Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Where Did the Party Go? (Part 3)

DEAN POV

 Eliza was drunk off her ass. Which was kind of hilarious. Loud music from the bar worked with her drunk dancing.

 Eliza walked over to me, and pulled me on to the busy floor. She danced like she had no drunken cares in the world. I had no clue how to dance, so I just oddly danced with her. After the song was over, she turned to dance to the next song. I took myself back to the bar area, and ordered another drink.

 "Who's that girl?" The hot bartender asked.

 "Oh, uh... Friend." I said, "Why do you ask?"

 "Just seeing if you were free.You look like you've seen some crap. Good thing I'm like a captive shrink with unlimited alcohol. So shoot."

 "Like to hear people's problems, do ya'?"

 "I'm curious."

 After a few minutes, she told me to slow down, "The more I drink, the better I tip."

 "Yeah, well, I'm off in an hour, so don't pass out on me." She said, snarky. At this point, Eliza was just  little thing. Sex. Sure I cared for her, but I wasn't gonna go farther than that.

 "I'll switch to beer then."

 "Good choice."

 I nodded, telling her I'd be back after I took Eliza home.

 Going back to the dance floor, I looked for Eliza. She was nowhere to be seen. Worry began to make its way through my veins. I walked out in front of the bar, and looked around. Other passerbys looked at me like I was crazy. I mean, a guy freaking out in the middle of a sidewalk... I would freak out too.

 I saw nothing, but I did see a lighting up cell phone on the ground. I bent down to pick it up. It was cracked, but I knew who it belonged to.

 Elizabeth.

 Something was wrong. I looked back down at where the phone was. Red dirt was sitting there. Unmoved like someone dumped it there. Well, more like sprinkled it there. I sighed, now what? I slipped her phone into my pocket, and paced for a few seconds. I turned to see a bald man smirking at me.

 "Hello, Dean Winchester." He said.

 After his words reached my ears, everything went black.

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 SAM POV

 After helping that guy, I called Bobby. It turned out being the god Osiris. He's like judge, jury, and executioner. It all pieced together. The fact that the first guy ran over a girl drunk driving, and the other guy with dog fighting. Of course these people were feeling guilty. They did things that made them feel that way. That means we gotta get the hell outta dodge. Dean's the guiltiest person I know. And I know Elizabeth feels guilty.

 I dialed Dean's cell, and no answer. It went straight to voicemail. I called Elizabeth, and the same happened. Sighing, I left a message on both phones, and gave up for a second.

 It was weird. Neither of them never answer their phone. They're both at the bar... Maybe I'll check there.

 Seeming how Dean took the Impala, I was stuck walking to the bar. When I got there, the bartender Dean was talking about was standing there.

 "You're waiting on Dean?" I asked.

 She was pacing, but stopped, "Yeah. For the past ten minutes."

  I sighed... She told me where she found the phone.. Red dirt was present in two different piles. Dammit.

 The keys to the Impala sat right next to the piles, along with two phones. How this woman didn't notice, I couldn't tell ya. I grabbed the items, and got into the Impala. I knew exactly where they were. The Apple Farm.