The sharpest lives

7.

Meira walked into that bar and saw Hunter sitting at the table, drinking rum and coke. She ordered vodka and orange juice and sat next to her.

,,What do you want?" Hunter asked her.

,,You could say, that they sent me." Meira responded and took a sip from her drink.

It was quiet, none of them wanted to apologise. Hunter cleared her throat and Meira though that she will say something, but no.

,,Okey, you want me to apologise?" Meira asked.

,,I want you to think, before you say something."

,,You trust a fucking demon!"

Then she realised, she say it out louder then she wanted to. All people in the bar looked at them.

,,You just don't get it, do you?" Meira looked at her.

,,You know what, stop with this." Huntel looked at her too. ,,Stop acting like you know what you're doing, because you don't."

,,Yeah, why? Because I'm not a proper haunter?"

,,I never said that." she shook her head.

,,But you wanted to."

,,You know what, let's stop with this. Let's stop fighting, we have more important things to do."

,,Okey, you're right." she nodded.

They stopped fighting, at least for now and started talking about anything else but the case. After a few drinks were things between them much better.

,,So, tell me." Hunter said and finished another glass of rum and coke. ,,When will you tell Sam?"

,,Tell him what?" Meira looked at her.

,,That you like him." she added.

,,Yeah, never." Meira responded, finishing her drink as well. ,,When will you tell Dean?"

,,Oh please." she laughed.

After few hours they got to the point, where they were both pretty drunk. The bar was closing already, so they knew it was time to go back. They weren't sure about the way or the adress, but they walked the whole way back. But it was really nice walk, they talked more and laughed so much, they probably woke up the whole city.

When they got finally back, everyone was still up, looking at them. Sam laughed at how drunk they were and Dean was smirking, knowing Meira will be sick tommorow, because she don't drink that much.

Hunter went to take a shower and once she was out, she brushed her teeth and went to bed, listening to the small talk in the room.

Meira was feeling so sick, she was happy she could even sit down.

,,We have to teach you how to drink." Dean laughed.

,,That's gonna be more difficult then teaching her how to shoot." Hunter added, laughing too.

,,C'mon, leave her alone." Sam said. He was annoyed with them making fun of Meira being drunk.

Meira had to run into the bathroom, she closed the doors behind her. Dean started laughing even more, but Hunter felt bad for her. Sam looked really worried. She got out of the bathroom, looking like shit, fell on the bed and fall asleep as soon as she dropped her head on the pillow.

,,So are you two okey now?" Dean asked.

,,I guess." Hunter shrugged.

,,Why do you even trust Crowley? I mean...you know." Sam asked.

,,Sam I killed my family, it's not something you can't say. It's not Voldemort." Hunter said, sitting up.

,,I didn't want to..."

,,Hurt me? Yeah, well you don't need to care about that right now."

Both brothers and Castiel were curious about her answer about Crowley.

,,I mean, he was a crossroad demon. He knows plenty of shit about making and breaking a deal so tell me, why would he break his? He's the fucking king of hell, he can do much worse then send two of his demons out, don't you think? I'm not saying you need to trust him, but for now, do something Meira didn't and trust me."

It was quiet after that. All of them decided to go to sleep. It was really late and they still had a case to solve.

*B&S*