Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean×

Like most times, I wasn't sure how we got into this situation. Cas was violently throwing back shots with Keza and Angie. They were seated around the table in the corner with Jo; only Ellen and Bobby stood right next to them, while Sam and I sat on a couch a few meters away. I automatically looked over when I heard heavy protesting in unison.

"No, no, no. Stop!" Jo laughed, throwing her head back.

"Cas, you don't suck on the shot. Just let it flow into your mouth. Capiche?" Keza explained, showing him how it was done correctly. He observed her like his life depended on being able to mirror her exact movements a few seconds later.

"I capiche," he answered seriously, his face a study of sincerity. He went in for a second try and actually managed to look a little less ridiculous.

Then there was Angie.

She behaved even more strangely than usual. She might have tried very hard, but I knew her too well, knew what emotions she tried to mask: She was fidgety, indecisive. Angie came over every few minutes as if she might want to say something to me, then just stared, came up with some kind of bullshit excuse, and left again.

She didn't tell us why she met with Justin either, and I was simply too afraid to press on it. What if, after all, they got back together?

I should've come clean a long time ago. I should just fucking tell her, but I was afraid. She laughed at one of Keza's jokes—really laughed, her whole body shaking—and yes, her reaction clearly had to do with all the alcohol involved, but it was beautiful. Jo and Keza were happy too; they were pretty too and all that, but I couldn't even look at them. The desire to march across the room and kiss Angie was almost crippling.

It was an impulse that was always there, buried behind my ribcage where I could feel it rattle every time I breathed, begging to be let out. It was torture, but the alternative was worse: I preferred to have a bit of her than not have her at all. And that was the thought that paralyzed me, that kept me terrified. I thought about how it would go if I told her. How her huge brown eyes would look when she discovered how much of a liar I was.

Then there was Sam. He kept arguing that he didn't trust Crowley, to which I responded that it was about damn time he had trust issues regarding a demon. He didn't take the joke too well.

"Sam Winchester having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never," I commented, earning one of those sassy looks from him.

"Yeah, well, thank you again for your continued support."

"You're welcome," I said, holding out my beer so he could clink it. He gave in and chuckled. I guess he wasn't as sober as I thought he was. Suddenly, I wanted to verify all this again, just one more time before we were all so drunk that we couldn't think about this from a logical point of view anymore.

"You know, trap or no trap, if we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?" I asked, uncomfortably shifting my weight on the sofa. It was a shitty, old one. Someone had been sitting in exactly my place for way too long; it was worn out.

Sam hesitated. "Yeah, I suppose."

So he wasn't convinced yet. Alright, I could work with that. I had planned to share this with him tomorrow, but Justin had actually contacted me to let me know about new Revelation omens. "Besides, I'm not sure that it is a trap. Check it out," I told him, holding out the papers that I printed out. "I mean, that town is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this. There've been six missing persons reported in town since Sunday. I think the devil is already there."