Take me away: Chapter 2
Hey everybody, that's my chapter 2 and I hope you'll enjoy it. If you like listening to music while reading, I have a suggestion! I wrote this while listening to ''Babe, I'm gonna leave you'' from Led Zeppelin Here's the link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrVDViSlsSM (That's the song Dean is listening in his car)
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As the classic rock ringtone resonated in the bedroom, Dean almost fell down of the bed, with surprise. While he was seeking for his cellular and touching around him, blinded by the darkness of the early morning, Dean let out a ''Shit!'' and strongly hoped that Casey would not wake up. He always hated when he had to explain to the girls that they would never meet again, and it felt even worst with Casey, for a strange reason. After endless seconds, he finally reached his phone and collapsed with relief on the bed, as he answered ''What the hell man? It's 5h30 in the morning!'' said Dean, as he looked at the clock flashing the hour in red, next to the bed.
''Another boy had disappeared this morning. Where are you?'' answered Sam.
''On Reagan's Street, near the bar called Lucky. I'll come to pick you up to the motel in a few'' said Dean, for only answer, before hanging up on his brother.
Faint sunbeams were trying to enter in the room through the window curtains and illuminating slightly Casey's face. Dean glance at her. She looked so peaceful; however, he knew that it was only in her sleep because he could feel that she was all broken inside and only dreams could anesthetise her pain. He knew it because he felt like this too. His journey to hell had changed him. Even in his dreams, he could not have the peace that he deserved because the nightmares, about the torture he suffered from and carried on to others, was haunting him. Something inside him did not want him to let her go, but he knew better; nevertheless, he wasn't able to leave Casey's house without kissing her forehead, gently. He bended over Casey's body and leaned on the bed with one of his hand, before removing softly a strand of her hair that was covering a part of her mouth. Dean was forced to refrain himself of kissing lightly her perfect crimson lips. Why did she had this effect on him? She looked like a pure human being. He felt like he had to take care of her, comfort her and protect her from all the evil in this sick world. Instantly, he shook his head with disapproval. He had one rule and only one rule with chicks: Do not let the feelings interfere with the job. It was the only one condition he needed to respect and he did so. He pulled the sheets next to him and got off the bed, before bending forward to reach his jeans and shirt. Standing in the door frame, Dean stared once more time at Casey and sighed. After he left the room, he moved to the living room to get his leather jacket and went outside.
As he started the Impala's motor, he decided that a little bit of Led Zeppelin would be necessary for his trip to the motel. The rain started to pour on the town. The lapping of the water on the Impala's roof and windows mixed with the nostalgic song, creating a beautiful melody of sadness.
Babe, baby, baby, I'm Gonna Leave You.
I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
Why in hell was he so affected? She was just another chick. Why? Why she had to look in his eyes with such tenderness?
Baby, baby, I don't wanna leave you,
I ain't jokin' woman, I got to ramble.
Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I believin',
We really got to ramble.
He got to do his job and that was it. He couldn't live an apple pie life like everyone, period. It was frustrating him that he could not understand why this was so difficult. Each time he had slept with a woman, the goodbyes were never sad or hard. It was just normal for him that after the fun, the work followed and it was all. He knew he was doing the only thing he could have done but everything was telling him to go back there.
I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,
I can hear it callin' me back home!
Babe...I'm gonna leave you
Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you
Oh I can hear it callin 'me
I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?
I know I never never never gonna leave your babe
But I got to go away from this place,
I've got to quit you, yeah
Baby, ooh don't you hear it callin' me?
Woman, woman, I know, I know
Plenty of images of Casey, sleeping like an angel, were coming through Dean's head; her perfect swollen lips, half-opening from pleasure; her heavenly curves that drove him crazy; her beautiful bluish eyes piercing right through him; the pain in them when he shoved her against the bed. ''Fuck!'' said Dean, unable to make her disappear from his head.
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After Dean entered in the motel room, he slammed with strength the door and moved rapidly towards the bathroom. He turned the faucet and let the water come down the sink, wetting his hands, before passing them in his hair and face.
''Dean?'' asked Sam, a bit worried about his brother's unusual attitude.
''Yeah Sammy?'' said Dean, after a while, leaning on the corners on the sink.
''What's wrong?'' replied Sam, half-opening the bathroom door to see his brother.
''Just a rough night.'' explained Dean, lifting his head up and stretching his back.
''I hope that she was worth it because we have a long day ahead of us.'' said Sam, a grin on his face, while he was moving away from the bathroom.
''She was a real tigress...'' said Dean, trying to joke to hide his discomfort.
''Don't wanna know.'' said Sam's voice, in the background.
''How was your wild night with the librarian?'' asked Dean, mocking his little brother, as he got out of the bathroom.
