Demons || Dean Winchester [1]

Chapter 7

My head was spinning as I tried to process what Dean had just told me. So the person who had invaded my dream...was my mystery killer. I had so many questions but I just couldn't seem to force any words past my lips. Why would he even kill them? They weren't exactly special. If anything, they were ordinary, boring. And more importantly, how the hell was he able to even enter my dream? Through all my confusion, I managed to say one word aloud. "Why?"

Dean just looked at me with sad eyes. "I don't know."

"They...they never did anything wrong...why...what reason would he have to-"

I stopped talking when I felt Dean's hands cover mine which were currently clutching my knees. "I honestly don't know. But I promise you, I'll find out why and then I'll get that son of a bitch."

"But...he said-"

"I know what he said, but I guess we'll just have to take that chance."

"Do you not care about your life at all?" I asked, noticing how okay he was about doing something that would likely end with his death.

He just smiled, shaking his head slightly. "My life doesn't matter. All that matters is that we get that bastard."

"But-"

"No buts. Now are you with me on this or not?"

***

As I watched Dean flick through the frail pages of his father's journal, I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen as a result of our defiance. If that guy really was a demon, then I had no doubt that he would keep his word. And I know it sounded selfish, but I didn't want to be held responsible for someone's death. "Are you sure we should be doing this?"

Dean just looked at me, a serious expression on his face. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"What if-"

"What if he kills me?" He said, cutting me off. "Eva, it's been two days already. If he was gonna do something, he probably would've come here sooner. It's obvious he's watching us."

"But-" I was cut off when I suddenly felt my throat tighten and my mouth become dry. And just like that, I was unable to breathe, watching as Dean slowly realised I was in distress.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, leaning closer to me to grip my shoulders.

"I...I..." I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was sit there helplessly as my lungs shrivelled up inside me. But then, something more alarming happened. The taste of iron filled my mouth and I felt something warm coat my lips. It was blood. There was blood now spilling out of my mouth. And as this happened, I began to panic.

"Dean." I choked as I desperately clutched my throat. It wasn't long before the pain was too much and I collapsed back on the couch, Dean still hovering over me, trying to figure out how to help me. But as I stared up at him with desperate eyes, his face suddenly changed. He looked scared. And then I heard him, the man from my dream. The demon.

"This is your last warning." He said. "If you disobey me again, I'll have no problem killing you while she watches."

The demon seemed to have disappeared as I could now breathe again. It was painful, but I could breathe. And then I felt Dean's arms behind my back as he lifted me off the couch, and carried me out the door to his car. And shortly after getting in the car, I must've blacked out.

***

When I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the sting of my throat and the oxygen mask secured around my face. And once I heard a beeping sound nearby, paired with the white walls around me, I realised I was in the hospital. But as I looked around the small room, I noticed I was alone. I could've sworn it was Dean that brought me here, and I know we weren't exactly friends, but I thought he would've at least stayed until I woke up. I jumped when I heard the door suddenly click open, and I nurse walked in with a clipboard.

"Where's Dean?" I managed to say as I pulled the mask away from my face.

"I'm sorry, who?"

"He probably would've been the one who brought me in." I tried to explain to her but it was to no avail. "Uh...short brown hair? Wearing flannel?"

She just smiled. "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen anyone of that description here."

"Okay, thanks."

After the nurse left, my mother came rushing in, sitting down at the side of my bed. "Oh my god, what happened sweetheart?" She asked, tightly clutching my hand in hers.

I didn't know what to say, I couldn't just tell her a demon attacked me, she'd lose it. "Uh, I dunno. Must've had some type of reaction to something."

"You sure? Because it sounded really serious."

"Mom, I'm good." I assured her. "It was nothing."

***

Later that night, I found myself unable to sleep because whenever I closed my eyes, I could feel myself suffocating all over again. I'd never felt anything as painful in my life. And everything about what happened terrified me. I was dragged away from my thoughts when I heard the door click open. And I was surprised to see Dean coming into the room.

"Hey, uh...sorry I wasn't here." He whispered as he sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Where the hell were you?"

"Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, I kinda had to get away from here before anyone saw me...ya know like cops."

"Why?"

He took a breath before speaking. "I'm sorta wanted for murder."

"You're a murderer?"

"No, no I'm not." He said. "Everyone else thinks I am, but the truth is, that wasn't me."

"Well who was it then? Your magical twin brother?"

"It was a Shapeshifter." He said.

"A Shapeshifter."

"Yeah, it kinda stole my face and killed someone."

I just nodded, still trying to get my head around all this new information I'd been getting recently. "Great."