Who: Lindsey McDonald, Dean Winchester, Elliot Spencer, Andrea Rojas What: One Scumbag down Where: The area around the club Gwen's been working in Rating: PG for violence Status: In progress
It was true that all this would probably do was make him feel better. The scumbag was likely to recover and keep dealing. Or come back for revenge. But there was a possibility he'd get scared enough to stop. Either way there'd be other dealers. Other people to pick up the slack. But not with Raiden. She was done, and it would be hard, and she'd hate him a lot of the time but she'd do it. Her friends at the club he'd passed. Not so much. But they weren't his problem. She was.
He couldn't deny he was furious she'd gone that extra step. Though he'd hated her cocaine. What had made him give her the chances, the two weeks that had streched into three and then four. Lindsey knew what Dean's theory had been but that was ridiculous and verging on oversharing.
There were no vibes with him and Raiden. How could there have been vibes? They'd long since passed into just friends, workmates once, and then he'd left without so much as a goodbye to her. And returned to hook up with Eve. And he did care about Eve. She wasn't here of course but that shouldn't have mattered. The idea that there were vibes with Raiden...
She was good looking, there was no denying that, and fun to be around, when she wasn't screwing herself up. And he cared about her. He wouldn't be here otherwise.
He paused outside a shop, looking at his watch. It was nearing eleven. The others would be here soon, all going to plan. He'd left his sledgehammer at home for this one, not wanting to kill the guy. But four of them should do some damage.