Haunting ▹ Dean Winchester [2]

PART ONE ; eight

      eight ; don't wanna be your girl no more

      Hey, everybody! I'm considering skipping the episode 'Mystery Spot'. As a viewer, I love that episode so much. But, as an author, it's my worst nightmare. I'm gonna get tired of re-writing the same scenes over and over and over again. Also, it's just gonna be a really short chapter and I just don't want to publish something that I wrote with actual effort. 

      P.S    I'm sorry for what's about happen :( don't hate me pls 

      Anguished from Ruby's disconcerting proclamation regarding Dean's deal and their incapability of conserving him, Sam wistfully suggested he and Odessa drink their sorrows with whiskey and bourbon. Typically, Odessa wouldn't have declined the proposition, she would have endorsed the suggestion, she just wasn't feeling the desire to drink at two in the afternoon. She ordered Sam his drink and refrained herself from purging her lunch from the memories. She focused her attention on the bartender's nimble fingers, not the image of Dean's dismayed expression. Odessa was far too distracted to refuse an unknown man's offer of a free drink. Light-headed and distressed, she, regardless of how sick she felt and for Sam's sake, accepted the man's offer for whiskey wordlessly and grabbed Sam's drink before returning to where they were seated. 

      Sipping the whiskey ruefully, grimacing from the abhorrent flavor. She had never drank whiskey with this particular taste before. Wiping the excess from her mouth, she pushed the glass away from her. She and Sam didn't talk, seeming as there wasn't much to talk about anyway. They couldn't save Dean, and he would eventually become a demon from the cruelty of Hell. And she had a strong feeling Sam didn't want to speak on the topic any more than she did. So, instead, they sat beside each other, unspoken and consolingly. "There you are," Dean's voice tore through the tongueless ambiance. "What are you doing? I've been looking for you two." 

      She wanted to say she tried calling him and informing him of their whereabouts, but she decided against it. Instead, she said, "We're having a drink." She paused, looking at the amber-brown drink residing inside the clear glass. "I do think my whiskey's gone bad, somehow." She ran her finger across the rim of the glass. 

      Bemused, Dean blinked owlishly. "Drinking whiskey? It's two in the afternoon." He said, disbelieving. 

      Sam shrugged. "I drink whiskey all the time." He said simply. Even Odessa knew that was a lie.

      Dean narrowed his eyes. "No, you don't." 

      "What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars. Why can't I?" Sam protested with a frown. 

      "What's going on with you two?" Dean asked. 

      Odessa suddenly felt a wave of nausea overcome her. "We tried, Dean." Sam's voice was distorted, reverberating through her skull. "We tried to save you." The sound of his voice erupted an excruciating undulation. She closed her eyes, the lighting of the room unexpectedly becoming overly aglow. Dean pulled a chair from beside Sam's other side, ordering a drink for himself. The scraping of the chair against echoed through her ears, the sound of the whiskey pouring inside a glass resembled a waterfall crashing down on headwaters. She couldn't focus her hearing for some inexplicable reason. "Where you're going...what you're gonna become. I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it." Odessa gnawed on her lower lip, muffling the winces threatening to escape her lips. "But, really, the thing is, no one can save you."