Chased by the rain, kissed by the rain   von loire
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Dean Winchester was running. He wasn’t hunting something nor was he chased by
the police. No, he was running from the rain.
He wasn’t getting wet from it until now, and he would prefer to stay dry. But
he felt chased by the rain since it had started.
It had started to rain right away the moment he had left Sam and their motel
behind. And he had thought the bar was easier to reach then it was to head back
and drive to it with his baby. Now he pitied himself a bit. When they arrived he
had seen the bar and thought it was less than a block to the motel. That was the
only reason he had chosen to walk in first place. But it seemed to him, that he
now was running more than a block, so far with an easy drink and maybe picking
up a girl.
He cursed himself under his breath and went for a sprint when he saw the signs
of the bar.
Dean sorted his clothes when he stepped into the bar. With one look he checked
out who were there. It was just the usual drinker and some gambler. No sweet
girls, bad for them, good for the gambler. Because he would strip them some of
their unneeded money.
But first he ordered himself a drink and just watched the others.
Sometimes, when he thought about it, it sounded like irony that they now had
something to call home but still made money the way Dad had shown them. Then
again he had no problem with playing with some poor guys with a boring life. Or
faking some IDs for credit cards.
He poured down his first drink pretty fast. And ordered the next right away. By
the time the drink came he was chatting with a guy who had sat down next to him.
 
 
He was running. It felt like he was running for about a mile now.
But he was unable to stop. He felt too much like he was chased. His instincts
told him to keep on running and to find a safe place. At the best a place where
he could contact his brother.
Dad’s long training had deployed when he felt watched. But it was pointless
since he couldn’t find the trigger. He still felt watched and that way he
wouldn’t stop running until he felt safer. That was the way they had done it
thousands of times until now and it had worked.
His brain was working on two things at the same time, a good achievement looking
at how fast it had switched from sex and drinks to alert.
The first and most important thing in his mind was to find the safe place; a dry
place would be nice too. He felt rain drops every now and then in his neck.
The minor, second thought was the question, who or what could be hunting him NOW
again. It had no reflection, not in a mirror nor a window or his hip flask,
nothing became visible through a mobile camera and heck, and he couldn’t even
see something when he looked over his shoulder.
Something blinked and caught his eyes. He ran right through the door next to it.
And maybe, just maybe, had a part of his brain still clung to the plan of drinks
and sex.
Because before he even fully realized it, he was blend into a group of young men
and ordered a beer.
He took a deep breath and checked if he still felt chased.
With the moment his beer came, he knew, he felt less chased but still a little
watched which might be because he was in a bar with many people.
He paid the beer, followed the group until he found an empty chair and sat down
to think about what happened.
Honestly he had no clue. He had felt observed quickly after he had left the
motel. The bar he had wanted to enter was just two houses crossways the street
and so he had thought about making the way by foot, but then this feeling came
up and he changed his way, turned some times around corners, started to run and
paced down his steps again just to start running once again. Nothing helped
against the feeling and he had tried every method he knew to find out where it
came from.
He took a drink from his beer and checked the front door of the bar again. But
now he couldn’t pin point from where he might be watched. He took another sip.
Maybe he was just overworked and needed a little break from all this hunting and
the demons and stuff. It became really troublesome at least.
A new group of men entered the bar and his instincts kicked back in. The door
was still open; he could see men retreat from the rain that went in.
He pulled out his mobile. His fingers typed in his brother’s number while he
took another sip and double-checked the bar for his possible pursuer.
After some ringing someone took up at the other end.
“Dean, I thought you are out to have some fun and you didn’t want to hear
from me for a while.”
“That was the plan. Listen, something crazy is going on here. I don’t know
what it is but it’s after me. You have to come and help me.”
“Is that one of your tricks again? I already told you I don’t want to go out
tonight.”
“No, I tell you, there is SOMETHING.” Dean whispered the last word
vigorously. Maybe it was too loud because someone from a table nearby turned
around. “Here could be something for you too, Darling.” He cooed.
“…cause I’m not going to help you with a girl again.” Was all he could
here from Sam.
“It’s not that. It’s more like a thing, Sam. I think it’s a job.” Dean
answered.
From the other table came comments about him being rude to call someone a thing.
And something about human rights but Dean didn’t care now.
He stood up and made his way slowly to the restrooms in hopes to find there a
second exit.
“Sam, you wouldn’t believe me over the phone. So come and tell me whether
I’m wrong or not.” He said in the phone. Without hearing all of Sam’s
answer he ended the call and reached the restrooms.

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