Supernatural : The Forgotten One

Chapter - 40 - Eves POV

I stormed out of the motel room and into the cold night air. I knew that once Dean calmed down he would come to look for me so I decided to go to the only place he would not look for me. The bar that I almost just got shot at.

I was so angry with him that I did not care that everyone in that bar probably wanted to kill me, I just wanted to be away from him. Who was he to tell me what was too much or not? I could not believe he was calling me crazy after all the weird shit we have done in our lives. And I currently don't need him telling me how to stay alive. I have managed the last few years fine without him.

I was never in any danger, the only one in danger was the guy with the gun pointed to my head. If he had pulled that trigger he would have had the shock of the life time. Like I was really going to let him shoot me.

I approached the front door to the bar and was stopped by the bouncer.

"No way in hell I am letting you back in there." He said to me as he blocked my way.

I reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Move." I told him anger hissing through my voice.

His expression changed as his mind became almost completely blank and he stepped to the side letting me pass.

I walked inside and it did not take long for everyone to notice me. Everyone seemed to be staring at me but no one said a word. I looked over to the far corner and could see the guys I had got into a fight with before.

I walked over to the bar and people seemed to part as I passed them. I could not help but smile at the fact that everyone was so scared of me they did not even want to risk getting in my way. When I reached the bar I sat down and the women sitting next to me actually got up and walked away.

"I'll have a beer." I told the bartender.

"I won't serve you a single drink." He said to me, obviously annoyed that I had come back.

Like hell, he won't.

I reached over the counter and reached out and grabbed his wrist. He tried to pull away from me but I did not let go.

"You will give me all the drinks I want and they will all be on the house." I said to him.

He became still and then I let him go. He turned away from me and when he came back he had a beer in his hand.

"Thank you." I said to him as he handed me the deer.

I spun around in my stool as I drank the beer and looked at the people in the bar. Most of them sat at their tables not sure what to do. Some were walking out.

"Another." I said as I placed my empty bottle down on the counter.

The bartender did not say anything but I did not expect him to. He just handed me a beer and went back to serving the other people.

As I looked around I knew there was no way I was going to have any fun tonight but I would successfully drown my sorrows.

I quickly chugged down my drink.

"Another." I said to him again not wanting to wait for my next drink.