Cowboys and Angels

12. Black

"No, Sam, you said it was something."

"Yeah... uh... it's not," Sam lied. "I was wrong, sorry."

"I can help."

"Cas... we tried that."

"Sam... you can't blame what that demon did to your shoulder on me; you were out of..."

"I'm not, I'm not blaming anything on you. What happened, happened, and... you need to be worrying about yourself. I really shouldn't have bothered you."

"How are you, Sam?"

"Good. I'm all right. I'm just... tired, you know. Be better when I get him back... after... after I kick his butt."

"I miss him."

"Yeah."

"Why would he just disappear?"

"Who says he had a choice?"

"Well then, who wrote the notes? If there's any chance... any chance at all that Dean is still..."

"Still... even remotely Dean?"

Sam hung up and looked with worried and sad.

BAR

Dean sang badly, ""I'm too sexy for my love; too sexy for my love; love's going to leave me.""

The crowd booed at Dean's terrible singing, but he didn't care. He smiled at a waitress, Anne-Marie. She acknowledged him with a smile as she walked by. Crowley was sitting at a table in the bar, talking to two other men.

Dean sang even more off key. ""I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts. And I'm too sexy for Milan; too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan.""

"Turn it off!" a girl cried.

Dean took a swig from his beer bottle. "Everybody!"

Dean, in bed, rolled off Anne-Marie. They were covered by a bedsheet and looked very satisfied.

"Okay. Wow!" Anne-Marie breathed. "What time is it? Daryl's going to kill me if I'm late from my break again."

Dean reached over to look at the clock. "Oops. Heh-heh-heh."

Anne-Marie sat up and hurriedly got dressed. "Damn! I told you to hurry it up! But then you had to go and do that thing with the... thing."

"Oh, you mean that thing you were begging me for?"

"Begging you to hurry up, maybe."

"Well, let's not argue about good sex."

"It was good, wasn't it?"

"Mmm-hmm... just uh...don't get too excited, you know. Or too attached... 'cause I'm just... rollin' through."

"You know, there's about a million other ways you could have said that."

The door opened revealing a perturbed-looking Crowley.

"Whoa!" Dean cried.

"Whoa? What's going on here?" Crowley asked.

"What's it look like?"

"In my bed?"

"What?" Dean looked around and shrugged. "Oh yeah... heh-heh."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Get a room, you," Anne-Marie said.

"Had a room... until you two soiled it," Crowley replied.

"Love you, Crowley."

"Love you more... sweetheart."