How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Thought I found a way
Thought I found a way out (found)
But you never go away (never go away)
So I guess I gotta stay now

Lovely by Billie Eilish

"Yeah." I whisper to Ruby on the phone while I'm pacing back in forth in the bathroom, my eyes focused on the floor, as I try to be quiet as to not wake Dean up. "So what is there any storms, bad crops, anything?" She asks. "That's what I'm trying to tell you Ruby. There's no storms, no bad crops, nothing." I say quietly.

"Well keep looking." She says. "Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You and Sam keep looking too, okay?" I say. "Yeah for sure." She says. "All right. Talk soon." I say and hang up the phone.

I walk into the main room, I look at Dean sleeping soundly, snoring a little. I walk over and place my right hand on his left shoulder and shake him a little, causing him to eventually stir in his sleep and his eyes blinking open. He groans in is own way of asking me why I'm waking him up so early in the morning.

"Hey. Up and at 'em." I say as I stand up straight and turn at the edge of my heels and walk over to the other bed that I slept in and finish stuffing the rest of my things into my shoulder bag, purse, and back pack. "You're up early. What are you doing?" He yawns. "Nothing. I was in the can is all." I say as I zip up my make up bag and stuff it into my back pack.

"Yeah?" He asks. "Yeah. You want me to draw you a picture?" I ask looking back at him with an offended look, like I've done something he didn't like and is angry over it. "Nah, I'll pass." He rolls his eyes as he finishes tying up his right shoe. I roll my eyes in annoyance as I turn my head back so I can focus on what I am doing.

"Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer." I say As I put my purse over my shoulders, Put my shoulder bag over my left shoulder and sling my backpack on my right shoulder. "Yikes." Dean says as I turn to face him. "And get this. Hird local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married." I say. "Ahh. Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet." He smirks.

"More like the Shining." I wink. "All right, well I guess we'd better have a look." He says as he starts stuffing his things into his duffel bag.

~PRISON INTERVIEW ROOM~

"Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer." The man scoffs as he leans back in the hard metal chair, resting his hands that are handcuffed in front of him on his lap.

"They're lining up the firing squad." I say as I sit on the table, folding my right leg over my left, my tight black skirt hitching up my thigh a little bit, leaving the guy trying his best to peer between my thighs.

"I'm pleading guilty pretty lady." He says. "All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all." I say as I rest my right hand on the table a little bit behind me so I can lean a little. His eyes dart from still trying to get a glimpse between my legs to my chest, licking his lips.

"Eyes over here asshole." Dean snarls. I smirk as I look over at him and see him glaring down at the man in the hand cuffs, his arms crossed, fingers digging into him, his jaw clenched in anger/jealously. If Dean was a cartoon character there'd be steam comin gout of his ears.

The man gulps but tries to hide his fear of Dean. I roll my eyes, thinking what a pussy. "Mr. Benson. Please." I say trying to focus everyone back in on why we are actually here. "What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me." He says, gritting his teeth.

"Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?" I ask causing a very confused look to appear on his face. "Like something possessed you to do it?" Dean asks causing the man to now look at him, like we are both wack jobs.

"I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear." He shrugs. "Why'd you di it?" I ask, sitting up straighter on the table as I cross my arms, looking down at him with confusion.

"I don't know. I loved her. We were happy." He sighs. I reach into my shoulder bag and pull out some papers. I stand up and place the papers lined out in front of him and I lean over him a bit and point to a bill. "Nine G's." I say as I look back at him. "That's a pretty hefty bill." I say as I turn and lean against the table, half sitting on the edge of the table a little bit, crossing my arms.

"Where did you get that?" He asks in shock, his widen eyes looking back at me. "Doesn't matter. We have it. See, ertain charges, ones you don't want the missus to know...they show up under shady names like 'M & C Entertainment." I say.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He scoffs. What is up with men and lying?! "Like dropping plastic at a nudie bar for instance." Dean chuckles, causing me to roll my eyes. "We just want know the truth, Mr. Benson." I say. "Her name was Jasmine." He sighs, eyes glued to his fingers that his twiddling with. "She was a stripper?" I ask, causing Dean to burst out laughing and I give him an 'are you serious right now, kind of look. "Her name is Jasmine for crying out lud, of course she is a stripper." Dean chuckles.

"I didn't mean for it to happen." Mr. Benson says sadly and my eyes dart from glaring at Dean to look at Mr. Benson to focus on to what he is saying. "I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was." He says, letting all the truth fall out of his mouth.

"Jasmine." I say and he nods, biting hsi bottom lip. "She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect, just everything I ever wanted." he says, dreamily as he stares of into space, with a small grin on his face.

"Well you pay enough and anybody will be anything." Dean says and Mr. Benson looks up at Dean, taken back like what Dean just said was a hit to the gut. "It wasn't about the money. It wan't even about the sex. It was...I dunno. I...I don't know what it was It's hard to explain." He says, shaking his head in defeat.

"And your wife found out?" I assume. "No, she never had a clue." He breathes out. "Then why'd you kill her?" I press. "For Jasmine." He says to me, looking at me with determination in his eyes and like what he just said is completely sane and normal.

"Muertos." Dean says under his breathe only for me to hear. "Afterwards, Hasmine and I were supposed to meet and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot." He cries and put his face in his hands.

"And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?" I scoff. "What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did. And I don't know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself." He cries and I look at Dean who is cringing at this guy, most likely thinking his head how is this guy even a man.