CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: THOSE CURSED EYES
———"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WON'T WORK BOBBY?" Sam asked to the old man on the phone, he was tapping his foot on the ground as he listened to Bobby on the other end, then said, "It's a demon-dispelling ritual."
Across him in the diner's booth was Selene, who dared to say, "Maybe he got the translation wrong?"
The second the words left her mouth and hit the phone, Sam had to pull it away from his ear slightly as Bobby's shouting could be heard through the entire diner. Selene flinched at the shouting, like a kid in trouble, because she was.
"We—maybe we got the translation wrong." Selene corrects quickly, Sam nodded his head urging her to just take the fall for it. It seemed to work, as Bobby quieted down and Sam was able to bring the phone back to his ear.
Sam and Bobby talk a bit more for a few minutes, just as the waitress brought their food over. Putting a plate of fries in front of them, something to munch on as they discussed important matters.
Just as Selene eats a fry, Sam holds out the phone towards her and she shakes her head. Yet Sam shoves the phone closer to her, practically forcing it in her hand, Selene sighs as she reluctantly brings it up to her ear.
Quickly Bobby says, "Don't go blaming me for this kid." His voice stern and demanding, and she knew she had insulted him.
"Bobby, I'm sorry I didn't mean to—" Selene started, but her words were cut short by Bobby stopping her. Telling her it was fine, because he seemed to understand suddenly. As if he was already done being mad at her.
She was confused at his sudden switch up, that was until he started speaking again, "Sam told me what you said to them the other day. Also told me you've been avoiding talking about it since."
Selene looks at Sam, narrows her eyes a little as she them mouths the word, 'Snitch'. Sam just shrugs as he eats a few fries.
It was true, she's changed topics every time it was brought up. Sam tried to talk to her, but before he ever got a word out she'd claim to be busy, use the bathroom or leave to go get food. Even if they had just eaten. It was easy to tell when Sam wanted to have a serious talk, she sensed it coming a mile away, it was easy to avoid the crash when she knew it was coming.
As for Dean, he was easier, he didn't really want to talk about it as much. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to make her feel better because there was nothing he could do. He's accepted his fate, and the consequences that came with it.
Yet, things haven't been the same between the two of them for the past few days, it felt like Dean was walking on egg shells around her. He thought space is what she wanted, but in doing so, he's given her more room to be upset.
"Talk to those morons. There isn't any time for you to be pissing around mad, you'll regret it one day." Bobby advised her, his words sitting deep inside her and messing up all sorts of things. She didn't want to do it, but he was right—he was always right.
"I'll try." Selene told him, that was the best she could say, that's all she could do. Was try. "See ya, Bobby."
Selene hung up the phone after Bobby said his goodbyes, she handed the phone back to Sam across from her, as she avoided his eyes. Turning to look out the window for people passing by, as if waiting for one of them to be Dean so he could come stop the conversation Sam was thinking of starting in his head.
Dean was out checking out a potential case, while Sam and Selene stayed back to 'eat' when they actually were trying to find a way to still save Dean. One that would save Dean as well as them.
"Selene, can we talk about it now?" Sam questioned kindly, closing the book of notes he had been taking, it had scribbles of ideas to save Dean and most of them were already scratched off.
Lightly Selene shook her head, "There's nothing to talk about, Sam." Selene tried to shut down, trying to make it clear that she doesn't want to bring it up. Nothing could would come from talking about it, although Sam thought differently.
But he didn't get a chance to push when suddenly there was two bodies entering their space. These two people sliding inside the booth, one next to Sam and the other next to Selene. The first one Selene noticed was the one across from her, and she recognized the woman next to Sam immediately.
It was the woman from before. The one who saved Sam and Selene's live from the seven sins. Which could only mean one thing—Selene knew who was sitting beside her. Still, she turned her head to look over at him, his smug look as he was already looking at her. HIs arm resting on the booth behind her as he invading her personal space, as if he was familiar with it—with her.
As a reaction, Selene quickly reaches for her gun in her pants, but the man moved just as quick. Coming away from the back of the booth, he reached down, putting his hand over hers and removing it from the gun's grip. Selene tried to resist, but he was stronger as he forced her hand away.
Yet he never let go of her, instead his brought her hand to her own tight, where he rested both of their hands. His fingers slightly squeezing her jean covered thigh, holding her hand away from her weapon. His hand was heavy on her body, like a weight that was crushing her, a weight that was holding her down as she was unable to move.
"We just wanna talk." The man said to her, his voice low and slightly raspy as she turned to look at him. Their faces extremely close, she could feel his breathe on her skin, his eyes were burning into hers as she was forced to look away. Staring at Sam, who was intensely watching the interaction.
"You've been following us since Lincoln." Sam pointed out, trying to bring the man's focus away from Selene and towards him—which worked for the time being.
The man just smirked a little, as if he was unfazed by Sam's statement, he wasn't even going to try and deny it. With his grip on Selene's thigh, he started to pull her leg towards him some more, actively spreading her thighs apart as he said, "Don't worry, we're not gonna hurt you guys."
Selene reached quickly, using her other hand and grabbing the knife on the table in front of her. The motion happened quickly, as Selene was stabbing it down into the seat, right in the space between the man's crotch. The sound of the blade piercing the leather shocked him the most, making him jump slightly and look down.
If he even moved in inch, she would've stabbed him, if he slide down even slightly, he'd feel the knife pressing against him. Seeing it made him let go of Selene all together, as if he forget all about touching her because he understood what she was getting at.
Her hand still on the blade, making sure he knew she had full control of with it went, Selene looked at him. Her eyes narrowed and angry as she spoke back to him, voice low and dangerously, "No promises we won't hurt you."
With that being said, Selene pulled the knife out of the booth seat, placing it causally back onto the table like nothing happened. Sam saw it, his eyes searching Selene as he asked with words if she was okay, and she nodded. She had it under control, no one was going to touch her. Not this one.