Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 63: Belonged With Someone

            “I told you that we were from the FBI.” Sam groaned as he ripped open the driver side door of Bobby’s old blue truck. He jumped in and slammed the door against him. When his head turned he saw Cas standing with his door open just staring at him.

            “I am sorry, I made a mistake. I thought we were DEA. Didn’t you say there was drugs on the body? I thought you said DEA.” Cas watched Sam carefully. He had blown his first real job. Instead of telling the sheriff he was FBI, he said they were DEA. Only the only badges and IDs they had were for FBI. So they had to tell the sheriff they left their IDs in the hotel, very unprofessional, and that they would be back later.

            “Get in the car.” Sam looked forward and gripped the steering wheel. He wasn’t that angry, he had made many mistakes on the job. It just seemed to hit him that he wasn’t with Dean. He had gotten so used to leaning on Dean, and having Dean’s wise ass cracks that when he looked over and saw Cas, he felt somehow lonely. He knew that Dean would be back, but it felt like he wasn’t ever coming back.

            The music of the nightclub seemed to attack every pore of Dean’s body. He was hit with this excitement and energy from all the jumping and dancing people on the dance floor. The only times he had been to a nightclub were for work, he was never able to just enjoy the club. Emily’s hand tightened over his as she led him toward the bar. He watched her back as she blindly led him. He was caught off guard by the red dress she was wearing. It was the dress that a model or someone famous would wear. Spaghetti straps and a slit that came up to her thigh. More importantly Dean wanted to take the dress off of her at this moment.

            As they got closer to the bar Dean felt a sudden urge to drink some alcohol and just let loose. Before he got deep into being a hunter he used to stop and have some fun in bars along the road. But here with Emily, he just wanted to be happy and have some fun. Emily set her arm on the bar and got the bartender’s attention. Dean watched with some jealousy as the bartender eyes Emily with a little bit of lust.

            “We’ll both have the best draft you have on tap.” She had to yell over the music.

            The bartender nodded and pulled two tall glasses from under the bar. Emily pulled a twenty from somewhere under her dress and set it on the bar. Then she turned to wink at Dean as they waited for their drinks. He held tight to her hand. If they parted, he feared he would never find her in this mess of human bodies. He was more used to an isolated haunted farm house than this crowded dance party.

            “Here you go, ma’am.” The bartender yelled as he handed her the glasses.

            She let go of Dean’s hand and reached for the drinks. When she had them both and pulled them toward her she yelled back at him. “Thank you, sir.” Then she turned and handed Dean his beer with a smug grin on her face.

            He grabbed the drink but she didn’t let him take it. She leaned forward and her breath heated his ear. “Promise me that no matter what happens, we leave here together. Things can get kind of out of hand and we need to have each other’s back.”

            When she leaned away she gave him a wink and took a long chug of her beer. It was then that he remembered the night that she went out and he found her on the side of the road. And how she had the beer in her house the first night he stayed with her. He never realized it but it soon hit him that she might have a problem with alcohol.

            Suddenly her hand left his glass and she started to take another drink. Her eyes stayed with his and her little grin made his heart ache. He finally took a drink of the beer and savored the fresh draft signature taste. It has been too long since he tasted draft.