REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 37

Jackie's POV

Before I even take my seat at the bar, Dean had already signaled for two shots. The bartender quickly got on to it, and moments later, two drinks were sitting in front of us. We each pick one up, and before downing it, we both nod our heads at each other in a sort of toast.

"To the best of luck tomorrow?" Dean asks.

"I'll drink to that," I say with a smirk.

And instead of letting myself ponder over the fact that we really did need all the luck we could get tomorrow, I just threw the shot down and let the familiar burn in my throat take over.

"Oh god, Dean," I say, exasperated from the first drink alone. I haven't had a drink of real alcohol in forever. "I'm going to be so wasted by the end of the night."

"That's what makes it fun." Dean and I sat at that bar for a good while, just talking, joking, pretty much doing anything other than letting our minds drift back to the fact that tomorrow is going to be one hell ride.

Several shots and beers later, I laugh, not being able to stop myself thanks to the slight buzzed feeling that had begun to overcome my body. "You're trying to get me drunk, Dean. And it's working."

Dean smirks knowingly, then sends me a good old fashioned wink to top it off. Turning back to the bartender, he signals for yet another round for himself. Meanwhile, I shake my head then stare down at my own shot glass in front of me.

"I'm so going to regret this in the morning." Despite the little voice in my head telling me to put the glass down and walk out of there before I sign myself up for Hangover 101 in the morning, I bring it to my lips and swallow it all easily. I've come to the point where the burn is almost nonexistent. Being drunk comes with it's perks.

"That's my girl," Dean grins.

"I haven't drank this much since..." I drawl out, trying to remember. I put one elbow up on the counter and rest my head on my hand. "Hah, I can't remember. My dad never let me drink. Of course, I didn't always listen to him."

"Yeah, I think that's enough for you tonight, Jack," Dean says while finishing his own drink. He stands up and slaps money on the counter, but before I could join him, he places a hand on my shoulder. "Wait here, I'll be back in a minute."

I nod and stay seated without a complaint. I pull my phone out of my pocket and turning the screen on, I find that it's well past midnight and creeping up on one. I smile carelessly and right as I go to slide my phone back into my pocket, I feel a presence next to me.

Turning, I find a guy, probably in his early thirties, taking a seat where Dean had previously been. Even sitting down, I could tell the guy had some height to him.

I choose to ignore him, however, I couldn't say the same for him. After sitting under his dark-eyed, mischievous glare for a good twenty seconds too long, I turn to him. "Can I help you with something?"

The guy smirks innocently, but his eyes tell me he is anything but innocent. He's wasted. "Just wondering what a young lady such as yourself is doing here alone."

"Oh and you think you could help with that? How's that?" I ask sarcastically, raising an eyebrow to urge him on. I may be slightly drunk but I know a good for nothing dickhead when I see one.

"Well, for one, I wouldn't leave you here all alone. Who was it? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Who left you looking like this?" He moves in closer as he asks each question, a 'concerned' look on his face, eager for an answer that would lead him to a night full of fun.