The Demon's Girl

Chapter 9

Dean's p.o.v

That night, Sam and I were back at the hotel, reviewing the files Alex stored in his secret lair and some photos we took. "This guy got some major issues," I muttered, tossing the file onto the bed. Sam looked at me with confusion. "This doesn't make any sense," he said. "Why would Alex do something like this?"

"More importantly, what does Kim have to do with it?" I added. 

Sam walked over to his bed and stared at the photos in his hands. "What if Alex had some sort of connection to the demon we're after?" Sam questioned me. "Think about it for a sec. The demon's killing guys that are really close to Kim, and Alex was targeting Kim next on his hit list. There has to be something there."

I picked up another file and flipped through it, when a photo fell out. I picked it up and saw that is was a picture of Kim dressed in a red skimpy lingerie. I took a deep breath and bit my lip, trying to control the boner forming in my pants. I flipped it over, reading the note written on it. "Sam, look at this," I said, handing them the picture. "Yes, Dean. We all know about your not-much-of-a-secret crush on Kim Paisley," he teased.

"Flip it over, bitch," I snapped.

He chuckled and read the note. "'Kimberly Amethyst Paisley. Died September 31, 2015'? Wasn't that the day Alex died?" Sam asked. I nodded and took the picture out of his hands. "Kim said Alex drove them to the woods. He must have wanted to drove her there so he could kill her," I explained.

"But the demon killed him instead," Sam added.

"The sooner we find the demon, the better," I said. We remained quiet for a while, until the door opened. I turned around and saw Cas standing behind. "Hey," I said. He ignored me and walked to the bathroom. "Sam, a minute?" I whispered.

Sam nodded and walked out of the motel room. "You can't ignore me forever, Cas," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "Can't we just talk about this?" Cas removed his trench coat and looked at me. "Why don't you go speak to Miss Paisley. I'm sure you love to hear her talk while she's flashing her breasts at you," he snapped, pushing me away.

"Cas, it's just a crush! Get over it! Everyone gets them! It's a faze everyone goes through!" I shouted at him.

"No, Dean! I won't 'get over it'," Cas argued. "You fawning over a women and fantasizing about having sexual intercourse with her while you're in a relationship with me!"

"I never said I wanted to have sex with her!" 

"You didn't have to, Dean!"

I groaned and threw my hand in the air. "You weren't complaining when you had a crush on me," I pointed out. "That was completely different. I fell in love with you and only you. I never dreamed of other men. Unlike you, who spends time browsing through porn magazine and photographs of a naked women!"

Cas walked up to me and stared me deep in the eye. "I need to know the truth, Dean. Do you love me, or am I just a faze?" he demanded. I glared at him for a long time, not saying anything. I finally turned around and grabbed my jacket, then stormed out.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked me.

"Out. Don't wait up for me," I said. I walked down the streets for a while and entered a bar. I sat down at an abandoned stool and huffed under my breath. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked me. "Just give me a Jack Daniels," I said. He nodded and handed me a bottle of Jack Daniels. I popped open the bottle and chugged it down, the drink sliding down my throat. "Three more," I ordered. The bartender nodded and handed me three more beer bottles. I opened another one and took a sip, when I saw a woman staring intently at me. She had dark brown hair that faded into a light brown at the bottom and brown eyes. She wore a strapless white crop tube top, a matching skirt, and white heels. She stared at me with a seductive smirk, her eyes looking up and down at me. I watched her for the longest time, our eyes locked together. She stared back at me, sipping on a margarita. After a while, she got out of her seat and walked over to me.