Burning Feathers [Dean Winchester FF]

II: Impossible To Impala...

Dean

"Bottoms up to you Sammy." I take that shot of Jack and it burns in all the right places.

I hear someone slide in beside me and I wave the bartender down. "Another round please."

They give me another drink and I take the glass to my lips and drink. "Are you really going to sit there and pretend I'm not sitting here?"

I hear Cas but I ignore him. "Look, I know you're suffering from your loss. But you have to move on eventually, "

I scoff at his comment. "All I have is me. My mom's dead. My father's dead. My little brother? Oh he's dead too. Thanks for reminding me of my troubles."

"Look I'm sorry. But you do understand that you're needed out there still?" I shake my head.

"Like I told you two years ago. I'm done hunting." Cas rubs his face in frustration.

"There's a girl, out there that needs your help." I shrug. "If she needs help in the bed room department, I'll be happy to oblige." I say with a drunken smirk.

"No, Dean. This girl is getting chased by something and she needs your help."

"Not interested." I want to help her but, after Sammy dying and everything going to hell, I promised not to put anyone else in danger again.

"Well, tough luck. She's meeting up with you tomorrow morning." I give him a side eye glance. "I'm not helping her. Besides why are you so persistent right now? Can you see I'm trying to get drunk off my ass right now?"

"Because this girl is important. I've been keeping close tabs on her, since I've heard about what her abilities are."

"Which are?"

"You showing interest? Does that mean you'll watch after her?"

"Well if she's of age, then I might do more than that." Cas scowls at me. "I mean it, Dean. This gi-young woman, she needs your protection." I polish off my drink.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do. No promises...but can I ask you something?"

He nods. "If you've been keeping tabs on her, why pass her off to me?" Cas smiles and places his hand on my shoulder.

"Because, you need to have some faith again..."

Ember

I have been on my own, for almost two years now. I've learned some strange things, and killed some stranger things.

I thought I was the only one in my existence. A Nephilim.

Apparently, there's a lot more, but none with my problem. The devil was chasing after me, for something I'm sure he hates that I have.

I look at the curved blade in my drivers seat
and my scar seems to hum a bit.

I was reached out to, by someone. An Angel named Castiel.

He told me he heard about the good I've been doing on my own, from across the country.

Which I wanted to scold myself, just for the fact that I didn't keep much of a low profile.

But to keep a low profile, means that I would've had to ignore all of those people who needed help.

So, here I am. About to get help from a guy named Dean Winchester. From what Castiel said, Dean and his brother are top notch hunters.

I park my car in front of a small motel and take out the piece of paper that had Dean's information.

"Room 114." I get out and take my bat with me. As I look around for his room number, I feel someone watching me.