Abducted: Part Three | SPN | Dean x Reader

Chapter 21: A Lazy Morning

November 2010

"Alright ladies, my shout," Charles said, slightly exaggerating his use of the slang word with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. "What're you having?"

"Glass of Chardy," Jaz said without an ounce of embarrassment or hesitation. She'd been grilling Charles throughout the entire walk to the pub and you couldn't see her stopping anytime soon. Not that you blamed her so much. The final hours of work that day had been rather shitty for her due to the office grapevine having caught on to her words about Nicole and the baby.

Your entire working floor had a way of misconstruing things and Jaz was now dealing with HR because of it. While you could somewhat see their point and had even gone so far as to warn Jaz to be a little bit more careful about her opinions, you also felt she hadn't said anything offensive enough to warrant their involvement.

While you gave her a look and she acknowledged it right back with a hook in the upper corner of her lip, you let it go and turned to Charles instead. "I'll come up with you."

His beady eyes extended the grin plastered on his face and he raised his brows in recognition. "Okay then, let's go." And he performed a little, 'after you' gesture in the direction of the bar. "You don't trust me enough to not drug your drinks yet huh?" he chuckled as he took a few larger steps to catch up after you.

"What?!" You gave yourself a little whiplash in the neck. "No... I uh... That's not it..."Honestly though, it was partially for that reason but also because you wanted to apologise about Jaz's behaviour.

"Relax. I was joking!" he said cheerily. "Though Jaz is definitely a little too trusting of me don't you think?"

You snorted loudly at that which brought you both into a fit of laughter. "I'm sorry about her. She's just wanting what's best for me, that's all."

"Is she your mom?"

Huh, his American accent was prominent again. "No, no. It's not like that. She means well... She's just had a bad day and is taking it out on you a little bit. You're an easy target apparently..."

"Cause I'm a yank?"

"No. She wouldn't care if you were from Mars, but she's, well she's just not trusting because of our history."

"We have a history?" he chided.

"Try the lack of it. You know, the primary school thing..." you said as you stepped up to the bar to lean on it. Big mistake. Your arms were now sticky and while it hurt to pull them off of the lacquer and beer-covered wood you kept a straight face so as not to cause a fuss. "She's sceptical about you moving back from Idaho and looking me up the way you did."

Charles grinned at you again. "I am too! I'm not from Idaho. Never been there. I was in Ohio... Kripke's Hollow." he reminded you with a nod and a wink as the barman came up to take your orders. "Glass of Chardonnay. Do you have Heineken?..." The barman nodded. "Right a Heineken and..."

Charles pointed his finger at you and both men turned to you expectantly. You quickly scanned the beer offerings on tap, deciding on a bottle of premix instead. "I'll have a Smirnoff Black please." You were going to need something more than beer to get you through the evening and it wouldn't be appropriate to down a couple of shots, at least not now. You'd sneak back to the bar later to do that if need be. Who were you kidding, you'd be drinking heavily by the end of the night. Even if it meant you had to be hungover at work the next day.