''I'll tell you what I've found while we drive to the orphanage. Don't forget to dress up yourself.'' said Sam, as he replaced his tie and put on the dark blue jacket of his suit.
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As the classic rock ringtone resonated in the bedroom, Dean almost fell down of the bed, with surprise. While he was seeking for his cellular and touching around him, blinded by the darkness of the early morning, Dean let out a ''Shit!'' and strongly hoped that Casey would not wake up. He always hated when he had to explain to the girls that they would never meet again, and it felt even worst with Casey, for a strange reason. After endless seconds, he finally reached his phone and collapsed with relief on the bed, as he answered ''What the hell man? It's 5h30 in the morning!'' said Dean, as he looked at the clock flashing the hour in red, next to the bed.
''Another boy had disappeared this morning. Where are you?'' answered Sam.
''On Reagan's Street, near the bar called Lucky. I'll come to pick you up to the motel in a few'' said Dean, for only answer, before hanging up on his brother.
Faint sunbeams were trying to enter in the room through the window curtains and illuminating slightly Casey's face. Dean glance at her. She looked so peaceful; however, he knew that it was only in her sleep because he could feel that she was all broken inside and only dreams could anesthetise her pain. He knew it because he felt like this too. His journey to hell had changed him. Even in his dreams, he could not have the peace that he deserved because the nightmares, about the torture he suffered from and carried on to others, was haunting him. Something inside him did not want him to let her go, but he knew better; nevertheless, he wasn't able to leave Casey's house without kissing her forehead, gently. He bended over Casey's body and leaned on the bed with one of his hand, before removing softly a strand of her hair that was covering a part of her mouth. Dean was forced to refrain himself of kissing lightly her perfect crimson lips. Why did she had this effect on him? She looked like a pure human being. He felt like he had to take care of her, comfort her and protect her from all the evil in this sick world. Instantly, he shook his head with disapproval. He had one rule and only one rule with chicks: Do not let the feelings interfere with the job. It was the only one condition he needed to respect and he did so. He pulled the sheets next to him and got off the bed, before bending forward to reach his jeans and shirt. Standing in the door frame, Dean stared once more time at Casey and sighed. After he left the room, he moved to the living room to get his leather jacket and went outside.
As he started the Impala's motor, he decided that a little bit of Led Zeppelin would be necessary for his trip to the motel. The rain started to pour on the town. The lapping of the water on the Impala's roof and windows mixed with the nostalgic song, creating a beautiful melody of sadness.
Babe, baby, baby, I'm Gonna Leave You.
I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
Why in hell was he so affected? She was just another chick. Why? Why she had to look in his eyes with such tenderness?
Baby, baby, I don't wanna leave you,
I ain't jokin' woman, I got to ramble.
Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I believin',
We really got to ramble.
He got to do his job and that was it. He couldn't live an apple pie life like everyone, period. It was frustrating him that he could not understand why this was so difficult. Each time he had slept with a woman, the goodbyes were never sad or hard. It was just normal for him that after the fun, the work followed and it was all. He knew he was doing the only thing he could have done but everything was telling him to go back there.
I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,
I can hear it callin' me back home!
Babe...I'm gonna leave you
Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you
Oh I can hear it callin 'me
I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?
I know I never never never gonna leave your babe
But I got to go away from this place,
I've got to quit you, yeah
Baby, ooh don't you hear it callin' me?
Woman, woman, I know, I know
Plenty of images of Casey, sleeping like an angel, were coming through Dean's head; her perfect swollen lips, half-opening from pleasure; her heavenly curves that drove him crazy; her beautiful bluish eyes piercing right through him; the pain in them when he shoved her against the bed. ''Fuck!'' said Dean, unable to make her disappear from his head.
***
After Dean entered in the motel room, he slammed with strength the door and moved rapidly towards the bathroom. He turned the faucet and let the water come down the sink, wetting his hands, before passing them in his hair and face.
''Dean?'' asked Sam, a bit worried about his brother's unusual attitude.
''Yeah Sammy?'' said Dean, after a while, leaning on the corners on the sink.
''What's wrong?'' replied Sam, half-opening the bathroom door to see his brother.
''Just a rough night.'' explained Dean, lifting his head up and stretching his back.
''I hope that she was worth it because we have a long day ahead of us.'' said Sam, a grin on his face, while he was moving away from the bathroom.
''She was a real tigress...'' said Dean, trying to joke to hide his discomfort.
''Don't wanna know.'' said Sam's voice, in the background.
''How was your wild night with the librarian?'' asked Dean, mocking his little brother, as he got out of the bathroom.
''I'll tell you what I've found while we drive to the orphanage. Don't forget to dress up yourself.'' said Sam, as he replaced his tie and put on the dark blue jacket of his suit.