Falling for the Job (Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 4

After we ate, Dean ordered two pies to go which wasn't long the wait. The waitress gave us the pies and the bill. I paid and drove back to the motel. We said our goodbyes/see you laters and parted ways. I went to my room and changed into comfy clothes.

Currently, I was sitting down with my laptop on the table doing some research. According to Dean the places, where the victims were last seen, smelled like sulfur. The second he told me about the smell, I knew that Crowley had to be involved in this some way.

Even though I had a feeling that the disappearances and deaths had some part in Crowley's plans, I researched a little more. I wasn't about to call him to ask him to stop the killings or thank him or anything. I oppose to that idea because that's probably what he wants. After spending hours researching, I looked at the clock which read it was 6:00 pm. I stopped researching asking myself why was I researching for the case if that's not what I was doing here reminding myself about the deal with Crowley where I'm suppose to get the tablet and the prophet. I started to feel like I could use a drink. I stood up grabbed my coat and keys, and drove to the nearest bar.

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I sat at the first available stool I see. I ordered myself a drink plus a shot. I try to get my head in the game. "I shouldn't get wrapped up in the case. I should focus on the mission." I say to myself. Without even noticing, I'm already like on my third or fourth drink. I order another shot and drink it.

"You should probably take it easy with those. I don't want to be the one babysitting." Dean said taking a sit beside me. I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed by him for even sitting there.

"So don't." Annoyance was now evident in my voice. I take the last sip of my drink and order another one. I glanced over to Dean and he was taking a sip of his own drink shaking his head. "What?"

"Nothing... nothing... is just..." he chuckled to himself apparently finding funny whatever he was going to say. I shook my head and take a sip of my most recent drink. We sat in silence not bothering to even make small talk.

I noticed there were people playing pool. I kept my gaze toward them to see if they would get the message and leave the pool table.

My gaze left the table when I felt the urge of another sip of alcohol. I love the way it felt going down my throat, the burning sensation which distracted me of my real problems and thoughts.

I look back to the table and the people had left the table already. I stood up and walked toward it as fast as I could in case anybody was also keeping an eye for the pool table.

I inserted some coins and the table roared to life thanks to the ball rolling out from under the table. I organize the balls in the triangle thing.

"Can I break?" Dean asked. I looked at him and he was already running the chalk at the tip of the cue.

"Who said you would be the one who would play with me?" Dean didn't answered he just did some kind of pout. That's when I actually noticed that he wasn't only hot but also kinda cute... and that I may have had a little too much to drink. "Ok. But I only play if I get something if I win."

"You want to do a bet?" He sounded suprised of the hint I had just thrown at him about doing a bet.

"Of course. I need something to make it worth my time." I smirked at him, and reached for a $20 in my pocket. I placed in on top of the pool table. He wide eyed then relaxed and placed a $5 bill. Now it was my turn to be the wide eyed one, "you have to be kidding me! You got to have more than a $5 bill."

He smirked and moved the bill a little and I noticed it was really a $50. I smirked, too. 

"Okay you can break."

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