You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

13. Unwanted Visitors

13. Unwanted Visitors

I got very slim pickings when it came to pool opponents. I only got one other, and that match I did win. I pocketed the money, feeling as though I made out big in a casino tonight. I made my exit after I saw Sam and Lindsey sitting down with dinner in front of them. As much as I wanted to watch over Sam, I also wanted to air out a little.

I stepped out into the brisk August night, inhaling the air. I was very tempted to go back to the motel, but I wanted to wait for Sam. Something about walking back on my own with demons running amuck didn't sound too appealing. I could barely handle my own against one demon. If more came to swarm me, I wouldn't stand a chance.

I began to slowly pace around the perimeter of the bar, letting my thoughts wander. I felt safe as long as I didn't go any further from the pub. I thought back to Dean, wondered how he was doing on his end. I could say the same about Castiel. Surely Dean couldn't be on his own the entire time he and his younger brother have been separated.

I shook my head as I recalled how Dean actually wanted me to tag along with Sam. It was almost like he trusted me, not much, but just enough for him to want me to keep watch over his baby brother. I was doing a pretty decent job, I thought.

After about a half hour of walking lines along the outside of the bar, the door chimed open, and Lindsey came walking out. She waved to me, and I wished I hadn't made eye contact, because she was making her way to me.

"You waiting on Keith?" she asked me.

"Yeah. We sort of have a buddy system of making sure the other doesn't walk back alone." I cursed myself internally. I sounded so stupid right now, almost childish.

"Well, he's cleaning up for the night. I've seen you around quite a bit. Are you stalking him or something?"

"No, no, we're friends," I told her a bit heatedly. "We've known each other since high school. I've just been looking out for him because he's going through a rough time."

"That's sweet of you to do that. You seem like a good friend." She smiled. "Well, I guess I'll see you around."

"See you." Ugh, that was almost painful to do. I should have interrogated her about liking Sam, why she was so interested with him. Well, I guess it wasn't too hard to see why she was interested: he was an attractive guy, and I could say that in a way that didn't make it sound like I liked him like that. I found it hard to believe that Sam didn't have his share of hookups and whatnot lately, with being on the road and everything with Dean.

After Lindsey was far away from the bar, I resumed pacing. I wanted to go back in and help Sam clean up so we could both go and leave, but I didn't. It was out of laziness. Besides, Sam would wave me away and say that he could do the rest of the job on his own like he'd been doing.

I peeked through the door to see Sam wiping down tables now. He looked so...normal in there, like he wasn't on vacation from hunting the supernatural. It was like we both were living normal lives, almost.

Out of nowhere, I was grabbed from behind and pulled away from the doors. I screamed, but it was muffled with a hand over my mouth. I thrashed about but stopped when I felt a blade on my throat. I huffed, my veins alight with fear. Once I was able to settle down and focus, I saw Tim, one of the hunters from earlier, standing in front of me. He looked like he had been through Hell and back. I bet the money in my pocket that he ran into demons, him, Reggie, and Steve.

Speaking of his flanks, who was holding me from behind?

"Hello again, Dakota," Tim crooned. I wriggled against my captor. Tim looked in through the door. "We were going to go after that waitress, but you'll work even better. If you cooperate, we won't have to kill you. Keep her in line." Tim skulked into the bar.