Bottles
I smiled, I couldn't believe that he was here?
"Just a pick up." I leaned on the bar, using my arms to hold up my head and shoulders.
He stared at me, tucking hair behind my ears.
"I missed you." He replied.
"Me too, Jack."
He laughed, he was a good "friend" of mine back when I was 27, so about..8 years ago.
"Well, it's always nice to see you. How's hunting treating you?"
I sighed, I missed him.
"As good as it can, I'm going to pick up some guys from the American district, Winchesters."
"Ah."
Silence. Not good silence either, awkward silence. We haven't seen each other in so long, seeing as we left on horrid terms.. I felt bad for him.
Sean cleared his throat.
"I should..probably get you your...yeah."
He nodded lamely at the back room, he shyly shuffled to the back leaving me alone with my thoughts for a moment.
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"Y/n, please! I swear I keep him under control!" He screamed at me, as I held a knife to his throat.
"You shouldn't even have one to fucking begin with!"
He twitched, his eyes went black for a second before shaking it off.
"Please, I understand that this is different. But we-I can fix this."
I still love you.
"That is no excuse for gutting Felix, and Marzia. They were your friends our friends! You murdered them." I pushed the knife farther against his neck. "What stops me from doing the same to you?"
His breath hicked.
"I need you." His voice faded.
I lowered my knife, in an instant, his eyes went black. He tilted his head.
"He doesn't fucking need you."
I felt the handle of my knife become spongy under my grasp. I gripped tight and swung across his face. Sean reeled back in a hiss.
"Then I don't either."
I stormed out of the house, never looking back.
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"Hey, I have the drink you wanted."
"Huh? Oh, thanks."
I grabbed the bottle from the bar and Sean laid his hand over mine.
"I'm sorry."
"What are you-"
He kissed me, pulling part of me over the bar into him. I pushed against him to get away. But something was wrong, he was too strong.
I slid one hand into my back pocket, and grabbed my knife. I pushed him back with everything I had. He smashed against some bottles on the back shelf.
I jumped over the bar, diving the knife into his chest. I felt the tears fall from my face.
His eyes glazed over and he fell to the floor.
I wiped my eyes, grabbed the bottle from the counter and stormed out, wiping my knife on my shirt in the process.
I loaded the bottle into my bike and drove off.
Eyes being blinded by tears as I sped off down the busy streets.
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