Demigoddess ~ Dean Winchester's daughter

The Curious Case of Dean Winchester (Part 2)

Dean took the elevator down only to find Maia already down there, spying on a dark-haired man chatting up a couple at the bar.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked her.

Maia jumped at the sound of his voice, "I'm keeping an eye on Patrick."

"That's him?" Dean pointed to the man Maia had been staring down.

"Yes but--" It was too late Dean was already at the bar talking to Patrick.

"Gamo." Maia cursed to herself.

"Sorry to cut you short with Mr. and Mrs. easy marks over there." Dean apologized.

"Oh, no big. Wasn't a total loss." the witch held up a gold watch.

Dean pulled his gun out of his jacket, aiming it at Patrick. "Look, I don't know what it is you think I did to your wife or girlfriend, mother or sister, but, uh, I just want you to know, my feelings were real."

"Like you ever had feelings." Maia walked up to the table.

"Maia what a pleasant surprise." Patrick smiled.

"Wait you know him?" Dean turned to his daughter.

"Oh, she didn't tell you? I'm her great-grandfather. Which one was your mother again? Keres? Amaltheia?"

"Melissa."

"Oh, right. The dead one."

Maia's eyes lit up green and she threw a right hook at Patrick's face, almost knocking him out of his chair.

"Maia!" Dean stood up, pulling the angry blonde behind him. "Listen, you owe my friend some years." 

"Oh, that's what this is. I'm sorry. He lost. Them's the brakes." Patrick shrugged.

"Well, then un-lose him." Dean sat back down, cocking his gun.

"Oh, go ahead and shoot me, if it makes you feel better. Besides, I could use a good... you know... tickle. You want years? Great. Play me for 'em.

"Fine."

"Dean, no!" Bobby raped from behind.

"They're my years. I can do what I want." Dean through the Singer's words back at him.

Bobby started coughing uncontrollably "Lozenge?" Patrick offered. "What it's barely linty. Okay, well, suit yourself. Just trying to help."

"All right, all right. Come on. Let's do this." Dean lost his patience.

"You understand the terms?"

Dean nodded.

***

Patrick placed his red poker chip box on the table, chewing on a wooden toothpick.  He took a stack of red chips out, "Buy-in's twenty-five years."

"Make it fifty."

"Dean..." Maia warned.

"I like the cut of your jib." Patrick smiled taking another stack of red chips out.

Patrick placed a hand over the chips chanting a spell in Latin. The chips shimmered with white light for the quickest of seconds.

Dean pulled the two stacks closer to him, taking a few away, "Twenty-five. That's twenty-five years. They go to him. And he's cashing out."

"Dean!" Bobby rasped again.

"Bobby," Dean replied sternly.

"You sure?" Patrick asked.