The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 12. It Got Worse.

Niamh was sitting in silence on her bed as she anxiously gripped the letter, she was afraid to read. What was so important in the letter that it had to be locked in the safe? Why didn't her grandfather give it to her earlier? What would she find inside? Thousands of questions raced through Niamh's head as she stared at the words to Niamh. She glanced at the packed bags and her car key with a faded tag lying on the bed next to her before she took a deep breath and opened the letter with her cold and shaky fingers. A knock on her bedroom door made her quickly crumple the old paper and put it in the pocket of her jeans.

"Niamh, can I come in?" Sam's voice rang softly from the other end, and she quietly let him know he's welcomed to enter. "What's going on?"

"I'm leaving, Sam."

"What, why?"

"I came willingly with you guys, to help you out, but I feel like my help is no longer needed or wanted for that matter." Niamh explained and averted her gaze from him to her nails she was anxiously picking.

"If this is because of Dean, I-"

"Look, I hope, from the bottom of my heart, you find Michael and kill him. And for that to work, simple cases must not distract you. So, I will return to my job of killing monsters so that you can devote yourself to the search for Michael." Niamh stood from her bed, grabbed her stuff and walked closer to Sam. "I also hope you and your brother will find peace once this is over. Heavens know Dean needs it, but so do you," Niamh softly said and reached out to her tall friend to hug him.

"What about the instructions your father gave us?"

"You are big boys, you can get to the bottom of it. If you need any info on my family or anything, I'll be one call away."

"Thank you, Niamh. For everything." Sam hugged her back and squeezed her lightly in comforting manner. "You better go before Dean comes back, or you won't hear the end of it," he said and chuckled lightly.

Sam helped Niamh with her bags as they were approaching the war room where they would say their goodbyes, as they heard the front door opening and closing with a loud thud. Dean descended the staircase, his hands occupied with several bags.

"Son of a bitch," he exclaimed as one of the bags slipped from his fingers and ended at the bottom of the stairs, something woolen spilling out if it. When he raised his head from the bag, he locked his eyes onto Niamh's bags that were still in Sam's hands. "What's going on?"

"Niamh is-" Sam started to form a lie, but Niamh quickly cut him off.

"I'm leaving."

"Why?"

"Because I am not welcomed anymore."

"So, you're that type of person."

"What type?"

"When someone tells you a truth, you tuck your tail and run off."

"Are you always such an idiot, or do you just show off when I'm around?" Niamh sarcastically remarked, angering Dean more.

"I can't believe you're leaving as soon as things get a little hard. I didn't expect that from you. We gave you a roof over your head, we treated you as one of us, we introduced you to our friends, and that's how you repay us," Dean shouted, with every word said, he got closer to Niamh. Sam tried desperately to stop him from talking and breaking Niamh's heart even more but failed and Dean continued with the yelling. "The agreement was that you would help us, and now you are running away like an offended little girl."

"Good story, Dean, but in what chapter do you shut the fuck up?" Niamh's voice ascended as she spoke, but the breath twitched in her throat as Dean stepped in front of her and towered above her.