Denouement || Book 3 of 'Reawakening Series'

Chapter 13 - Girls, Girls, Girls

Three Weeks Later

My eyes trail over the newspaper in my hand as I try to figure out why we are here. Dean and I are in some steakhouse and bar eight hours away from home. We've just finished working a case thirteen hours west of here, a case of ghost possessions. Sam was originally meant to go with Dean, but he said he was sick. Instead he suggested I go instead, which I saw through immediately.

Since that night, things between Dean and I are not good. I'm still hurt by his time as a demon and he can't stop beating himself up about it. We avoid the topic, instead making idle conversation or only talking about cases or Mary. Sam saw this an opportunity for Dean and I to get past this, but it didn't work out the way he planned.

I turn the newspaper over, combing through the headlines until I spot one, "What this? Cattle deaths a few towns over? Uh, demon possibility or something?"

"No, it says right there it's probably because of the drought." He says, his eyes locked on his phone.

I frown at him as I place the newspaper down, "So what're we doing here?"

"Uh, the reason is right on your plate." He says, looking up and gesturing to the food in front of me, "Lazardo's Porterhouse, USDA prime. Only place between Connecticut and the bunker you can get a decent steak under 10 bucks."

"We detoured eight hours to eat a some steak when we could have been at home with Mary?" I question, hoping that's not the reason we came here.

"She's fine with Sam." He says, glancing back down at his phone.

I shake my head at him, "I haven't seen her for a week, Dean. I don't like being away from her for too long."

"Hey, I don't either." He says, looking up from his phone, "But it's just one more night, okay?"

I look into his eyes for a moment, my heart skipping a beat and I shake my head and shrug my shoulders, "Whatever."

Dean's phone goes off again, quickly followed by another one and I frown at the object in his hand, "Your phone is blowing up. Who is that?"

So immersed in what he's looking at he answers back absentmindedly, "It's just uh, you know, these alert thingies."

"For what?" I ask, raising and eyebrow.

He turns his phone over and places it facedown, picking up his cult early and cutting into his steak, "You know, monster stuff."

I can tell he's lying to me, and I find that it really bugs me. I reach over and quickly snatch up the phone, which causes his eyes to widen as he reaches for his phone, "Addy!"

I shuffle back and switch the screen up, freezing when I read what's in front of me. There's are dozens of messages between him and a woman named Shaylene. And they're not PG rated either. I look over towards him, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice, "You're on a dating app?"

He straightens up defensively, "Yeah. And you know what? Don't knock it till you try it."

I narrow my eyes at him, feeling my blood boil as I look down at the phone, "Nice screen name Dean, Impala67."

"All right, give it back." He says, reaching for it once more.

"Shaylene huh?" I ask, clicking on her picture to find that she's young and really beautiful. Jealousy takes ahold of me as I scroll through the messages, "There are like a million messages here."

"Yeah..." He trails off and as I read them, I feel sick to my stomach at the sexual nature of them all, "She seems a little available, too available."