About Time

Where is She

Watching you leave with that asshole only made Dean feel worse. He couldn't help the jealousy he felt when you were playing pool. The guy was obviously checking you out the whole game and the way he looked at you with an almost predatory gaze convinced him he was no good. When he saw him cage you against the wall it was like his body took over and next thing he knew he was right beside you both glaring at the man.

After the heated argument he decided if you really wanted to be with that guy then fine. He wasn't going to stop you from doing what you wanted, and clearly leaving with him wasn't on the list. Making his way back to the bar he sat down beside the same woman he was talking to before, honestly he couldn't even remember her name. Bridget? Brittney? Pamela? None of that sounded right but he was somewhat sure it started with a B. Looking at her and turning on his trademark charm he leaned forward, pushing his thoughts of Y/N away. "I'm sorry sweetheart, where were we?" Whatever her name is giggled and laid her hand on his arm.

"Well you were telling me about your exciting life in the army. Did you really take out a whole warehouse of taliban soliders?" Dean grinned and was about to answer when he saw you walk towards the door, the guy following closely behind. It hurt to know you were actually leaving with him. Dean wanted to be the one to take you home and tell you how he really felt.

Ever since he met you he knew you were different. You laughed at his jokes, stood up to him when you knew he was wrong, and even protected Sam as if he were your own brother. And you were the only other person in the world it seemed that shared Deans love of pie. Although to be fair you loved anything sweet, he always teased you about how your sweet tooth would put even Willy Wonka to shame. But what he loved most about you was how he could open up to you, about anything and everything.

Many nights were spent with Dean feeling like he usually did, mad at himself and the world for everything that had gone wrong and the people he couldn't save. But you were always there to pick up the pieces when he broke down. Always ready and willing to listen to him rant and calm him down. Quite a few times you had to wrestle a whiskey bottle from him and had even slapped him on one occasion, telling him he better "get his shit together cause there were too many people in this world who loved and cared about him".

Once the door closed Dean continued to stare at it. He didn't realize someone was talking to him until he felt a hand on his cheek. The woman turned his head to face her, trying to draw his attention back to her. "You know, being a soldier I'm sure you are away a lot. I bet it gets pretty lonely sometimes." As she said this she began drawing patterns on Deans arm with her fingers. He looked at her, suddenly not feeling up to the task. "Actually it's not that bad, I stay pretty busy with the missions and everything." The woman frowned slightly but didn't give up.

"Well, since your not on a mission now how about we get out of here and have a little state side fun?" As she was talking she began running her other hand up and down Deans leg. Just when he was about to answer the door opening caught his attention. Looking over he noticed the guy you had left with limping in and holding his nose which was leaking blood all down his shirt. He walked straight towards the bathroom and went inside. Dean stood up quickly, "Sorry sweetheart, I gotta go." Throwing money on the bar for his drink and hers he took off in the direction of the bathroom.

When he opened the door he saw the man trying to get his nose to stop bleeding while he also tried cleaning the blood off his shirt. Deans anger resurfaced, he knew something must have happened. Walking forward he stopped right behind the guy. "Where the hell is she?"

The guy jumped at the sound of Deans voice but when he looked in the mirror he growled, "Your little bitch took off. But not before she decided to break my damn nose." Grabbing the back of the guys head Dean slammed it into the mirror. Leaning forward to talk into his ear he calmly spoke. "Im pretty sure whatever she did, you deserved it. Now i'm only gonna ask one more time before I lose my patience, where is she." Not wanting to get beat up twice in one night the guy shrugged his shoulders, "Dude I don't know she just took off walking down the road, I swear!"

Standing up straight and letting the guy go Dean shot him one more glare then walked out. He walked right past the woman at the bar and straight out the door. Pulling his keys from his pocket he opened the impalas door and got in. Starting the engine he backed out and turned onto the road. Shes gotta be heading home, why the hell did I let her leave with that asshole. Dean drove back towards the bunker, keeping an eye out for you. Once he had gone about two miles he noticed up ahead what looked like someone running.

Speeding up a little he realized it was you just before he reached you. Passing you he pulled over once he saw you in the rearview mirror.