A Step Toward Darkness (Dean+You)

The Hunt

A/N: Things We Lost In The Fire- Bastille (Song)

Hey Guys! I am sorry it took me so long to figure out how I wanted this chapter and how to put all my thoughts together. I feel as thought because the last chapter was so long I felt like it was okay to take a break. But, I really hope you like the update :)

Your POV.

"Okay then, let's grab some guns out of the trunk." Dean says climbing out of the car with the heavy metal door creaking after him.

I slowly step out of the warmth of the Impala a gush of wind freezing you to the bone. The sight of your old apartment petrifies you. Revenge. You walk slowly toward Dean he's looking down at the trunk. An empty trunk. Empty.

"Dean why is this empty?"

"Pft. Sweetheart empty no." He looks down pulls up what appears to be the trunk and a whole new space in revealed.

"Woa," you breathe," That was cool."

Dean looks over at me a smile appearing on his face," Yeah?"

"Totally."

Dean grabs a gun and tucks it behind his jeans under his jacket and hands me an iron bar. A bar?

"Dean what's this for?"

"Uh, iron repels spirits. I guess, it really annoys the shit out of them."

"Oh cool." You nod acting like you understand.

"Okay." Dean closes the impala trunk," Sam must have got all the salt and EMF detectors. Let's go then?"He reaches his hand out to you.

"Yeah, ready as I'll ever be." you say,"Yeah let's do this." You say trying to convince yourself and taking his out stretched hand.

You both begin walking toward the apartment door, go down the stairs, and into the living room of your old house. Sam, Cas and Sarah are there putting salt on the window seals and doors.

"Dean?"

"Yes ______?"

"I uhhh kind of need to relieve myself."

"What?" Dean asks confusingly.

"I. Um. I need to go to the restroom."

"What?"

"God. Dean I need to pee. Jesus!!"

"Oh God. Yeah go. You don't have to ask."

"You're the one telling me to never leave without telling you." You say walking down the hallway waving your arms around dramatically.

"Ugh." You hear Dean puffs as you close the bathroom door.

You go to the restroom and pull down your pants and... Goooooo.

You sigh feeling way better. You hear knocking.

*It's just the air vent*

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Ummmm. Dean!"

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You look up at the bathroom closet.

*There's just towels in there. It's just-*

-CRASH-

A body falls out of the closet.

You scream and unfortunately you....shit. And I'm not talking about a little one, no you tore that toilet up and you ripped a huge fart along with it.

You look down and see Quinn. Quinn? She's covering her nose with her arm and gagging.

"Jesus fuck Quinn!"