Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

The Kids Are Alright (5)

The Kids Are Alright (5)

Kylie's POV

Dean's green eyes were hard on the road in front of him, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes becoming deeper and deeper with thought. The Impala had been going above 60 the entire trip, without taking a breather to stop. 

Dean Winchester was on a mission, you could see it by the white knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel, it seemed to be the only thing keeping him from falling off the ledge of emotions.

Baby, who was probably exhausted and in need of a break, finally slowed as Dean pulled us up to one of the houses that were under construction. It was surrounded by mounds of red dirt that would later hold the future home.

The oldest Winchester didn't say a word as he slipped from the car, only rubbing a hand nervously along his jaw.

Sam turned meeting my eyes before we followed his brother's lead. 

I turned my attention to the large sign "Cicero Reality For Sale" it had said. No doubt a company that built half if not all of the upstanding family homes in the neighborhood.

"Hey." Sam called, catching my attention. He held up two fingers that were covered in the red dirt, and from a distance it almost resembled blood. "Red dirt." He nodded. "That's what was on the window."

Dean didn't mind that his brother was getting dirty, only passing him a flashlight. "You take the front." He said before his burning gaze turned in my direction. "We'll go around."

I took the metal flashlight from his hand, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

Why did the man have to keep me physically close when all he wanted to do was push me away mentally?

We head inside the half built house, our flashlight the only source of light in the damp building. 

Sam gave us a quick nod of his head before heading left.

I was going to follow his idea and head in the opposite direction, when Dean's calloused hand gripped my lower arm. He put a finger to his lips as his eyes searched for something unseen.

It was then I heard the soft rattle from beneath our feet. I shifted and pointed downward, not doubting that the well invested home would have a basement.

He gave a quick nod of his head and took the lead down the hallway, finding a set of unlit stairs that led down to an unfinished basement.

We took out time going down each step, hoping not to make a creak beneath the newly built stairs.

Once at the bottom, in the pit of darkness, Dean's flashlight was moving to the right and left of us. "W-what is that?" He said, hearing the soft clinking sound again. 

His body was tense moving up the small hall, the clinking sound getting slightly louder, when he stopped moving all together. His head whipped to the right. His hand reaching to lift up a brown stained sheet.

"Oh my God." I whispered looking down at the series of metal cages that line the wall, holding all of the kids who have been abducted.

My eyes were able to scan all of their little faces while Dean's focused on one special one.

"Ben . . . Ben . . . it's okay." He spoke strong yet in a breathless panic. "I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"

I continued to scan the cages, making a note of how many kids their were until my eyes caught a larger red-headed figure. I bent down to it's level taking in her disheveled appearance knowing that she had put up a fight.