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Ch. 9 You're Grounded!

Yeah that, this-is-the-best-first-date attitude died when I woke up that morning. You see, I hate mice. Bugs whatever, mice? No. So when I woke up and felt something furry on my cheek, my heart nearly stopped. Dean was sleeping, must've been tired from the shift. So when I slowly lifted my hand, and felt a mouse, no - rat on my face, I screamed, "Holy fuck!" At the top of my lungs, startling Dean out of his coma like sleep, and I jumped up, ripping it from my face and threw it off the side of the cliff before it could bite me. Panicked little tears sprang up from the corners of my eyes, I threw that disgusting little thing impressively far. Letting out a shaky little breath, I leaned on my knees, panting from my quickening pulse, and Dean had already gotten on his feet and was looking around. "Don't bother." My voice was shaky, and Dean looked down at me, "What happened?" He asked, noticing my little tears, and shaky breath. "You see," I started, he was helping me stand up straight. "I hate rats. That's all." I answered, "Wait a second, you woke up, screamed because of a small forest rat, and threw it over the side of cliff?" He asked, I nodded, my heart still beating faster than usual, "That sums it up, besides the fact it was on my face." I replied honestly. Dean bit down on his bottom lip, shaking from laughter, but when he glanced back at my completely serious face, he broke out in loud laughter. "Oh my god that is too much!" He shouted, laughing so hard I thought he might fall over from loss of oxygen.

"I thought we were about to get murdered, oh god." Then suddenly he straightened up, his face going deathly straight. I was surprised at the extreme moodswing, and suddenly there was thick tension in the air. "Shit!" Dean hissed, whipping around and lifting me off my feet. "Why do you always do this?" I demanded, slamming my eyes shut, he ran inhumanely fast. He didn't pay attention to my complaint, and with my ear against his chest, I could hear his heart thumping. Dean was scared.

"What's happening?" I asked slowly, "You said you were willing to risk your life right?" He asked in response, making me even more scared. "Yes..." I answered slowly, "Good, whatever you do, just trust me. Okay?" He asked, "Okay." I said slowly, "Thank you." He kissed my forehead, "The pack is following us. Please don't hate me after this." Dean pleaded, "After what?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking at him, he didn't answer. Instead he turned abruptly, and I saw hungry SUV sized feral wolves surrounding us. "Shouldn't we be going the other way Dean?" I asked, then he ran right at them, "DEAN YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I screamed, making him laugh in the face of almost getting mauled by homicidal, inhumanely strong, inhumanely large, inhumanely fast wolves.

He jumped over them, stumbling, but he kept up his speed. We were approaching the cliff, I saw sweat beading on his head, and he looked down at me as he reached the base of the cliff, "Remember how much I care about you okay?" He asked, running up. Before I could do anything, he threw me. He threw me so high I flew over the trees, and I was going over the edge of the cliff, Dean had shifted into a wolf, and was running to keep up, but going faster than his little buddies, and I was screaming in fear. But for some reason, the first thing I thought was; Dean would make a good football player. I am so stupid.

For one sickening moment, Dean shifted mid air to catch me, and he almost didn't jump far enough. He gathered me up in his arms, "Close your eyes kitten." Was all he ordered me to do, and I obliged gladly. My throat to raw to scream, my heart was screaming though. Dean held me close, and nearly fell when he landed. Then he kept running. My eyes were wide, but when I looked up and saw Dean's determined face, I realized that it was worth it. For once in my life I wasn't just sitting on the side lines, I was living.

Then we reached a hotel, and Dean got us a last minute room. "You're 50 dollars short." The receptionist said slowly, inspecting us. I got out of Dean's arms, and stumbled, grabbing the counter to steady myself. I wasn't wearing shoes, my white dress was stained with dirt, grass stains, and sweat. Reaching into a hidden pocket in my dress, I handed her an emergency credit card. This was so an emergency. "Here." My voice sounded tired and nervous. The receptionist slowly took it, and told us where our room was, handing Dean the key. He helped me walk up. I let out a moan of pain, "So should've just kept my eyes closed, I will never learn my lesson will I?" I demanded, as he opened the door. That made him smile. "You cuss a lot more when threatened with death, you're worse than a sailor." He responded, he was right. I lost count of how many times I'd screamed profanities. "Next time tell me when your about to throw me off the side of a cliff." I retorted, shuddering.