My Guardian

Golds?

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Dean's Point of View

"Alright, so what are we still doing here?" I ask Sam.

"We need to research, Dean," he replies.

I groan and lean back in my chair. If I research, then I stop researching and think of her.

"Why do you want to go so bad for anyways? I figured you'd be ready for a break by now," Sam says.

"I just like to keep busy, alright?" I growl, standing up to look for my keys. I shuffle through the books spread out in the motel.

"Look, man. I get it that you miss Carmen, so do I. Maybe if you wouldn't try so hard not to think about her, it'd be easier," Sammy drones.

"Yeah, yeah, Sammy. Have you seen my keys?" I ask him while I shuffle my clothes around.

"You could talk about this stuff, you know. The first step to getting over her is accepting she's gone."

I drag a hand over my face. "Dammit, Sam, where are my damn keys?" I ask, too tired to even yell.

"The alcohol won't help, man. And sleeping with all the other girls? It just makes you miss her more. You got to let go, Dean," Sam says with his dumb puppy expression.

"I don't need to! You know why? Because I'm going to get her back. She has to. She has to come back, because I don't know how to do this without her! I'm coping man, so just leave me the hell alone," I tell him, a growl coming up from my throat.

Sam sighs, leaning back in his chair. "Keys are in the bathroom," he gives up, causing me to remember when I had showered earlier and emptied them from my pocket.

I take the keys from the bathroom counter and walked outside, leaning against the door after I close it. "Why is this so hard?" I ask no one in particular.

"Because you lost her. Was losing Sam or any of your other friends any easier?" A deep voice asks. I jump and turn to see Castiel looking rather confused.

Everybody's on my ass today.

I ignore Cas and climb into my car. Maybe Sam was right; the alcohol won't make me get over her, but at least I get to forget for a little while. And I always leave as soon as the chick falls asleep, because if I stay, I'll wake up wishing is was her in my arms.

The bar is pretty empty. I sit on a stool so I can get my drinks faster.

"What'll you have?" A brunette from behind the counter asks me. I put on a painful smirk and try to get lost in her brown eyes. They're nothing compared to her blues.

"Just give me a shot of Jack," I tell her. She nods and walks away to grab the whiskey bottle and a glass. I look around the room but do a double take when I see a head of long blonde hair.

My legs stand up involuntarily and carry me across the room.

"G-golds?" A stumbling voice falls from my lips. The blonde turns around, revealing though beautiful, murky green eyes instead of blue.