Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 37: Fragile Actions

            The hotel room only had two beds so Dean ordered two. He wanted to be in one with Emily but he knew that there wouldn’t be a good way to explain that. But before he even could speak Emily said she was rooming with Cas. They took their bags and walked to their room. She seemed to be angry at him. she hadn’t even looked into his eyes since they were on the road. He didn’t understand but he followed Sam to their own room.

            “What is up with Emily?” Dean asked as they got into their room. He thought maybe Sam knew and he wanted to fish for any clues as to how to make her not angry at him.

            Sam sat down on the edge of the far bed and shrugged. “I don’t know. She was fine until she went to find you. Then she appeared in the backseat all quiet. Did you know she could teleport like Cas?”

            Dean froze with his bag still in his hand. She had heard his talk with Lucifer. He dropped his bag on the bed. “I think I saw a bar on the way in. I am not tired but you should get a good night’s rest.” Dean turned before Sam could say anything and just walked out of the room. He needed a drink.

            I was laying in bed with the lights out listening to Cas breathing when I felt a tug deep inside. I realized that Dean was calling me. I groaned and closed my eyes. I opened them and I was sitting at a bar in a sleazy sports bar. Dean had a beer in his hand and he was leaning against the countertop. I set my elbow on the counter and looked at him with raised eyebrows. He felt my stare and looked over.

            He looked surprised. “Are you following me?” He asked slurred.

            “You are wasted.” I rolled my eyes still feeling rage toward him. “And you called to me, that is why I am here.”

            “I didn’t call you. I don’t always need you popping in on my business.” He took another long drink that finished off the bottle. He clashed it down and waved his arm for another.

            “Don’t you dare take another drink.” Then I realized what he had said. He knew that I heard his talk. Sam mustve said that I went to look for him. That I was back there. “I didn’t meant to overhear you. I was worried because of what you said earlier in the car about your parents. And you know what I find? I find that you were talking to the devil behind my back about me because you still cant trust me.”

            “Make this all about you.” Dean glared at me.

            I just stared at him. I turned to the bartender who was a young man with a beer in his hand to give Dean. “He is leaving. How many did he have?”

            “Eight.” The man said as he slid the beer to another costumer.

            “Don’t you have a cutoff?” I asked outraged that they would let him drink that much.

            “He pain upfront.” The bartender shrugged and walked away.

            I groaned and stood from the stool in my pajamas. I grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him from the bar. He was reluctant but I used my supernatural strength to pull him out. When we were out and the night air hit us I turned and smacked him in the face.

            The side of his face reddened as he stared at me.

            I felt my anger bubble. “How dare you talk to Lucifer behind my back! How dare you come to this bar and get shitfaced! And how dare you blame me for spying on you! All I did was try and be there for you and you can’t even trust me. Instead you do something suicidal and call out to the one man who could bring an end to humanity and wants your head on a stick! Do you know what would happen if something happened to you? Do you even think about!? I can’t believe that you would stoop so low as to bargain my safety with the devil! I can take care of myself!” I felt the rage boil in my chest.