As It Was - Dean Winchester

Part 29

"Yeah, I'm on my way back to the boys right now," I spoke into the phone. The radio was turned down low, and I pressed my foot down on the pedal, excited to get back. 

"He didn't give you any trouble, right? Finn is known to be... I don't know, a lady's man?" Liam told me on the other end of the line. 

"It was fine. I got the new hex bags, but he couldn't figure out why my old ones stopped working. Said to be on the lookout for another witch." 

"I don't like the sound of that." 

"Yeah, well, I'm not that easy to find, and I've geared up."

"Just be careful. He wouldn't warn you if he didn't think it'd be necessary." Liam warned me. I hummed, thinking back to the handsome man with an Irish accent that'd made my new hex bags. He didn't look older than thirty but was probably three times as old as he looked. I took his warning seriously, paranoia sat in instantly, but I didn't need to worry Liam with that. 

"I'm sure it's fine. And like I said, I'm heading back to Sam and Dean." 

"Okay, call when you can, and please, Lo..."

"Yeah, I know, be careful. You already said that. I'm not reckless, Liam. Give it a rest." I could hear him sigh through the phone, and I rolled my eyes. "I'll call next time I turn my phone on. Love you." I hung up before he could protest and quickly pulled out the battery. 

I'd left the boys for what was supposed to be only a few days but turned into a whole week. At first, I saw it as a vacation; I needed some space away to sort out my feelings about what I'd told Sam. My drunken mind hadn't seemed to mind telling him, and it scared the crap out of me. But while the first night completely alone was kind of nice and gave me time for contemplation, the second night reminded me of how vulnerable I felt on my own. If something happened, I had no backup, and I had begun to follow my rules again religiously.

The absence of Dean in my bed every time I woke up made me feel things I hadn't expected. I missed him, and Sam, but I had to stay until Finn the Witch finished my hex bags before I could go back. Paranoia kept me from turning my phone on when I couldn't leave, and I had no safe way of communicating.

The second I got into my stolen car, I tracked the brothers down on my computer and left a voicemail that I was on my way. They weren't that far, only a couple of hours away in Milwaukee. 

I parked the car I had stolen in a parking lot close to the city center before making my way to the motel where a Mr. Norman Bates had checked in a few days prior. I silently cursed Dean's lack of discretion and made my way over to the room he and Sam had gotten. 

I unlocked the door and stepped inside with the key I'd gotten at the front desk. The room was empty, so I snooped around a bit to figure out what case the brothers were working. 

Papers were sprawled over the table, markings on a map circling a bank and a jewelry store and blueprints of the sewer system. It didn't take me long to figure out they were trying to figure out why two separate people robbed their workplace –the jewelry store and the bank circled on the map– and then took their own lives. After reading through the papers and their notes, I smirked to myself. I knew where they were and what they were hunting—a shifter.

With my gun filled with silver bullets hidden in the back of my waistline, I headed out to the last bank lined up on the same sewer line—the City Bank of Milwaukee.

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I walked into the building, looking around for the two tall men. My eyes scanned the room, but the brothers were nowhere to be seen, so I slowly walked down the stairs and to one of the desks to talk to a bank employee.