нellвoυnd (Dean Winchester) (Supernatural)

Started Shooting Doubles When She Walked In

"Hey, might wanna slow down." I glare at Sam as I toss my head back for another shot. The liquid stinging as it goes down.
"How bout you go lecture your brother on how much ass he should grab." I watch Sam as his eyes find Dean talking to some mini skirt.
"You know he probably won't go home with her-"
"Ya, just a quick fuck fest in the bathroom." Sam sighs as I turn back to the bar and call for another shot.
"Why are you-"
"Hey, think she's hot?" Dean comes up, asking us while he buys two beers.
"If you like girls you could break in half with your fingers." I mumble, taking a sip of the whiskey that was just handed to me.
"Her name's Teri. She's a tennis player." Dean perks up, not taking notice of my comment, or choosing not to respond.
"Great for you Dean, just tell me when you're ready to drop her back off at the highschool." I tell him, looking behind him and giving the girl a 'once over'. Chestnut hair, dark eyes. The skirt barely goes over her butt and her chest Arran is very apparent.
"She's like... 20."
"More like 12." I snap back.
"Whatever, I'll see you guys later." He walks away and hands the drink to the girl. I roll my eyes at the two. I grab two more shots and get up from my seat.
"Be back in a few." I tell Sam, heading to the bathrooms. Once I get there I make sure no one else is before locking the door.
"Alright. Time to get you out." I mumble to myself as I climb on the counter, taking my jacket and blood soaked shirt off.
I look at my side, there's so much red I can barely see the wound.
"Crap." I hang my head, another wave of pain hitting me. A bit worse than before.
"Ok, I got this... Got this." I tell myself as I reach for the shot, pouring the alcohol into the wound. My eyes slam shut.

"Son of a bitch!" I hiss out. I did not expect this to feel like shoving my face into a fire! God why does it hurt so much? I clench my teeth again, when my step-father hit me it never hurt this much. Well, maybe that's a bit of overdramatizing, that time with the hammer.... Focus! God Maverick pull yourself together, you're trying to wrench a bullet out of your side, now is not the time to daydream!

I toss my head back as another wave of pain hits me. Its now or never, I pull the skin apart, ready to dive in -

Knock Knock

"Maverick? Its Sam, The girl already left. Thought you should know... Alright... See ya later." I heard footsteps walking away, God, that was close. If he would have forced the door down or something I would be in loads of trouble, and he would too considering he's a Winchester.

"MAVERICK! Come out here and take a shot with me!" Oh for Christs sake.

"I... I'll be out in a minute!" Naturally, since Im talking to Dean trying not to get caught, my finger slips and pulls against the wound. "Dammit!" I throw my hand over my mouth but its too late.

"Whats wrong?" Fuck... "Maverick?"

"I... uh.... dropped my... tampon?" Silence. Before I know it the door is off its hinges and Dean is stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dude! I tell you I dropped a tampon and you come rushing in here!?" Dean smirks while jogging towards me.

"Its not your time of the month." He turns me to the side and examines my wound.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Huh? This is a public restroom!" By the time he finishes, his hands are already dripping with blood. "Son of a Bitch, we need to get outta here and to Bobbys."

"What? You aren't good enough with your hands to do it your self?" He sends me a glare but continues to examine everything.

"I need to go get Sam, stay here." He looks back at me one more time before walking out the door. I sigh before getting off the counter, throwing a jacket on and following Deans footsteps. I walk up to the bickering couple.