Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Sin City (4)

Sin City (4)

Dean's POV

I was in trouble.

Pretty big trouble if I was honest with myself. I had gotten myself walled in with a smart ass demon without any signs of getting out.

I cursed under my breath as I used a flicker flame of a candle to look around the rockfall, hoping that there was even the slightest hole I could get my way through.

"Lose something?" Casey taunted from behind me. She was obviously enjoying the show at my expense.

I let out a humorless laugh. "All you demons have smart mouths." I turned to her trying to appear intimidating.

She smirked at my comment, raising her shoulder lazily. "It's a gift."

I licked my bottom lip, anger rising at her lack of fear. "Yeah, well." I shifted on my feet, my teeth grit as I tried to appear confident. "Let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to hell." I threatened.

She faked a scared look, but didn't move from her spot.

 Not that she would be able to.

"Without your little exorcism book?" She challenged, one dark eyebrow raised. "Hey, go ahead."

I let out a breath, the anger building up. "Spiritus immunde . . . un, guh . . ." I trailed, racking my brain for the right words.

She pouted dramatically. "Having a little trouble there sport?" She asked, attempting to provoke me farther.

In the back of my mind, my father's voice echoed in my head, scolding me for not doing  a better job at knowing my latin.

I cleared my throat and let out a breath once more, attempting to calm myself. "Spiritus immunde, undolare. Pasoniote." I sucked in a breath, my lips pressing together as I fought to think of the right words.

"Nice try." Casey sneered. "I thing you just ordered a pizza." She smirked. "Guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class."

I pressed my lips in a tight line. "Hey, I don't know what you're smiling about. You're not going anywhere."

"And apparently, neither are you." She shot back fiercely . 

I hesitated, knowing she was right. "Yeah," I finally got out, "but I got somebody coming for me, and, uh . . . he did pay attention in class." I grinned proudly, knowing that Sam would get me out of this one, and if he couldn't there was always Kylie. She might kick my ass and never let me live this down but she'd get me out of here.

"Oh right- Sam," She rolled her eyes. "Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit."

I stumbled, slightly insulted by her words and slightly confused. "Everyone?" I raised a brow.

"Sure." She smiled. "You Winchesters are famous. Not Lohan famous, but you know . . ." 

"Well, that's . . . flattering." I scoffed, hoping that she was all talk. "I'll be sure to let Sam and Kylie know when they get here."

"If they show up first." She said gently, her hands on her hips. When I gave her a questioning look, she tilted her head to the side. "What? You thought I was flying solo?" She let out a quiet chuckle. "You should underestimate Dean. It might be the death of you."

I glared at her, knowing exactly what she was trying to do, but there was no way in hell that I was going to break at her words.

"You can give me hard eyes all you want, but the fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first." She smirked and took the few steps she could within the trap. "That cavalry?" She put out one hand before raising the other