Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

The Magnificent Seven (5)

The Magnificent Seven (5)

Kylie's POV

The sun began to shine over the pile of demonic corpses that didn't make it through the night, the flame sending heat to my face.

I glanced over my shoulder at Tamara where she stood staring over Isaac's dead body as it too burned in a hunter style grave.

Sam made his way over, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. "Think she's gonna be all right?"

Tears began to form behind my eyes threatening to spill. "No." I glanced up at him, my voice breaking. "Definitely not."

"Hey." Sam whispered softly, grabbing my chin and tilting it up. "What is going on with you?"

I bit my bottom lip, feeling as if I was ready to explode with emotions. "I'm all over the place Sam." I whispered. "Trying to save Dean, to keep him happy, making sure you don't hate me."

His eyes softened. "Kylie," His hand went to my cheek, "I can never hate you. Dean made his choices and honestly a part of me gets it."

"And the other part?" I whispered.

"Wants to hit him upside the head until he sees stars."

I chuckled, wiping my tears away from my cheeks.

"Kylie, Dean is happy being with you." He paused, his eyes searching my face. "He loves you." He whispered softly.

I stared up at Sam with confusion. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a secret meaning to his words. He looked at me with a familiar glint in his eyes one I had only seen in -

"Hey." Dean called causing Sam to quickly drop his hand away from my cheek.

I blinked a few times before shaking my head, hoping that what I had saw was just a figment of my imagination.

"Hey." I called back as my boyfriend came up to wrap his arm around my waist.

"You guys okay?" He looked between me and his brother with a crinkled brow.

"Yeah." Sam breathed out, running his hands over his jeans. "Just talking about Tamara."

"Yeah, I know. Poor girl."

Poor girl? Poor girl!?

That's what he thought? What was going to happen in a few short months when I was that poor girl?

Heavy boots hitting off of the wooden floor pulled me from my thoughts as Bobby came out looking totally exhausted.

"Well," Dean started as he pulled me closer, "you look like hell warmed over."

Bobby scoffed. "You try exorcising all night and see how you feel." He shot at Dean.

"Any survivors, Bobby?" Sam asked hopeful.

Bobby's face grew grim. "Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still . . ." He trailed.

"I'd rather have a lifetime of therapy bills than no lifetime at all." I sighed leaning against Dean's chest.

Dean pressed a comforting kiss to my head.

"Bobby," Sam started as he shifted in the mud, "that knife-what kind of blade can kill a demon?" He asked.

"Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing." He said with a shrug.

There was another item on my list of messed up things. A random girl helping us with a blade that we could only dream of having?