Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

21 | Trial and Error [ It Has Begun ]

Chapter 21 | Trial and Error [ It Has Begun ]

THE THUNDER TONIGHT was ruthless. It must've been hundredth thunder Dean heard as he walked out of the house by the sidewalk, putting on the glasses scorched with Holy Oil.

Dean looked around again. He had to adjust to the surrounding that were coloured blue because of the oil. The hellhound was nowhere to be seen, but muffled music from a distance caught his attention. He approached the barn.

I want you to love me,
when I feel down,
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me

He slid open the doors and continued to get closer to where the music was blasting from.

x x x

"You sold your soul," Cindy declared, "admit it."

Noah rolled his eyes, "Why the hell would you think I did that."

"Cause you're a walking corpse and you're married to a centrefold." She stated, disgusted. "I did the math."

"She likes money and I'm rich. Do it again." He narrowed his eyes, "You sing like crap, so explain the singing career."

"Hello— AUTO-TUNE!"

"All right, that's enough." Sam said, approaching the fighting duo, already wearing the glasses.

"Oh, is it, four-eyes? Is it enough?"

"I don't know." Clarissa growled, "You tell me, slut. Is it enough?"

She widened her eyes, "how dare you talk like that to me!!"

Clarissa smiled smugly, "Compared to everyone else here in the world, you're nothing else but a tiny tiny ant."

"I don't know why you even think one of us made the deal." Noah said, interrupting the two.

"Because you struck oil where there was none." Sam accused. "That didn't seem weird to you?"

"Margie," Alice muttered, "Margie used to say that if we were rich, we'd all be happy."

Noah scoffed, "right. Were the damn Waltons."

x x x

Dean pressed his ear against the door where the music seemed to come from. It was blasting, all right. Like a party was going on. Except, of course, there was no party.

He peered his head from the door and shook his head when he saw Ellie, dancing to the music and swaying her head, getting into the beat of the tune. He walked straight to the radio and shut it off. Ellie turned around and smiled when she saw Dean.

"Just in time, Romeo."

He neared her with his eyebrows still knitted together, "Ellie, are you okay?"

"I'm good," she says, running a hand across his muscular chest, "and I bet you're great." She closed the distance between their lips and kissed him with no hesitance. She tugged on his lip to tease, but Dean pulled away and laughed awkwardly, walking past Ellie and looked out at the window, "Okay, whatever happens, whatever you hear, you need to stay in here with that door locked. Sit tight, okay? This is going to sound crazy, but there is something evil out there."