Control - Dean Winchester [1]

08 ; Pesky Strangers & Privy Conversations

Short Chapter, I know. And this chapter starts on episode 8- Bugs :(

            Dean Winchester hadn't failed to acknowledge the onyx-haired Guardian's potential in pick-pocketing drunk bikers. Odessa's crimson-coated nails glistened as her fingers swiftly wriggled through the loose pockets of intoxicated elders. Her movements were rapid as she efficiently dodged the abrupt actions from the stumbling bikers. Dean continued to gaze at the young warrior with admiration whirling through his verdant iris'. He couldn't fathom how Odessa managed amble through the crowds stealthily with six-inch heels. Peering over her shoulder, Odessa stared at where Dean perched himself besides those he'd been competing with. Flustered, Dean rapidly pivoted to face the opposite direction with cheeks flaring. 

            "That your girl," A gruff voice questioned as Dean mentally scolded himself for allowing his attention to be piqued by the beautiful woman. Furrowing his brows, he craned his neck to face the man. "The one at the bar? One with tattoos?" Unsure of who the stranger was speaking of, Dean turned to check the bar. There'd been plenty of men and women sat alongside the countertop, yet none of the women could possibly compare to Odessa's beauty. She lounged beside one of the several men with her elbows settled atop the counter with her glittering grin expressed as she spoke with the male bartender. Dean returned his attention to man as a perplexing sensation bubbled in his stomach.

            With indicative gloom, Dean brought his beer's rim to his lips, and shook his head. "No," He stated blandly, "She's not mine." The older man with a beard tarnished with crumbs and droplets of beer placed his cue stick on the table. Dean quirked a brow as he glimpsed at him with a questioning expression. The beer danced across Dean's taste-buds and he refrained from expressing his distaste for the drink. He placed the bottle off to the side, deciding he shouldn't be drinking. The older man raised his thick brows. 

            Smacking his tongue against his teeth, the man asked: "Well, do you want her to be?" Dean remained reticent as he thoughtfully observed Odessa with a faint grin forming on his lips. He'd been certain of one thing; Dean was undoubtedly entranced by the woman. The simplest of actions could be deemed hypnotic when Odessa performed them. The curves sculpted on her body were undeniably attractive, along with the remainder of her body. Her smiles were enchanting and her eyes were swirling with mysteries. Indeed Dean was utterly enticed by Odessa, but he'd never considered her to be a significant other. 

            Odessa was courageous in all aspects needed to fulfill the duties of surviving the supernatural world. She hadn't hesitated when saving Sam, something Dean severely admired, and she was capable of protecting herself along with others. Although she was stubborn and more interested in her choice of attire than completing research, Dean considered Odessa family. He had since they conversed at nightfall and exchanged their stories. Dean licked his lips, "No, of course not." He said, frowning as he shrugged nonchalantly in response. 

            Realizing he'd been conversing with the stranger instead of gathering his money, Dean huddled the bills in his hand as placed the cue stick to his side. "Thanks for the talk," He said sarcastically, "But I'm off." He then trudged in Odessa's direction with no intention of mentioning his and the stranger's conversation. The stench of cheap alcohol and testosterone reeked all throughout the building. The bundle of cash remained in Dean's hand firmly as he maneuvered through the mass of people. 

            Eventually arriving at the bar where Odessa remained speaking with the attractive male bartender, Dean steadily grasped her forearm. Her mocha eyes hastily flickered in Dean's direction with wide eyes and he hadn't failed to notice her other arm swiftly reach for the weapon tucked in her waistband, only to sigh in relief when noticing it'd only been Dean. The conversations from the people all around muffled Dean's voice as he spoke. Furrowing her brows, Odessa motioned that she couldn't hear him. Jutting his chin towards the exit, Odessa understood. She offered a smile for the bartender before obliging to Dean's pulling.

            The wintry breeze collided with Odessa's heated skin as she pushed open the doors and the goosebumps instantaneously erupted atop her skin. Puffs of water vapor could be seen in the air as she exhaled, and Odessa clutched her forearm in hopes of creating some form of heat. Sam reclined himself on the hood of the Impala as he silently scanned the newspaper intently.   

            Descending the wooden stairwell alongside the eldest brother, Odessa expressed her joyous mood with a lopsided grin as Dean chuckled while clashing the money against his fingers. Sam settled the newspaper against his thighs. "You know, we could get day jobs once in a while." Odessa snickered as she perched her body on the opposite side of the hood. The Impala's metal was frigid against her skin and she flinched mildly as she came into contact with it. 

            Dean responded as he intently examined his money: "Hunting's our day job, and the pay is crap." 

            Sam retorted, "Yeah, but hustling pool, credit-card scams," He pursed his lips as Odessa handed Dean her earned money. The memory of Odessa announcing she was incredibly skilled in pick-pocketing re-surfaced in his mind. "Having Essie pick-pocket off drunk bikers? It's not the most honest thing in the world, Dean."

            Odessa chuckled breathlessly as she examined her polished nails, "Sam, we're good at this type of stuff," She declared, offering a pointed look his way. "All three of us were raised to do this." 

            "How we were raised was jacked. "

            Pursing her lips into a thin line, Odessa peered over into the distance with dazed expression. She hadn't necessarily minded the lifestyle she grew up in, mainly because it'd been the only lifestyle she was familiar with. Odessa was more than okay with being taught how to defend herself against the evil of world than memorizing the formula for finding area. Smacking her lips, Odessa chuckled humorlessly. "Well, says you," She said, concealing the bitter tone lacing her tongue. "We've got a gig?" She asked.

            Sam lurched forward as he responded, reading aloud the article as he smacked the newspaper against the hood of the Impala. "Dustin Burwash," Sam read, "Supposedly died from creutzfeldt-jakob." Odessa refrained from exposing her threatening chuckle as Dean furrowed his brows with utter confusion. 

            Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, Odessa replied as glanced at Dean through her lashes. "It's human mad cow disease." 

            "Mad cow," Dean mumbled, "Wasn't that on 'Oprah'?"

             Raising an eyebrow, Odessa grinned brightly with an amused expression. "Since when do you watch 'Oprah'?" Dean closed his mouth as his eyes flickered from Odessa's eyes to the newspaper with a flustered look. 

            Licking his lips, Dean changed the subject. "So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?"

            "Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years for the damage to appear, but this guy, Dustin, sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour, maybe less." 

            "Okay, that's weird."

            "Yeah, now it could be a disease, or it could be something much nastier." 

            Odessa grinned, "All right, Oklahoma, let's get moving."

(A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but I haven't updated in a long time, so here it is. I'll maybe go back and add a couple scenes to makes this chapter longer, but I desperately needed to update. Thanks for reading and don't be afraid to comment.)