Milan

"I..I think that you're a loser. You loser loserton." I pointed the controller at him.

"I think you're drunk." He grinned.

"I am not drunk." I grinned. "I am just mildly intoxicated."

He frowned. "That doesn't make it any better."

"Uh-huh... Uh-huh... 'cause...sssee here!" I stood up off the bed. "I am perfectly fine."

He pursed his lips. "Oh yea? Walk a straight line."

"I wil- Agh!" I fell forward on my first step. "Okay...I am heavily intoxicated."

"Ya think." He helped me up. "This is the last time I'm playing a drinking game with you. You're a lightweight."

"Ummm... I'll have you know Se-ñor Tor-res." I jabbed my finger in his chest. "I got drunk after my sixth glass."

"Which is about this small!" He made a two inch space between his index and his thumb.

"Lo que sea." I muttered as I laid on his bed.

He sat on the floor leaning his back against the bed. "You mad, baby girl?" He waggled his eyebrows at me.

"No, I'm drunk, duh." I rolled my eyes.

He laughed. "Really? I didn't notice."

I laid on my back with my head next to his. "You know what, I don't...l-like your tone. You and your handsome face is getting on my nerves."

"Did you just call me handsome?" He asked.

"Duh...any person with good working eyes can tell that you're hawt." I turned on my stomach and propped myself up on my elbows. "You have the smile, the height, the frickin' cute dimples, and big feet." I grinned. "You know what they say about big feet right?"

"Quiete tú boca." He laughed.

"

Don't tell me to shut my mouth. Rude." I poked his cheek.

"Newsflash... I already did." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and he smiled knowing that I had nothing else to say.

I turned again to lay on my side. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of mint and pine..

"Jack." "Hm?"

"Thank you for fun... I need fun. Fun is good." I grinned. "You're fun. Fun is fun."

"You're welcome." He chuckled.

"What are you two doing?" I heard that guy growl from the door.

Jack

M

ilan stayed in her spot and I just looked at his glowering figure in the doorway.

"We were drinking and playing video games. What were you doing?" Milan asked bluntly.

"Looking for you for the past three hours." He growled then he looked at me. "Is she drunk?"

"No." She said. "Yes." I hissed.

He groaned. "Why. Why?"

"The thing is that we...we were playing a 1 on 1 shooting game and each time you lost, we had to drink-"

"And we played at least 50 rounds." I cut in.

"And I lost 15 but drank more. I won!" She giggled.

"She's such a lightweight. She got drunk after six shots." I rolled my eyes.

"Milan. Come here." Dean said calmly.

"Why?" She sat up and looked at him.

"Because I told you to. Come here now." He pointed to a spot in front of him.

"She's not a child or pet Dean." I glared at him.

"Jack. Shut up." He hissed. "Milan, ven aquí."

"No. I don't want to. Do you know why?" She shook her head. "Because you're mean and scary. And you don't care about my feelings."

Here's the truthful, drunk Milan that I heard about...

His expression softened. "Milan I-"

"Hush I'm not finished. You act like I'm some pet that you can put a leash and collar on. As kinky as you are, you would like that, but I'm here to tell you that I don't like it."

My mouth twitched when she called him kinky. It took everything in me not to laugh.

She took a deep breath. "Just...just let me stay here and have fun...can you do that? You don't...deserve me at the moment. You've been a bad WoofWoof. Bad." She said to him like she was speaking to a puppy.

I snickered and he glared at me. "Mila-"

"Shhhh...bad WoofWoof... Go to your room." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're mean and you've been a butt. So go...shoo shoo." She made a dismissive hand gesture and soon started to fall asleep.

Okay...that's when I lost it. I laughed. Loud and hard. She just laid there uncaring and he looked at me and shook his head.

"As much as I want to be mad right now, I can't." He smiled. "Jack...sigh... I'm going to kill you later. And I'll be back to check on her."

I nodded. "I'll leave my schedule open for my death, boss."

He smiled and walked away. I slumped up against the bed.

What am I doing? I can't do this to her... She'd hate me and I'll definitely die either way... This is so frustrating.

A smell of roses and berries hit my nose, pulling me from my thoughts she sat next to me with her head on my shoulder.

"Jack, I know this I'd hard for you, do what you must." She said quietly.

Her words kind of unnerving. "Wh-what do you mean?" I asked.

"Jack... I can't really tell you how I know this, but I know that you have a plan in motion to have me kidnapped."

I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off with her hand. "Let me finish. It depends on your life and I'll handle Dean when this whole thing blows over and I forgive you."

I buried my face in my hands. "Milan I'm-"

She kissed me on the cheek. "Hush. This is a game if survival and you're doing what's going to help you survive. I get that. Now I'll go back to pretending that I'm in a drunken stupor and you can call Elliot in here. I'm a big girl I can handle myself." She said as she laid back on the bed.

"You were never drunk?" I looked at her. "Nope." She grinned as she popped the 'p'.

I sighed and stood up. I walked over to my window and tapped it. It slid open and in climbed Elliot.

"Took you long enough. Ready?" He asked. I nodded. "Sorry about this though I really am."

He took the handle of his gun and hit me across the head with it. Pain coursed throughout my head before everything went dark.

*-*-*-*-*-*

"Jack! Jack wake up!"

I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. My head ached and I touched it gingerly and felt blood.

Damn he hit hard...

"Jack...look at me. What happened?" He helped me up.

I blinked a couple of times. "I think he sent someone to take her." I said quietly.

"TO DO WHAT?!" He bellowed.

"She's gone, Dean. One moment I'm standing the next I'm knocked out." I said quietly.

"IM GOING TO KILL HIM! YOU HAD ONE JOB JACK! ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HER YOU'RE NEXT!"
He stormed out of the room.

I thought for sure he was going to punch me.