Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Bedtime Stories (4)

Kylie's POV

I think the three of us were stunned when we saw the elderly woman come in, covered in bruises and bites. Who would do that to an innocent old woman? Then I had to remember there wasn't any normal rhyme or reason, these were the stories coming from an eight year old mind.

Sam, with his long legs, headed towards the paramedics while I stood and stared into the ER where they worked rapidly to work on the injured woman. A chill ran down my spine, my mind replaying the story of Little Red Riding Hood.

Grandma what big teeth you have! 

I flinched, the little girl voice in my head was so clear, and it oddly sounded familiar. I gripped the bridge of my nose feeling a head rush. A large hand clasped my shoulder making me jump only to find Sam looking down at me with concern.

"You good?" He asked.

"W-what?" I asked confused before pulling myself together. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just uh . . . skipped on breakfast." I let out an unconvincing chuckle. "What did the paramedic say?"

"Dean is talking to him now." Sam replied his brows pulled together, a crinkle between the two. "Said there's only one victim." He shifted on his feet. "You-you want me to get you something?" He asked.

I waved my hand and shook my head, suddenly too nauseas to even think about food. "No, no. " I ran my fingers through the curls on top of my head trying to clear my thoughts. "So if this is Little Red Riding Hood. Where's the wolf? Where's little red?" I questioned Sam.

He let out a sigh, his hand going to the back of his neck. "We need to find out where the grandmother was attacked, little red should be coming home to check on her."

Glancing over to the ER once more, the doctors and nurses had given up trying to bring back the grandmother, her body lay cold and lifeless on the bed. A nurse reached over to shut her eyes to show she was at peace. She was covered with a white sheet to give her the privacy she deserved.

I tapped my foot against the cement floor impatiently, my heel clicks echoing in the hallway. "We need to catch Little Red at grandma's house."

"Hey." Dean came up, holding a piece of paper. "I got grandma's address."

"Perfect." I snatched the paper from his grip and looked at the sloppily written address. "You two find a way to stop Callie." I said, turning on my heel when a harsh hand grabbed my elbow.

"No way you're going after him by yourself." Dean scoffed before turning to his younger brother. "I got this. We'll stop the Big Bad Wolf." He paused, his face scrunching up. "Which is the weirds thing I've ever said."

Dean and I started down the hallway, we were almost to the exit when I looked over my shoulder. Sam was staring after us, his face torn.

"Be gentle on the doctor." I called, my voice echoing around patients.

I pushed the door open, Dean right beside me grabbing his keys from his pocket. "You had a weird reaction to the apple." He said once we slid into the Impala, he pressed the keys into the ignition. "You let me know if you have a sudden urge to put on a Red Hood."

I rolled my eyes. "Do you even know me?" I scoffed. "Red isn't even my color."

He sent a glare in my direction while turning the key, letting the Impala pure to life. "I just-I don't even-" He cut himself off, bringing a grin to my face.

He put the car into drive and began the drive to the address, you could tell that his foot was heavy on the gas by the way the wind blew in my hair and the seat vibrated underneath me. It was a good feeling, something that sent a sense of thrill through my belly.