Never tried methadone before, but it certainly helped. Wasn't perfect but at least I was in shape to finish this increasingly dark case out.
By the time I'd recovered, charged my phone and hit the diner for a late breakfast with Shan, before we went through with his plan, my phone had several missed calls and unopened texts. From my brothers of course. By the count, Dean seemed to be freaking out. I didn't bother reading the texts and called him up as soon as coffee was set down in front of me by the waitress.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Hazey. Why didn't you pick up?"
"Good morning, Dean. Nice to hear from you too," I grumbled into the phone, the name drop catching Shan's interest, "I was sleeping. My phone was dead."
I heard him sigh on the other end.
"Sorry...but you're snooping around vamps on your own and-"
"And I'm fine," I said lowly, "oh and by the way, if that asshole shows up here..."
"Hey! I didn't mean to. He asked where you were. I told him. It slipped out. Besides he knows better to come around when you're pissed."
"No he really doesn't," I argued, inhaling slowly and making a decision to be somewhat truthful, "Listen...me and Sh-...the Detective have a line on the head honcho of this nest. Were taking him in broad daylight. No assistance required."
"You sure?'
I lifted my eyes to the brave, and seemingly trustworthy officer sitting across from me. Ruggedly pretty and built like a brick house. He was pretending not to listen in, but with how Dean could be, I doubted he didn't hear every word.
"Yes. I'm sure. Give you the story when I get home."
"Alright, honey, just please...watch your back and fucking call me when you're done."
"Pinky promise."
"That doesn't count over the phone.."
"Bye Dean."
Shan was chuckling by the time I hung up and took to my coffee more aggressively.
"What...?"
"Protective aren't they?" he said, nodding gratefully at the waitress now bringing us our hot donuts.
"Unbearably so..." I muttered before shredding into my pastry unceremoniously.
"I get it," he said distantly, again making me think there was more to this hunt than a sense of duty, "So who's the asshole?"
I choked breifly, finding sanctuary in my water glass before answering.
"The not boyfriend. You've heard of him."
"Ah...Castiel."
The very name gave me a dark chill of hatred and confusion.
"I didn't know everything the angel possessing me knew, but I heard the rumors occasionally. "
I scoffed under my breath. "Yeah well...thats over now."
"Aw.." came his more playful side, "what'd he do? Find another psychic?"
"No..." was all I was willing to say.
Thankfully he picked up that this was an extremely sore topic and stopped teasing. "Well whatever it was, he is an asshole. Hurting a pretty little thing like you."
"Flirting, detective. Really?" I teased back.
"Can't help myself. And you're single so...take it or leave it. I'm probably not gonna stop."
I genuinely laughed this time.
"Alright then...well on a less light note. You've seen in the window of my pain. What's behind yours?"
He wasn't smiling anymore.
"Not sure what you mean."
