Hayden & Dean (The Sequel) - A Tethered Love

Chapter 12: A Bar Meeting

We get to New Orleans and find a dingy motel down the block from the hotel Rowena is staying in. Although we know about her, who knows if she knows about us, and we don't want to tip her off if she does. It's late by the time we get there, and I'm exhausted. Sam and Dean stay up to research more things and I crash. When I wake up, Dean is already awake and waiting for me is a cup of coffee "morning beautiful" he smiles when I sit up stretching.

"Hi" I smile back. "How much sleep you get?" I ask him. I've been trying to get him to sleep more, worried about how his sleep schedule effects him. It's the usual answer of 3-4 hours and I nod giving a disapproving glare. He doesn't take offense though and stands out of the chair and goes to the door

"I'll go make sure Sammy is ready to go and then we should get this thing started." he explains before leaving. After the door shuts, I make my way to bathroom and wash off the sleeplessness i'm feeling. I put on a little bit of make-up and change for the adventure ahead.

When I'm ready, I grab the coffee and go outside to wait for them. "Took long enough" Dean winks at me when I get over to the car. Sam opens the passenger side door and hunches over awkwardly to get into the back seat.

"I was in there for like, 20 minutes!" I tease back as I get in, putting the seat back into the position.

Dean chuckles "well you look beautiful" he leans over and kisses me on the cheek before starting the engine.

"Whatever" I continue to tease as we drive towards the hotel "and where's Cas?" I ask them as we get closer.

Sam responds "he's meeting us there, had something come up with heaven or something"

"huh?" I turn my head over my shoulder looking at him "that can't be good. Does it have something to do with Lucifer?" I ask, remembering that he is still trying to make his way back up there.

He shrugs one shoulder back with a side lipped grin "didn't say. Guess it could be."

"Alright. She's supposedly checked in on the 20th floor, so request a room on that floor. Just stay put and we'll meet you inside shortly" Dean reminds me of what my part of the plan is before exiting the car and walking towards the lobby "be careful!" He calls out to me anxiously.

"Of course" I say back with a wave. I don't hear the impala pull away until I am at the front doors and when I get inside I'm amazing by how beautiful it is. My eyes are drawn directly to the gorgeous chandelier hanging in the center of the lobby and I can tell it's a classic piece that has been here since it opened. I walk slowly to the counter, admiring the vintage furniture that's placed through out the space. "Hi. Checking in" I smile to the man behind the counter with fair skin and freckles.

He smiles back to me "Welcome to Saint Laurent's Ma'm. What is the reservation under?" His accent sounds Irish.

"Monroe" I say back, booking it under my actual real last name.

He types at the screen a few more moments before readdressing me "Ah, yes. Here you are Mrs. Monroe, and will you have any other guests with you this trip?" He asks. I wasn't expecting the question and am thrown by it. I don't know if I should be seen as being alone or not.

I hesitate, and his eyes crunch together waiting for an answer "No!" I spit out "Wait, yes!" I fix it "my.. my husband will be joining me later on" I divulge more than I probably should have.

"Alright. I'll give you an extra key then" he taps a few things into his screen before pulling out an extra key and swiping it for access.

I smile as he hands it over "thank you" I say before going to turn and leave.

"Ma'm" he calls back. I stop and look at him sweetly "would you like our concierge to take your bags up? You can stop at our bar for a complimentary drink." He nods behind me and a skinny younger male walks next to me.

"Sure" I say back, not sure what to do. I hand him my bag and the man behind the desk nods and hands me a card to give to the bartender. I nod again, and walk towards the bar. You have to pass the elevator before going to the bar and when I do, I notice the concierge holding the door open as a woman with red hair leaves. She passes by in front of me and I quicken my pace to see if it's her. She walks as if she's floating and sits at the bar top. I also take a seat a few down from her and wait for her head to turn. It's not soon after I take a seat that she tilts her head towards the handsome bartender and orders a neat martini. My heart palpitates inside my chest. I can't decide if it's from shock, excitement, or fear but I don't have time to process it as the bartender is now in front of me, making her drink, and asking what I would like. Startled I stutter out "oh, s..same as her." I smile awkwardly at him but my eyes glance back over to my right.

She eyes me curiously but quickly puts a smile on her ruby red lips and slides over 2 seats as if she was hovering "Nice choice" she says, in an Irish/Scottish accident much like Crowley's, only thicker. I smirk back, nervous to actually say anything and the bartender passes us our drinks. I take a sip of mine but she finishes her glass and motions for another "two please" she says to him and he nods taking her glass away.

"Oh, thank you." I return, not wanting to reject it, taking another sip of the drink to seem occupied.

"I'm Rowena" she says putting her hand out in front of me. I put the drink down neatly on the napkin and accept her hand.

We shake only for a moment "Hayden" I say back. "Rowena, what a unique name" I say trying to make small talk and not be awkward.

"It is. What brings you to town? Business.. or pleasure?" She asks with a devious smile.

"Pleasure" I spit quickly, not sure why that's the one I chose. Her eyebrow cocks instantly wanting more details "well, my husband and I never really got a honeymoon. So we figured why not New Orleans. It's young and fun" I make up a lie I think is believable on the spot.

She looks around the room for someone and returns her attention to me "well, where is this husband of yours?" She asks.

"Oh, he's getting refreshments and what not" I turn my head as if I'm blushing.

"ahh.." she sighs understandingly. "Well don't stay here talking to me then deary, go get dolled up for your man and have some fun!" she waves her hand at me with a wink and shoo's me away with my drink in hand.

I smile back at her and leave, taking the excuse and I make it to the elevator. I push the button once, reminding myself to stay calm, while deep down inside I want to push it a thousand times until it arrives to the main floor. It pings open, 2 people leave and I get inside. I push my floor and wait for the doors to close. As soon as they do, I dial Dean.