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Hell it had been one crazy night. And I can say that with complete confidence because I woke up on the floor, no shirt, a heart tattoo on my left ass cheek, and one of the worst top ranking hangovers of all time.
I know what you're thinking, Classic Dean, went out to some dive bar and took back a couple strippers, got layed, and wasted. No surprises.
Yeah okay, that happens sometimes, not all the time. And yeah, I'm saying that because I cant remember shit from last night. I dont even know where I am?! Well– scratch that– I know Im in Washington, in some kind of musty motel room, and I think I can see my car through the curtains... I mean, Ive woken up like this before. There's been worse scenarios. Im totally not panicking because I don't know where Sam is. Everything is just fine.
Just then, I heard a clatter coming from the bathroom. I had been sitting up wide eyed and concentrated on figuring out what the fuck had happened that I forgot about the possibility of someone being here in the room still–
I pull myself up from the bed, possibly too quickly as I shake my head trying to get my eyes to concentrate and get the headache back to the rear of my head.
Looking around the room, I find my shirt, my pants, one shoe, and what is most likely illegal drugs as I examine the room.
Just as I'm slipping a leg into a pant hole the bathroom door swings open and my eyes dart up to see who might have either rocked my world or given me hpv, then I hear the clacking of heels exit the tiled bathroom.
My gaze trailed up ward as the sound turned the corner. They were red heels, and further up, smooth–possibly waxed legs, a skin tight black cocktail dress, and bouncey blonde curls framing possibly the most sexy woman I'd ever seen. My jaw dropped, I noticed how chaped my lips were–and how red and plump hers were..
I shut my mouth and stood up straight, painting that hey there beautiful look on my face. "So–"
"Tell him he owes me the other half by friday or else David is going to fire his brother." The blond woman says, a thick Newyork accent and not even a glance in his general direction.
Taken back, and wiping off the expression I follow her clacking heels towards the door, "wait, wait, what are you talking about?"
As she opens the door to leave she turns and glares at me– must have been hate sex, I thought with a smirk.
"Just tell him that, okay honey?" She sighs and slams the door behind herself. A gust of wind almost like a slap to the face blows into my face. Feeling awkward, and now aware of my arms out in disbelief, I sigh, dropping my arms and pinching the bridge of my nose I turn to gather the rest of my shit.
Id gotten my clothes on, found some other things belonging to me, and fully thought surprises were over for the day until someone came walking out of the bathroom–
Without a thought I jolted for my gun, pointing it straight at the unknown man standing there infront of me,
"Woah man!–" He put his hands up in surrender, "Chill out, it's just me." With a chuckle he let his arms down and tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind his ear before slouching down to grab some things off the floor nonchalantly.
I slowly put down my gun, curiosity overpowering common sense of a stranger being in my hotel room. "Uh, sorry but– we know eachother?"
The man stops what he's doing and eyes me for a second, he looked skeptical–like he was thinking I might be joking. "Damn you really were wasted." He mumbles, throwing some clothes on the bed. Stopping again, eyeing me, now with a almost hurt expression. "Daryl, remember?" He asks rubbing a thumb over a shirt in his hands nervously.
Switching the weight on my feet I look around awkwardly, trying to puzzle together last night, the name was familiar, but there was nothing attached to it. "I guess I really was that wasted." I try a small smile, running a hand through my hair. "So, since I'm a dumbass with a drinking problem, mind filling me in?" The man gazes, I felt like I might actually be able to hear the gears turning in his head. I add on, "was that lady that left someone I hooked up with? Oh and she told me to tell you–I think. That–"
"You didn't hook up with her," He says over me, looking down to the floor then back to me, "I know what she wants, no need to repeat it." Now he sounded indifferent, turning away from me and stuffing random stuff into a douflebag.
"Well not to sound like a douche but, i had to have hooked up with someone, especially with the state this room is in." I chuckle expanding a hand to the room.
"Yeah. You did." There's that look again.
"Did she already leave, orrr–"
"She is standing right infront of you."
"Wha-" I begin to ask, my eyes darting around the room asking myself, did i miss something? Till I landed back on Daryl, his eyes intense as I looked at him. Then I suddenly understood it all.
I felt my face heat up, definitely unwillingly raised my eyebrows, and I think my heart skipped a beat, "OH." I say unnecessarily loud, clearing my throat, "Oh."
Daryl chuckled, a smirk growing on his face. Thats when I for real got a look at the guy, his hair was split down the side, covering half his face in strands, it covered his neck but didnt go further, broad shoulders–I think he might be more muscular than me, tattoos, sleeves cut, sun bleached worn out jeans, and worker boots.
And thats when I noticed the strong pain in my lower back.
I gulped.
Blinked hard.
"Did we....?" I ask, my voice sounding way more pathetic than I ment it to be.
