You Are A What

{12~ Decapitation? Cool.}

Sam's POV

     When we arrived to the bar, evening was settling in and the sky had turned orange with streaks of purple. Taylor and I were in the backseat; it was odd sitting in the back for the first time in a while. She was sprawled out lazily. Luckily, her short stature allowed it. My space had been limited to a little bit of knee room to the left and right. Dean was chatting with Arianna in the front seat about lore and she enthusiastically would nod along smiling. Taylor nudged me once with a suggestive wink; Now, she seemed absorbed into her new phone we'd picked up a few towns over.

"What are you doing?" I ask curiously leaning over.

"Texting," She replied with a nonchalant tone.

    This seem to catch Dean's attention.

"You seriously just got that phone; Who has your number?"

    Taylor looks to me with a small grin.

"Oh, just this guy I have been talking to. No biggie." She shrugged her shoulders as Arianna turned to look at her with a smile.

"Tell us about this guy." Arianna had a mischievous look that seemed out of place on her face.

"His name is Peter; we met in a café." She rambles off.

    Dean's eyes flicker between the mirror and the road. He is definitely interested in Taylor. What attraction it was, I couldn't tell yet. Hopefully, he wouldn't do anything stupid to hurt her.

"Any dates yet?" I ask going along with their joke.

"Just a small one. We went to the movies; I never thought a theatre could be so sexy. It's dark and romantic given the right partner."

"Sounds like fun," Arianna comments before turning back around.

     Taylor's phone began to chime with messages. She would smile, glance up to the front and then back to her phone. It was now that it dawned on me.

They were playing Dean. He was following right along with it too. I smile at Taylor, noticing the blush on her face.

"Lover boy must have a way with words," Dean comments looking back in the mirror.

"Oh, he definitely knows how to get someone hot and bothered."

     I couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's expression. Taylor had a grin that screamed victory. It soon dissipates when the dings continue. Taylor looks to her pocket where she had stashed the phone minutes ago.

"Just answer the damn phone," Dean grits out as the car comes to an abrupt stop. Taylor shrinks slightly reaching into her pocket.

     Dean meets my eyes in the mirror and I narrow my eyes. It was just a joke; he always complains how I need to lighten up.

"We are here," I say after clearing my throat.

"Maybe that wasn't the best idea," she mutters as we slide out from the backseat.

"Don't worry about it too much."

Third Person's POV

      Dean was the first to enter the bar, Arianna not trailing far behind. Sam and Taylor had stuck back only a moment to discuss the past minute.
     A thin layer of cigarette smoke wisped through the air. Taylor scans the entire bar carefully; something had caught her attention, but she continued following Sam. They leaned against the bar where Arianna and Dean stood.

"Three beers," Dean says signalling the bartender.

     When he returns with their bottles, Taylor nudges Arianna to her side muttering quietly, "Stay close."