Pardon

I'm Batman

After the two had arrived at the motel Sam trudged in first and collapsed onto his chosen bed. He fell asleep almost immediately. It only seemed fair considering all that has happened in such a small time frame. It's quite a lot to take in, but somehow Sam has barely managed.

Dean took a seat on the edge of the other small bed, toying with his keys to Baby. His face held a meaningless and cold expression. He felt good having gotten rid of Wesly. He was proud of himself. He can't see why Sam doesn't understand. That kid should be grateful! He still stands by the fact that if he hadn't killed Wesly, Sam would have ended up dead instead.

Interestingly though, just thinking about killing Wes makes Dean want to do it all over again. That'd be impossible, obviously, now that he's dead. Dean looked down at his keys as an idea had manifested in his brain. He glanced at his brother passed out on the neighboring bed and then headed for the door, making sure he had the room key and that it was locked before he left. Dean then got into the Impala and drove off to the nearest bar.

He made it in less than fifteen minutes and went inside. He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a drink. Two seats down he noticed a man with dark hair and striking blue eyes. His blood began to boil. He had the same features as Wesly. Dean was overcome with a pounding headache and placed his face in his hands. He tried to calm himself but his anger only grew. Where the hell is his drink at?

He couldn't stand the thought of Wesly being near him. He looked over at the stranger who resembled every devil he has ever met. Finally, Dean shifted to the newly open seat next to the man.

The man grinned at Dean as the bartender placed Dean's long overdue drink in front of him. "What's your name?" He asked Dean.

"I'm Batman," said Dean, and the stranger chuckled.

"A mystery I see." winked the stranger. "I'm Eddie. You wanna get outta here?"

"Why not? I was lookin' for a little fun tonight." Dean grins. What a cocky little son of a bitch, Dean thinks. Perfect.

"In the alley?" Eddie asked, slightly taken aback. "A little nasty, isn't it?"

"You think what's about to happen isn't gonna be nasty?" Dean asks.

Eddie laughs, "Well damn you get down and dirty!"

"Don't get excited too early," Dean says seriously.

Eddie shrugs and begins to take his shirt off and Dean pushes him against the brick wall, covering his mouth. Eddie's muffled "hell yes" until two seconds later when Dean has a knife against the guy's throat, slowly piercing the skin as the blood oozes out.

"Don't fuck with my little brother ever again," Dean whispers angrily into Eddie's ear. Dean pushes the knife deeper into Eddie's throat and quickly swipes, allowing blood to spray and gush. Dean watches for a moment and looks down at the knife with content and pride.

"Enjoy Hell Wesly, you son of a bitch." Dean spits on his and casually walks back to his car and drives back to the motel to clean up before Sam wakes up.