Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

The Kids Are Alright (4)

The Kids Are Alright (4)

Kylie's POV

"You know staring a hole into the wall isn't going to bring Dean home any sooner." 

I glanced away from said wall to Sam who only gave me a kind smile as he looked up from his research.

I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward, my elbows resting against the table heavily. "Do you think he's with her?" I asked.

Sam scrunched up his face, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. I knew I shouldn't put him in the middle between Dean and I, but I just needed someone to talk to. I needed someone to reassure me that Dean cared about me.

"Kylie . . ." He trailed, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. "It's Dean."

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying to make sense of his words. "Yes Sammy, I'm aware of who I'm dating." I nodded slowly.

He sighed. "I'm just saying that maybe you two are through the honeymoon stage and now the old Dean is coming out."

My mouth was slightly open as I stared at Sam. "The honeymoon phase?" I questioned softly.

"Yeah." He nodded with a shrug.

"Sammy," I shook my head with a slight chuckle. "I died. What part of that- of anything we've been through has been a honeymoon phase."

The motel door squeaked open just before Dean walked in tapping his keys in his hands before throwing them down on the side table. He looked torn, his face crumbled in a deep thought before looking up at us.

"Something's wrong with the kids in this town." 

I wanted to scoff and to blow him off, but Dean was right. There was something off about the kids in this town. 

"Yeah. Tell me about it." Sam sighed as he looked over his laptop.

Dean glanced at me quickly before looking at the ground as he past Sam and I, heading to the mini-fridge to get a beer.

"So, what do you know about changelings?" Sam questioned, throwing his elbow on the back of his chair to look at his brother.

"Evil monster babies?" Dean questioned, twisting the cap off his bottle and tossing it to the side.

"No," I spoke up, "not necessarily babies."

A look of realization crossed his face as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "They're kids. Creepy, stare at you like you're lunch, kids?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "There's one at every victim's house."

I let out a soft sigh as I got to my feet. "I'll get the torches." I mumbled out, heading out the door and straight to the Impala.

Being around Dean right now was like being near a stranger. It was awkward and tense. I could feel his sorrowful eyes staring at me as if he expected me to say something first. I wanted to yell at Dean, to smack him up side the head until he was black and blue. Unfortunately, between the emotional stress of Lisa and Ben and trying to save Dean, I didn't have much of a fight left in me. Dean was a grown man and although he had the 'excuse' that our lives were far from ordinary, he needed to man up for once and figure out what he wanted. 

I was tired of being a game.

After a few calming breaths outside of the Impala, I went back to the room finding the boys in the same places I had left them. I tossed the bag to Dean before sitting on the bed opposite of him, preparing my own little kerosene torch.

"So," Sam started after a minute of silence, "changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. You know, there were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood."