Torturous Affairs

Chapter Fifteen

* I hope this isn't too bad of a chapter. I'm honestly afraid to let you guys down.*

Dean sat on a rocking chair, moving back and forth. He could hear Castiel and Amelia speaking inside about their children and cooking recipes. Samuel was playing with Thomas in a separate room.

Dean's mind was racing. He didn't know how to fix this mess he has made, but at the same time he's tempted to return to his old ways. He thought of the love he had for Castiel and Alfie and it beat the urge to kill, always. But he dug so far deep into that life, he can't stop. Even if he tried. A killer or murderer doesn't just stop that way of life. Sure, they can be contained in jail and later death, but no. Especially when you're as good as The Demon, it will never end.

He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging, pulling, and scratching. He gritted his teeth together. He felt the urge to kill. He couldn't stop, though. As soon as he got home he had to... He stood up to walk inside, slamming the door open and against the wall.

Amelia stood in horror and Castiel gingerly walked towards him. He questioned, "Are you okay, my love?"

Dean nodded, "Yes. I think I might take a powder to go to the bar and have a drink or two. Alone. I think work's getting to me."

Castiel reached out a hand and Dean took it, giving it a little squeeze as he walked away. A gesture to let Castiel know he was okay. Although, he wasn't in his right mind.

Dean left the house and drove. He drove right past all the bars and taverns. He had one location in mind. Lawrence, Kansas where he would find a victim. It was a fifty minute drive. He was in a hurry.

His eyes were glued on the road. He had a mission. There was no stopping him. He could feel the blood pull throughout his entire body. His heart beat echoing everywhere. He could feel it. He could hear it. At that moment, he wished he had some whiskey. Anything to make this feeling go away.

His hands clenched the steering wheel tighter. As if the car would go faster by the amount of strength he squeezed the steering wheel with.

Soon enough he was back in Lawrence, Kansas, but barely. He didn't want anyone to have seen him step foot inside the town at all. As far as anyone knew he was still out of town. He stopped at a gas station and parked in the back. Dean walked around to the trunk of the car and opened a hidden compartment. A clean, sharpened knife was exposed with a pair of black leather gloves. He tucked it away inside of his blazer and tugged on the gloves. Dean then proceeded to lean against the wall, waiting for a worker to come out for their smoke break.

Soon enough, a woman walked out, but she wasn't a worker. She smiled at Dean and continued to reapply lipstick on her already red lips. She then turned to Dean and spoke, "What's a handsome man like you doing out here?"

Dean wasn't in the mood for talking. He just continued to stare at her. She chuckled a little, "A little mysterious, huh? Is that how you play? It looks good on you."

She moved closer to him so their arms were brushing against each other. She looked up at him and she brought her hand to his cheek. She voiced, "I've never seen a more handsome man. Would you like to come back to my place?"

She pressed her body against his and kissed him. Dean's hand brushed against her breasts as he reached for his knife. She giggled, "Woah there, that can wait until we get home."

Part of Dean's adrenaline made him want to say yes, to even have sex with her on the spot inside his car. He snapped out of it immediately and tipped her back. She puckered for a kiss, but he slit her throat and let her fall to the ground. A killer's tactic of not getting blood on his suit. No finger prints. No trace. He stabbed her an extra time in the heart, just for himself.

He put the still bloody knife inside the trunk's compartment along with the gloves and closed it. He quickly looked around. He seemed safe, no one in sight with trees surrounding the back of the gas station. He was satisfied with himself. So unbelievably happy. He quickly started driving back to Kansas City.

He took a deep breath, feeling like he could finally breathe again. He immediately got a whiff of the woman's perfume. He mumbled to himself, cussing.

As soon as he arrived back into the city, he walked into a tavern and ordered a scotch. He drank about half of it and "accidentally" poured the rest on himself. The bartender witnessed Dean do this and quickly asked, "Sir, do you need a towel or something to clean that up?"

Dean shook his head, "One more scotch would be nice though."

The bartender poured him one and slid it to him across the bar. Dean caught it and downed it in one gulp. He then left and made his way back to Samuel's home. Castiel was sitting on the porch talking with Samuel and Amelia. He looked worried. Dean sort of stumbled out of his car to play it off. Castiel stood up with haste and questioned, "Are you okay?! Where have you been? It's been over two hours!"

Dean lied, "Sorry I had some trouble at the tavern. Some girl tripped and fell on me and I went to help her up, but then her husband of sorts started yelling at me for touching his dame and threw a drink at me. Then, of course with my luck a police officer was in there and saw a problem and tried dealing with it. He thought it was worse than what it was."

Castiel shook his head, "Some people."

Samuel asked, "What tavern was it? I can talk to the guys. Might even get you a free drink."

Dean scratched the back of his head, "You know what, I actually don't remember. I'm not even sure I looked up at the sign. There's just so many bars in town."

Samuel nodded in agreement, "Well, you're just in time for dinner. Castiel and Amelia cooked up something and might I say it smells delicious!"

Dean smiled and walked up the steps. He gave Cas a kiss. As they pulled away, Cas asked while touching his own lips, "Was that lipstick on your lips?"

Dean immediately wiped his lips with the back of his hand and checked if anything came off onto it. He shrugged and continued to play the lie off, "I guess when she fell some of her lipstick rubbed onto my face. Maybe that's why the man got so angry, seeing this on my face."

He took Castiel's hand, "I promise it's nothing."

Castiel nodded and kissed Dean's cheek. He really wanted to believe Dean, but yet he just wasn't sure if he could. Dean was a great liar, but not when it came to lying to Castiel.