Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 14: A Sad Girl Walked Into A Bar...

                 The elevator made a sequence of 'beeps' as it passed each floor until it got to the lobby– the same pattern of a ticking clock. I had already prepared the speech I was going to give Dean in the elevator. I was going over and over all the points I would make and my possible comments to what he would say. I mentally prepared myself for the conversation, and took a breath. I got this.

The elevator doors opened and I stepped out. I made my way to the lobby and looked for the bar. It was a separate room with a card slot so that only people staying at the hotel could have access to it. I slid my card through it and I heard the door unlock. I walked in and stopped after the door closed behind me as I took in the surroundings of the bar in front of me. There was a band playing a series of songs and almost all the tables were taken by a couple or two friends. There was a combination of laugher and voices joining the band's musical tune. I looked over everyone in the room to find the only face I was looking for, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he went to the bathroom.

I decided to walk over to the bar, where fewer people were. I took a seat on one of the stools and leaned against the counter. I turned my head back towards the tables in case I would spot Dean. I looked around the room again, in case I missed him, but I was interrupted by a deep voice behind the counter.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked and I turned my attention back to him. He was cute. He had light blonde hair and green eyes with a light scruffy beard. He was wearing a gray V-neck t-shirt and a black rope necklace with dog tags. His arms were muscular and you would think he was "one of those egotistic guys", but his bright smile told me otherwise. He held himself on the counter and you could see the veins of his arms. Ahh, Eye-candy.

I gave him a smile as I debated with myself whether or not to drink. I thought that I had to be sober to have a conversation with Dean, but then I remembered that he might be stubborn. Ah, fuck it.

"Can I have rum-and-coke, please?" I asked with a smile. The bartender nodded and he made my drink. I turned my head back to the tables to look for Dean, but he was nowhere to be seen, still.

As the bartender made my drink, the ice crashing with the glass, he asked me, "Waiting for someone?" His voice was playful and I turned my head back to him and let out a playful scoff.

"Yeah, my boyfriend," I answered him as he handed me my drink. I took a swig of it, the strong taste making its way down my throat. The bartender crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter. I put the glass down and looked at him.

"I should've known a pretty girl like you wasn't single," he played with a smirk. I let out a chuckle as he stood back up and grabbed a rag to clean the counter with. The military dog tags on his necklace caught my eye.

"Did you serve?" I asked as I nodded to the dog tags. He stopped his movements and took a look at the tags on his necklace.

"Yeah, only one term with my brother," he held up one of the two tags, "he didn't make it." He looked up at me. My heart filled with sorrow.

"I'm sorry," I sympathized, but he shrugged it off.

"Eh, he was an idiot, but he died with honor," he smiled to himself. I let out a chuckle as I remembered my father.

"My dad used to serve when he was younger," I told him as I remembered my father. The happy thoughts came, but once I felt the bad ones coming, I swallowed them down with a sip of my drink.

"Really? Where?" the bartender asked me.

"Vietnam, I think?" I answered as I tried to remember the stories my dad would tell my brother and me.

"Really? That's where I served," he told me. I smiled to him because I didn't have anything else to say.

The bartender extended his hand out to me as he introduced himself, "My name's Luke, by the way." I smiled as I took my arm from their crossed position and shook his hand with a generous smile.

"Catherine."

"Catherine," he repeated to himself. I smiled to give him a 'that's right' look.

"Well, Catherine. What does this boyfriend of yours look like? Maybe I've seen him," he asked me.

"Um, he has dirty blonde hair and really green eyes. I mean, those things are green," I started and Luke chuckled, "and he has a scruffle," I touched my chin as if I had the scruffle, "and he has this really bright smile..."

Luke laughed to himself like I made a joke, but I didn't. "What?" I asked him with a smile as he teased me.

"I meant what he was wearing," he smiled at me. Suddenly I got embarrassed as I said to myself, "Oh."

"Well," I continued as I put a picture of Dean in my mind, "he has this ugly tan flannel on with a black shirt underneath," Luke nodded to himself. He opened his mouth to speak, but I added as I pointed to him, "with jeans." Luke smiled to himself and opened his mouth to speak.

"Yeah, I've seen him. He was all pissy when he ordered his drink," Luke told me. I nodded to myself. Of course he would be.

"That would be because of me," I told Luke as I raised my hand a little. He smiled at me.

"Now what could've you done to piss off a man like that?"

I chuckled to myself as I answered him plainly, "He's upset because my ex wants me back."

"I would too if I were him," Luke commented as I laughed. If only he knew that my ex was a psychopathic killer who literally was from the pits of Hell itself. But that wasn't important. Suddenly a man across the bar banged his glass across the counter to call Luke down to him. Luke rolled his eyes at me and went to fill up the man's drink. I took this as a chance to look for Dean. But he still wasn't there. Maybe he went back up to the room... When Luke came back I decided to ask him a question.

"Did you happen to see where he went? I kinda need to talk to him. It's important."

"No, sorry..." He apologized but I told him it was fine. Suddenly I needed to pee, so I got up.

"Well, I need to go to the bathroom," I took out a twenty dollar bill from my pocket and put it on the counter, "Keep the change, Luke. And thanks for keeping me company."

"Anytime, Catherine."

I walked to the bathroom and went. When I came out of the stall, I looked in the mirror. God, did I look this disgusting all day? As I fixed myself up, I wondered where Dean was. I figured he would be up in the room, so I decided to go there after I finished fixing myself up.

I walked out of the bathroom and just as I was walking towards the door and past a couple fondling over each other, I heard his voice. I stopped in my tracks as I realized where his voice came from. I turned towards the table and my heart broke into a million pieces.

"What about your girlfriend?" the girl asked as she was centimeters from his lips.

"No one needs to know," he whispered with lust in his voice. Just as they were about to kiss, I interrupted.

"Dean?"