Secrets
Characters: Dean, Sam, You
Word Count: 780
Warnings: Substance Abuse
23 days, 7 hours, 25 minutes. That’s how long it had been.
Sam seemed to have kicked his habit just fine. But for you. It was so much harder. What was even more difficult was hiding it from the boys. You and the boys haven’t had a demon to hunt in so long it was getting ridiculous. What can a girl do around here to find a damn demon??
Your head was throbbing, your heart pounding to the point you felt faint. No matter how well you thought you were hiding your plight, Dean seemed to know something was up with you. He had been watching you like a hawk on the drive back from the hunt. You had to do something about this and fast.
“Hey, guys. I think I’m gonna head to the bar down the road. I’m still feeling kinda antsy,” you said walking through the motel room door, setting your bag on the table. Sam just looked at you bewildered. “Yea I think I’ll go with. Sounds like a good idea,” Dean replied. You panicked. As much as you hated to admit, you had a demon “friend” you could call for the hookup when you got desperate. You couldn’t very well go meet up with said “friend” with Dean breathing down your neck.
“No!” You quickly reeled yourself back. “I mean… you’re tired. You don’t want to hang out with boring old me.” Now Dean was full-on staring at you like you had three heads. He hesitated a moment, picking his words. “Ok… well, you know my number if you need me. Don’t hesitate to call. Ok?”
“Sure. Of course. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.” With that you grabbed your phone, hurrying out of the door to avoid further scrutiny. You walked a little way and quickly texted your hookup, getting your answer almost immediately.
Hey girl. Long time no see. I’ll be there in 20.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you continued walking the two blocks to the bar.
Forty-five minutes later, you walked out from the back alley of the bar. You had your fill and your two flasks for later. Feeling immensely relieved, your head was abuzz. Every cell in your body was vibrating with energy. You were on your way to the front door of the bar to grab a couple of beers and head back to the motel when a hand caught your elbow.
Your body whipped around, coming face to face with Dean.
“What the fuck, Y/N?! What were doing in the back alley of a bar with some serial killer looking dude?”
You sputtered a moment in your complete shock. Damn it! You should’ve known Dean would follow you but you were too anxious to get your fix. “It’s my business who I take out behind the bar and...what I do with them!” Your reply falling flat. Yea that was a pretty weak comeback.
“Baby. Now.”
Crap. Dean used that voice. You were in for it now. You climbed into the front seat, slamming the door, earning another angry look from Dean. He peeked his head into the door of the bar probably looking for the guy but he was long gone.
Dean opened the driver’s door just as you were stuffing your flasks into the bottom of your purse. He closed his eyes and huffed out a sigh. “Y/N. What are you really up to? Please don’t lie to me. Let me help you. I know something is up.”
Your first instinct was to lie but the exasperation in his voice with undertones of worry made you think again.
Shit.
“Ok. Ok.” You took a deep breath trying not to chicken out. “You know Sammy’s deal with Ruby right?” You couldn’t make yourself come out and say it so you skirted around it hoping he would understand.
His face dropped. He definitely understood.
“I’m so sorry. I wish I weren’t like this. I don’t want to be like this.” Your tears were flowing freely now in your shame and helplessness.
“It’s gonna be ok. We can talk to Sam about this. I think he would have some good insight for you.”
You just sniffled and looked at your hands in your lap. Dean gently tipped your chin so you were looking at him. His green eyes were shining with tears. “We’ll get through this. Together. Ok?” Barely finding your voice, you squeaked out an “ok”.
Starting the Impala and pulling out on the street, he looked over at you with a subtle smirk.
“Well, we may have to wait till morning cause Grandpa in there is probably already asleep.” You snorted at that.