Chapter Eleven
11.)Chapter Eleven
The man is taller than Salvatore, though not by much. He has short dark hair, and the kind of looks that has girls swooning. There is something odd about him, though. Something dark and altogether terrifying. Dean doesn’t understand where the fear is coming from. It’s just some stupid, twenty - something dude.
“You going to introduce me to your friend, Zach?” There’s a threat behind his words as he places a hand across Salvatore’s shoulder. Dean spots a huge, gaudy ring on his finger. He raises an eyebrow at it and the smile he receives is snake-like.
“Family heirloom.” The man explains. He lifts his arm from Zach’s shoulder and offers it to him. “I’m Damon. Zach’s … cousin.”
The hesitance makes Dean glance at Salvatore - Zach. Zach is pale, like he’d seen a ghost. Despite his better judgment, Dean takes the mans hand. The grasp is cold, almost shocking with the temperature. Dean jerks his hand back, frowning up at the man.
“Uh,” He says awkwardly. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too, Dean.”
Dean stiffens. He doesn’t remember giving up his name. The fact that this man knows it - despite that - freaks him out. Maybe he was just being paranoid. The way Zach is looking between the two of them, like he expects some kind of fall out, makes Dean weary. This whole thing was weird.
“You’ll have to excuse the intrusion,” Damon says, returning to wrap an arm around Zach’s shoulder again, “Me and Zach here, have something to discuss. He’ll have to catch up with you later.”
Dean frowns. Zach looks trapped and Dean doesn’t like the idea of leaving him alone. He makes his decision then and there. With a nod, he shoves his hands into his pocket. “No problem,” He says, “I can wait.”
Damon looks at him, a small smirk curling the corners of his lips. “Sure you can,” he says, “but this is family business. I’m sure you know what I mean, Dean-o.”
Dean glares at Damon. He doesn’t like the nick name, doesn’t like this man and doesn’t like the way Zach seems frozen in his grasp. “I don’t remember telling you my name.”
Damon gives him a toothy smile. “Jenna is louder than she thinks she is.” He offers.
“You know her?”
“Sure.” Damon says. “Kid, we’ve got things to do. So, if you don’t mind, make like a runt and skedaddle” he makes a running motion with his free hands fingers as he says the words.
The warning squeeze on Zach’s shoulder doesn’t escape his view, and Dean peers up at Zach. The boy shrugs helplessly, “Don’t worry about it.” He says, “We’ll catch up at school.”
Dean doesn’t like the thought of leaving Zach with Damon but he doesn’t have anything that proves Damon is anything other than a jack-ass cousin. He nods, backing out the door. “You know where to find me.” He says.
Zach nods but Dean isn’t really gone. The moment he is able, he finds the nearest window. He can’t see anything. Zach and Damon are out of view and he can’t spot them in the living room. There is a crash from inside. It makes Dean jump back several steps. Then, silence. The silence stretches into a pregnant pause and it makes Dean’s bones coil.
Dean waits several heart beats before he makes his move. He opens a window, surprised to find that it isn’t locked and crawls in. Zach is in the other side of the room, flat on the floor as he rubs his neck.
“You okay man?” Dean asks, extending his hand to help Zach up.
“You make a habit of breaking into people’s home?” Zach counters.
Dean snorts. “You don’t know the half of it.” He tells the boy honestly. “Where’s your … cousin?”
“Gone.” Zach helps himself up. “Look, Winchester, I need a favor.”
“Oh, now he wants my help.” Dean says. “What happened to ‘none of my business’?”
Zach sighs. “Look,” he says, dusting himself off, “I need to make a trip out of town. You want to come or not?”
Dean blinks at Zach. “Um,” He says, “Sure, but I gotta let Sam know first.”
“My brother.” Dean explains when Zach gives him a blank look.
“Oh, sure. No problem. You can use my phone.” Zach says.
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