ONSRA [MALEOC]

[CHAPTER 14]

SEASON 3, EP. 4

Sin City Pt. 2

"How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble."

Beau shrugged and took his beer off the bar, letting out a scoff, "assuming he's not dead yet, probably a couple more hundred times."

Dean looked at Beau, who in turn gave him a 'what' look.

"Dean, you're assuming he's missing or dead. I mean, maybe he just bailed."

Dean denied, "he's a moron, I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to go find him."

Sam nodded, "all right. Meanwhile, I think I'm going to trail this Trotter guy."

"Yea?"

"Yea. I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night," Sam looked at Beau, "how about you?"

Beau looked at the two brothers, his eyes going back and forth between the two running through his options. "I think i'm going to help Dean."

Dean looked at him, somewhat surprised. Sam nodded at Beau before him, and Dean got up. Sam looked at the two, "maybe there is something going on here."

Beau nodded, "maybe."

-

Dean and Beau were asking around the bar if anyone had seen Richie. The two agreed one would take half the bar while the other handled the other half, but Beau was a little distracted watching Dean flirt with the bartender, so he hadn't really asked anyone any questions but when he did ask people if they had seen Richie, the answer was always no.

Beau stopped in front of a table, each chair filled out. Two men and one woman.

Beau stopped in front of their table, standing there with an awkward but nice smile, "sorry for interrupting, but i'm looking for my friend and just want to know if you've seen him, " Beau looked at the small group, "he's shorter, wearing an orange shirt, kind of annoying..."

The woman at the table perked up, "wait a minute, did he sort of have an accent?" Beau nodded, "yea I saw him, we talked earlier, before you guys showed up, but then I saw him walk out with a girl not too long after."

Beau pretended to be relieved, "thank you, thank you so much."

The woman gave him a small smile before Beau turned back towards the bar. Only to see Dean gone.

Marching his way back to the seat, Dean was sitting in only to find nothing. He looked around, trying to find him, only to come up empty-handed when he saw no sign of him. Pulling out his phone, he searched for Dean's contact, clicking on it.

Only to go to voice-mail.

"God dammit."

-

Meanwhile, Dean was stuck in a basement with the bartender, who turned out to be a demon. He was lighting candles, examining the rock fall that had gotten him and the demon trapped together.

"Lose something?"

Dean laughed, "all you demons have such smart mouths."