Run From the Demons (Supernatural/One Direction crossover)

Chapter Eight

I got in my car and drove off to Louis’s place. I was listening to Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars. It was a really good song. Dean would say it’s c*** but that’s only because he likes older bands only. Stupid. I love music from different times and generations. If he thinks today’s music stinks, so be it. I drive past Tim Horton’s and decided to get a hot chocolate. I went it and paid for it. I went back outside in the freezing cold air, and kept driving to Louis’s. I yawned as I was still really tired. I know I promised Louis I’d see him today, but I didn’t mean this early. It was like 7:30 am. I never like getting up early, even though I do it all the time. It’s just really annoying. I keep driving until I reach Louis’s place. When I knock on the door, he swings it open, squeals and picks me up bridal style. I drop my hot chocolate on the floor.

“Louis. Look what you made me do!” I whine. I sound like a five-year-old.

“Aw, poor baby.” He jokes. I punch his arm jokingly and we both laugh. He sets me down on the couch and starts tickling me. I scream and laugh at the same time. I scream a little more than laugh because Louis doesn’t know about the rest of my injuries. I laugh to try and cover up my screams of pain. After a while it starts to really hurt.

“Okay! Okay Louis. Please stop! It’s starting to hurt.” I groan.

“Okay, sorry love.” Louis apologizes and he gets off of me. We sit and laugh together on the couch until someone clears their throat behind us. We both look behind and see none other than Liam.

“Is someone going to clean this up? It’s not going to be me.” He says daddy directioner like.

“Yes daddy.” Louis responses like a four-year-old, and he gets paper towel and cleans up the mess. While Louis cleans, Liam sits down next to me on the leather couch. We stare at each other awkwardly, when he frowns.

“Alexis, what happened to your face?” Liam asks. I hear Louis stop, then keep working. I roll my eyes and look at Liam.

“I ran into a pole.” I say plainly. He doesn’t respond. He just looks down at my arms, and I notice that I forgot to cover up some of the bruises and cuts there.

“Really? Then how do you explain the cuts and bruises on your arms? You can’t get those from running into a pole.” I look at him then glance at Louis. He’s staring at me with his arms crossed.

“Uh, the pole was at the top of a hill, and when I ran into it, I fell down the hill.” I lie to them. I still don’t think they believe me. But they just leave it for now.

Louis finishes cleaning and sits next to me. We turn on the TV to see a replay of the boys on Elen the other night. They didn’t really do much. Slowly, the other boy’s started to drift into the room, half-asleep. They eat their breakfast and get dressed. When everyone is finished getting dressed, Cali comes over with her crutches. We decide to do a twit cam because we all get bored. We turn it on and we instantly get 2000 viewers. We joke, answer questions, and all that stuff. 

“I have a daughter who dates one of you boys and I was wondering when she would get home!” a tweet says. It’s…dad? He has twitter? I didn’t think he even knew what twitter was. I roll my eyes and leave. I drive back to my house, and when I arrive, I see my dad a little frustrated. I walk up and sit next to him.

“Dad, why did you have to embarrass me on twitter like that?” I ask him. He chuckles.

“Because that’s what a dad does. He embarrasses his kids.” He jokes. I playfully hit his arm and go upstairs to my room. I lie down on the bed for a bit and think.

I’m not being very honest with the boys. I keep lying to them about my life. About a lot of it. Even my last name! They think its Mason. It’s Winchester. You think I would at least tell them that, but nope, because I can’t risk it. I’m telling the truth about this though: I love him. I love him so much. Words can’t describe my feelings for him. I have to protect him. I have to keep him safe. In order to do that, I have to keep my real life a secret. 

My eyes start to flicker shut. I eventually fall asleep, but I wish I hadn’t. 

I keep getting flashes and images of a pair of black eyes, but I never see the face. Then I see them turn into familiar blue eyes, but with an evil glint in them. I hear an evil laugh, screaming, yelling, shouting, crying, swearing, see blood splattered on the walls. Then I see the face of the black eyes. It’s…it’s…it’s…

Louis

I wake up screaming while someone shakes my shoulder. I blink a few times and see it’s just Cali, and I calm down. Why is she here?

“Cali, what are you doing here?” I ask her.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mall. I drove here and your dad said you went up to your room. When I came, I heard screaming. I walked here and saw you screaming in your sleep.” She says. I start to shake a little. I cradle my legs in my arms while doing so. Cali sits down and hugs me. “Alexis, what happened?” she asks me.

“I…I had another vision dream. This one…was…horrible. I kept seeing images…of…of black demonic eyes turning into blue ones and I never saw who they belonged to. And…and blood splattered on the walls. And…and I heard screaming and yelling and shouting and crying and swearing…then…then I saw who the eyes belonged to and it…it…it…” I start to say, my voice cracking.

“It was who?” Cali urges me.

“It was…” I swallow really hard. “It was…Louis.” I say. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “They belonged to Louis. I dreamed he was possessed. And my vision dreams usually come true, Cali! And this one felt so real. My head was actually hurting! Why is this happening to me?” I start to cry, and Cali hugs me again, tighter this time. I cry into her shoulder. I haven’t cried for a long time. I’ve taught myself not to cry, but right now, I just really need to.

“It’s okay, Alexis. It’s okay.” She says comfortingly, while rubbing my back. I sob into her shoulder some more, then pull away. “So, no mall then?” She asks me.

“Sorry, I’m just too tired to go.” I say. She nods but doesn’t leave.

“Want to hang out for the day?” she asks.

“Sure.” I tell her. We lie down on my bed and watch TV all day. She stays until it’s 6:00 pm. She leaves and I just lay there. In silence. Not speaking. I didn’t even have dinner. I was still in shock from the dream. Louis was possessed in the dream, and usually what ever happens in my dreams come true. I have to protect him. I will not let him be possessed. I will not let him die. I refuse to. 

I don’t even fall asleep that night. I just lay there, wide-awake. I can’t sleep after that dream. I just can’t.