(Name) sat with her shoulders hunched over and her elbows propped up on the counter of the bar. Her second glass of Bud Lite half way finished in front of her.
She pushed a lock (h/c) hair from her eyes, and continued to sketch on the paper coaster used for drinks. Her phone vibrated against her hip, and she swiftly whipped it out to answer the phone call.
"You all cooled off?" Came Sam's voice, from the other end.
"Yeah, are you?" She replied, taking a sip from her beer.
"Yeah, I'm good. And... ugh... I'm sorry.... (Name)..."
"We all are Sam. But we can chick flick this moment out when I get back. I'm going to finish my beer and call a taxi," she replied.
"No, I'll send Dean to come get you. I'm sure he'll want to talk to you without me there,"
She laughed, "Okay Sammy, I'll see you later,"
(Name) hung up the phone with Sam, and took long drag from her beer. She picked up the pen she had been using, and finished the sketch of the little boy that's had died earlier that day.
(Name) and the boys were hunting a vengeful spirit that went after older siblings. It almost got Dean, and it did get the little kid (Name) was trying so desperately to protect. He was only 7 years old, had a baby sister at home, and his mother was pregnant with his newest baby sister.
He was so young, he was too young. And he was gone. The hunt was successful, but had far too many casualties. Afterward, there was a lot of shouting from everyone. And lot of hurt feeling. It was decided that they all take the evening to themselves, and just chill out.
(Name) went to the closet local bar, for a couple drinks, and a place where she could draw. She ran out of space in the cheap gas station notebook she had been using for the past couple months.
Sam went to a 24 gym and worked out until he was good and numb.
Dean took off in the Impala, he elected not to get slobbering drunk so that he would be able to drive home, and hopefully drive (Name) home after she calmed down. So he drove into the middle of the field played his music as loud as he could.
Just after midnight he got a call from Sam.
"Sammy," he said gruffly
"Dean. You good?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Is (Name) okay?"
"She seems alright, I told her you were going to pick her up and Murie's Place, and bad a couple blocks away from the motel,"
"Yeah, I need to talk to her. I said somethings, I shoulnta..."
"So did I, so up front. I'm sorry, man,"
"Don't worry bout' Sammy. You're my brother we have to forgive each other. It's my girlfriend I'm worried about,"
"(Name)? I think she'll be fine. She's all cooled off now, I think right now she needs a hug, and maybe another beer,"
"I can do that," Dean said ending the call.
And with that he climbed into the front seat of the Impala, and drove into the night to go get his girl.
Back at the bar, (Name) was starting on her fourth drink and getting unsolicited attention from a man across the bar. Although she didn't notice, she was too distracted by the piece of paper the bartender was kind enough to get for her. Finally the patron, decided to make a move, strutting up and taking the stool on her right.
"Hey angel face, why so down?"
"Don't call me that, or you'll lose some teeth," she replied not even looking at the man, only continuing her sketch of the boys.
"Come on doll, I saw you come in here lookin' like hell. Four beers later, and hear you are little lookin' like you need some lovin'. Whatcha say I help ease your pain?"
"I'll warn you once again, and for the last time. Get lost,"
"Come one babe, don't be like that,"
Finally (Name) looked to the man, with pure hate in her eyes.
"Pig,"
The man drew close to her face, and whispered
"Feisty, I like that. You're perfect doll,"
(Name) drew away from him, grabbed her drink, and emptied it into him head with a pressing glare. She stood up, pressed her hands on his shoulders and shoved him off the bar stool.
At that moment Dean walked into the bar, he caught her words and knew that everything was going to be okay for him and (Name).
"I'm taken you worthless piece of shit," Dean heard her say in very demeaning tone.
Dean approached (Name), laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"That's right you son of a bitch, she is mine and always will be," Dean spat at the man.
(Name) looked up at Dean, their eyes connected saying all the apologies necessary at the moment. Dean leaned down a little, to press his lips against (Name)'s.
(Name) paid her tab by tossing a couple twenty dollar bills on the counter, Dean put his arm around her shoulder. And guided her outside.
Dean took her about the waist and lean back against the Impala, pulling her into his warm, comfortable embrace. He ran one hand up and down her back, holding her hip with the other.
"I said a lot of things tonight baby. A lot of things I shouldn'ta. I'm sorry baby," he whispered.
"I'm sorry too, I didn't mean half the things I said tonight," she replied.
"What things did you mean, baby girl?" He asked somewhat jokingly.
"That I'm taken," she laughed.
Dean pressed his lips to the top of her head, and hummed into her hair.
Silent tears streaked down (Name)'s cheeks. She sniffed, and released a shaky breath.
"What's wrong baby?" Dean asked tenderly, pushing her away, to see her teary eyes.
"I didn't save that little boy, Dean," she said in a hushed voice, placing her head back on his warm chest. "He was so young... He... He was... Was just too young... Too young to die, Dean" (Name) cried into his T-shirt.
"You did everything you could, baby girl," he cooed. "It was a bad day (Name). But just think of all the people we did save,"
(Name) sobbed, and accepted Dean's love and affection. The night air, grew cold on their bodies. So Dean opened the passenger seat, and sat down, pulling (Name) in with him.
"Shh. Shh. Shh." Dean cooed, stroking her long hair. "Shh... It's alright baby,"
After a time (Name) fell asleep against Dean, so he gently moved her over, and slid into the drivers seat and took them back to the motel.
It wasn't until 3 o'clock in the morning, that Dean had parked out front, scooped his precious girl, carried her inside, woke her up just enough and just long enough to get her shoes and jeans off, and tucked into bed.
Sam was already passed out from the late hour, long day, and intense work out. Dean took off his boots, jeans, and T-shirt. Leaving him only in his boxer shorts, and necklace.
He climbed into bed next to (Name) and protectively brought his arm to rest over her hip, with his hand placed on her center back pressing her closer to himself.
He kissed her cheek, then fell into sleep, holding her close all through the night.
