Sweet Child O' Mine {D. Winchester}

chapter seven

It had been a week since Dean left and the night of what I'm choosing to call as the mistake. I finally got the courage to have a conversation with Sam about it, and we both agreed we were drunk and it didn't mean anything along those lines. It was a mistake nonetheless but I of course didn't exactly say that to him.

Between voicemails and text messages from Dean, my phone never shut up, and even if I wasn't ready to talk to him, I was glad he was keeping to his word to make sure I knew if he was okay. I told Eleanor everyday he loved her as he wished and as pitiful as it is, I would catch myself listening to the voicemails at night to hear his voice.

I needed to put my pride aside and answer the calls, but I was too stubborn.

And Sam, as much as he craved the normal life, if there was a case in town, he took it. He never traveled away for one and as many times as I have told him if he wanted to it was okay, he would just remind me he made me a promise. I stopped pushing it nonetheless.

I know how the hunter urge is. I've had it occasionally since having Eleanor, but unlike them, I can't just go. I have to let my energy out in other ways which was why I had a punching bag. Key word is had. Now I just wake up before either of them and go for a run around the neighborhood.

Today however Sam wanted me to get out of the house. He was trying to convince me that I needed some time for myself to go do something.

"Paisley, I know you've been cooped in the last year, please take this and go," he extended his hand with the (fake) credit card he had and the keys to the car he got his hands on.

I gave in to say the least because he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I have been to various bookstores in search of something to read at night. I picked up The Notebook and some book by Stephen King that sounded interesting. I wasn't sure what else to do and I know Sam would give me some ridiculous look if I came home now, so I went to a nearby bar.

I sat at the bar looking through the newspaper that someone had left behind as I took a sip of my beer and ate a fried pickle. I was mainly looking through it to seem busy so no weird guy would approach me, but as instincts are instincts, I was also curious about any cases nearby.

Of course, my reasoning didn't exactly work anyway.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?"

I rolled my eyes before looking up at my guest. I wasn't exactly dressed for a bar trip. I was in leggings and a t-shirt and my hair was pulled back into a pony tail.

I looked homeless to say the least.

"Well, I was enjoying myself reading this paper and drinking my beer, but you seem to think it was okay to come interrupt it," I snapped back.

"Oh feisty," he winked.

"Oh brother," I rolled my eyes as I looked back to the paper flipping the page.

"What is it, sweetheart? Too good for men?"

"Actually I have .. " I stopped myself as I chewed on my lip. "A boyfriend," I forced out.

"Do you? And where is he?" he gestured to my loneliness.

"He works on the road," I simply shrugged.

I was going to do whatever I could to lie myself out of this guy hitting on me.

"Well then that's perfect, ain't it? He won't have to know," he chuckled.

I grimaced as I took a sip from my beer turning my back on him. My sip turned into the final gulp.

"Please leave me alone. I'm asking nicely."