He smiled, stopping his hands from rummaging through his bag to stare back at me, noticing the expression on my face he gawked, "first time with a dude I assume?"
"First– F–" I choked, laughing a little, "Yeah it's my first time! I- I like women, love them actually." I didn't think my face could get red and pale at the same time but it did, chuckling awkwardly I run a hand down my face. "I don't swing that way."
"Yeah me neither." He says calmly, ignoring my stress thats growing by the second.
"What?" I stop, hands firmly placed on the back of my head,
"I like women too, though you are pretty hot."
I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling stupid for freaking out so much. "How did this uh, happen?" I ask, a uncertainty in my voice. Daryl clears his throat, leaning against the bed, "We were playing pool, got to talking. You were the one flirtin, thought you were gonna get some of the bar homophobes in a mood for beating, so we walked to your hotel room, and fucked." He shrugs, as if it was just as plain and simple as buying a slice of pie.
"But– Ive never done that, like ever."
"Thanks?"
I nod in reply, arms stiff by my sides, the spinning in my head only getting worse.
Daryl gets up, hes slightly shorter but only by a few inches, and I could tell that because of how close he was to me, I took steps back, feeling my heart begin to race, he closed the space anyways. Licking his lips and leaning in slightly, "If you want I could try to jog your memory." He whispers, his voice was rough like gravel with a slight whine. Extending a hand to my chest, warmth spread through the fabric of my shirt, I felt a slight tingle run down my spine. I stay silent, shaking, I just stare into his piercing blue eyes–or were they green–I couldnt tell.
His eyes flickered down to my lips, though I didnt stop him as his nose brushed against mine, my fingers dug into the flesh of my palms as I looked down at him.
He closed the distance, our lips connected. it was soft, confusingly plush, and gentle, even as his stubble scratched slightly on my upper lip. My eyes stayed open, in shock, maybe I wanted to see it happen, I wasnt sure.
It felt oddly cold when he retreated, Daryls eyes fluttering open as he stepped away, he stood infront of me for a moment. Looking at the floor, then to me, then back to the floor, Then he turned to continue organizing his things in his bag.
I stood, slightly pressed against the wall, frozen, but my eyes followed Daryls movements.
"What- what was that?" I suddenly ask, sounding more angry than I ment to.
"It was a kiss, dumbass. Remind you of anything?" Daryl responded bitterly, continuing his rumaging which was now starting to look like an excuse to not look eye to eye with me. "Yknow, for someone who clearly hooks up alot–you kiss like a teenage boy when you're sober." He scoffs and throws his doufle over his shoulder, side eyeing me as he stood there.
"Are you kidding me–I've never kissed a MAN before, I- I've never wanted to either." I was pacing in the small space I had away from the hick, my mind a storm. Daryl chuckled, a smirk growing on his face. I stop pacing to face him, "What?!" I blurt, running a hand over my face.
"You definitely cant say never, especially since last night."
My mouth ajar I stare– "Sorry, I don’t know what the hell kinda dream you're living in but I know myself–alright–and I know for sure I'd never... whatever I'm getting out of here." I walk past Daryl avoiding eye contact. I knew I was in deep denial, but I was also in deep shit. I snatched my keys from the bed side table and B-lined for the door.
"Hey."
I stop. Contemplating leaving, and just pretending none of this happened, but I turn anways. "...what?"
"If this ever ends up meaning anything to you—" He roughly grabs my wrist and opens my palm leaving a small crinkled up peice of paper, "just call." He gives me one last look before he turned and walked back into the room. I tensed, gripping the paper in my hand and shoving it into my jacket pocket leaving the bedroom and walking to where my Impala was parked.
My heart was racing a mile a minute, regret was already pooling in my stomache as I stuffed my belongings in the trunk. Did I really need to be that big of an asshole?! How could someone be that calm and collected when they knowingly had sex with the same gender?!
Sliding into the leather seats and slamming the Impala’s driver-side door behind me and jamming the key in for a rough start. The car roared alive and I spent little time peeling out of there. It was only when I was on the road and far enough from that motel to get my brain to start working when I realized I was still separated from Sam.
I patted my pockets, only to feel that crumpled up paper making a small bump in my jeans. Pausing, I slowly reached for the paper, holding it in my hands like it had the same amount of importance as a gender reveal slip.
I glanced at it, somehow it looked pathetic sitting there in the palm of my hand. My bottom lip trapped under my teeth, I stuggled to open it. When I'd finally unraveled it, I brought it up to look at the writing.
Don't hate me. ### ### #### -Daryl
I sighed. My chest felt tight as I looked at the scraggly hand writing, somehow it looked exactly like how I would guess his handwriting would look like. And that made it much worse.
Taking a deep breath I opened the glovebox and threw it in, taking one of the phones out I dialed Sam's number.
Time to just put this shit behind me.