We drove all day and most of the night before finally arriving at a motel in Springfield, Missouri. Dean bought a room for us and we all piled in, barely able to stay awake. It was almost three in the morning. I quickly changed into my favorite t-shirt of Sam's. Dean was already sound asleep on his bed, and Cas was watching tv barely aware of his surroundings. Sam had just finished taking everything but his boxers off, looking directly up at me. I blushed slightly, a small smile appearing on my lips. I tiptoed past the sleeping Dean to the bed I shared with Sam. He moved towards me slowly grabbing around my waist with one arm, pulling me close to him. I looked up at him, slightly alarmed, but soon relaxing. My fingers traced his biceps slowly and gently. Sam backed towards the bed and sat down, my legs straddling his lap. His hands moved up my spine to the back of my neck pulling my face towards his. Our lips crashed into each other craving the other's. The kissing intense to start with, and only getting more passionate by the second. His hands moved from my neck down to my waist and legs, one hand pushing me into him, and the other running up and down my thigh.
"Could you guys quiet down? I can't hear the television. I want to know who guesses the right letters." We stopped abruptly, realizing there was company. I looked into Sam's eyes, biting my lower lip. He sighed and kissed me one last time before I stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed. Both of us crawled under the covers. I laid with my back facing him. He pulled my small body towards him, snaking an arm around my waist. I held his arm close, my left hand resting on top of his. I soon drifted off, comforted by the safety of his touch.
In what felt like minutes I was awoken by a clap of thunder, a large flash of lighting appearing not too soon after. I sat up in the bed, looking around the room. Sam was sprawled across our bed, his face mashed into his pillow. Cas was still laying on the couch watching some game show and getting really into it. Dean on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. I quietly slipped out of the bed, walking past Cas into the kitchenette.
"What time is it?"
"About 5:30. And if you're going to ask where Dean is, he told me about an hour ago he couldn't sleep."
"Well did he say where he was going?"
"He just told me he was going for a walk." I let out a long sigh knowing he probably went looking for a bar or strip club.
"Have you heard from him since he left?" Cas shook his head, still focused on the tv. I grabbed a water bottle from the minifridge and grabbed my sweatpants from my bag.
"I'm going to go find him, don't worry Sam if he wakes up. I'll call you if anything happens." I grabbed one of Sam's jackets and a pair of tennis shoes and walked out the door. The rain was coming down hard and the Impala was gone. I started to head out on foot, hoping the rain would pass over us soon. The street was almost empty, other than a couple cars here and then. Most of the stores and restaurants were closed on the main road of this town. In about twenty minutes I found what looked like to be the only bar in the town.
I crossed the street swiftly, noticing the Impala on the side parking lot. When I walked into the bar, I was hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol. I spotted Dean in a back corner drinking by himself. He looked over at me, but didn't realize I was anyone of importance. I made my way through the maze of tables and sat in a chair next to him at a small round table. I slipped off my jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair.
"Hey there sweet thing. How about I buy you a drink?" He held up his hand, gesturing to one of the waiters to get another beer, but I politely declined when they came to our table.
"Dean, how many drinks have you had?"
"I don't know. I lost count after about five." He took another long sip from the bottle in his hand.
