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Chapter 26: Lovesick (Part 2)

-Earlier at the bunker-

You hunted through your clothes for something to wear. It was stupid, and you knew it, but you wanted to make Dean notice you. It was a dangerous game to play, being interested in Dean Winchester, but you couldn't help it. No matter what you tried to convince yourself of, you couldn't help but like Dean. It was a futile effort to try to convince yourself that you couldn't like him.

You settled on your favorite colored shirt that laced up in the front, pairing it with dark skinny jeans. Your h/c hair fell in loose waves after you blow dried it. With a little makeup covering your face, you called it good and sauntered into the library.

"Ready to go?" Dean questioned. You couldn't help but blush and grin as Dean looked over you, daring to linger his eyes.

"Ready. And I didn't even take a full twenty minutes." You boasted. Dean shook his head and made his way toward the garage. Sam stayed back with you.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

Your eyes squinted in confusion, and, with a small smile on your face, you asked, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because," he paused and you both stopped walking. Dean was oblivious to what you two were doing. "He's probably going to hook up."

"O-oh," you stuttered, knowing it would be hard for you to watch Dean completely ignore you, but maybe you could hook up too. Perhaps it would take away the feelings you had for Dean. "I'll be fine. Maybe I'll hook up with someone too."

Sam opened his mouth to speak again, but you didn't want the conversation to go any further, so you walked into the garage with him soon following behind. You crawled into the back seat with Sam and Dean in the front. It was late enough that the sky had been dark for a long while, so you watched the stars as Dean drove down the highway.

After twenty minutes he pulled into a dive bar in a small town. You didn't know where you were and you didn't really care. It was just exciting to know that maybe you could distract yourself from Dean.

The three of you sat at the bar counter and Dean ordered a round of drinks. You looked around the bar and saw some dust covered pictures of sports stars. You supposed it was a good thing that the lighting was dim, otherwise the dust would be even more noticeable than it already was.

There was a group of younger guys playing pool by the door, there was a mixed group picking music from the juke box, and then random groups of people sitting at their respective tables and chatting. There weren't very many people you saw that you would even attempt to pursue, and it was all because Dean was the only person you wanted. It seemed almost wrong to do anything with anyone else while you wanted him.

The next thing you knew, Dean was speaking and you looked over at him as he said, "Pick up the tab, Sammy. I probably won't be back to pay."

Your heart sank as he slid off the stool. Sam gave you a look that told you he was thinking of you as a kicked puppy. He looked back to his brother and went after him. You could have slammed your head off the counter in frustration. This whole dance seemed so elementary. You were interested in Dean and instead of facing the situation head on, you were running to Sam. It was just like a fourth grader who ran to her best friend every time something came up with her crush. Sam was trying to go to your rescue, and you felt childish and stupid.

Sam came back with his jaw set. You were beginning to understand that meant he was either frustrated or mad. Part of you wanted to ask what had happened, but you knew. Dean brushed off whatever Sam had told him and now he was going to have a one night stand with a gorgeous blond who could have been Barbie's curly haired twin. How could you even compete with that?