignore her reaction: She would've almost drowned along with me.

To fight against the instinct to go back to the surface, that took so much mental strength and I just couldn't figure out why she had so much willpower for a practical stranger.
Or maybe she felt something.
Just some hint, a shadow of what we once were.

"You should've known better.", Sam argued again, forcing me out of my speculations.

"I'm sorry.", I said automatically.

"No, you're not. You'd jump again if she did. This is the oldest metaphor ever. If your friends jumped off a cliff-"

"Shut it, Sammy. I'd do the same for you."
I looked up to see a hurt expression on his face.
Immediately, I felt even worse. Even if I didn't mean it like that, this reminded my brother that I went to literal hell in order to save him.

"I'm sorry that you had to worry about me.", I repeated, really meaning it this time.

"Just don't do it again.", he sighed.
We were already in our beds - the one seasick man luckily transfered to another room.
Sam's janitor shift was over and my bar closed at 3 a.m. Only the 'allnight' club ob board was open until 4.

I tried to subtly look at the time.
On our way back to our cabin I knocked at Angie's door to try and speak with her again but she wasn't there yet. Either she slept at someplace else to avoid us or she had been staying at said club.

I should check up on her but I didn't want to destroy the piece Sam and I just made.

"For the love of God Dean, just go and don't be too pushy.", my brother snarled.
Did he knew what I was up to just by looking at me?

Fuck, I should work on my pokerface. I told him I'd be back and walked to the elevators. I went up two stops, then two people stumbled in.

It took me a few seconds to realize that they were Keza and Angie. They clung onto each other as if their life depended on it, although I wasn't sure if they held each other up or dragged the other one down.

"I don't wanna keep puuuuking.", Keza slurred and Angie mumbled something inaudible, hicksing and giggling at the same time.

Oh my God.
There were hard challenges in this world and then there were drunk girls: Even worse.

If I wasn't worried, I would've fled this damn elevator.

Angie's blonde hair was messily hanging in her face, hiding it like a curtain. She wasn't wearing the red dress from before. Instead she had changed into a black one and put on some matching high heels in which she swayed as if the ship was moving worse than it was.

"Ohmygod.", Keza gasped as she stared up at me. "Liaaaa, it's Mr. Handsome." She unceremoniously grabbed Angie's cheeks, turning her head to look at me. Angie's face got a little squished and she seemed even drunker.

I guessed there were worse nicknames than being called handsome but this whole situation just really got on my nerves.

Angie didn't even register anything her friend just told her, she just seemed to slide out of her hold and leaned against the elevator wall.