The Hunter and The Angel (a Destiel Fanfic)

Twilight All Over Again

Dean's heartbeat was audible in his ears as he turned every corner, cursing under his breath at his brother. Son of a bitch, he kept telling himself, wishing that they hadn't even left the group. Grace. All he could think about was the baby that he had just gotten used to, the baby that he handed over to Cas so that his brother could bite his head off. How could I be so stupid? They rounded one last corner and the two stopped dead in their tracks.

A blood trail stained the wood, almost as if someone was dragged. The screams weren't as loud now but both of them knew that their loved ones were still near. What if they're dead? What if we're too late? They stole a glance at each other before slowly walking around a corner, their boots making the floorboards creak. From his belt loop, Dean retrieved the First Blade, only to receive a dirty look from his brother.

The mark on his arm seared with pain as anger bubbled up inside of him, sending rage through every bone in his body. They will not hurt my family. The sound of glass breaking sent Dean's body rigid, making him freeze in place as he poked his head out from behind the wall. Standing in the very center of the dining room looming over Grace was a vampire, their fangs bared as they began to lean down. She didn't even cry. Instead, she stared at the man above her as he stared back at her, as if she knew he wouldn't hurt her.

 Be quiet Dean, don't say a word, he told himself but fortunately for the Winchesters, rules were meant to be broken. Before he knew it, he was no longer behind the wall, but standing in the middle of the dining room, only a few yards away from the Twilight wannabe. The First Blade was gripped tightly in his hand as he cleared his throat, getting the vampire's attention in an instant.

"You make one more wrong move and I swear I will cut your throat out and feed it to the Hell Hounds. Now let go of my daughter.", he said, his tone harsh as he aimed the blade at the man's throat, his fangs glistening in the light from the metal.

"Really? And how exactly will you do that? It's not like you have the Mark.", the vampire spoke before turning to face the little girl on the ground, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Are you sure about that?", he asked, lifting up his sleeve to reveal the scar on his arm, the one he'd had to deal with for the longest time. "Because I beg to differ."

He watched as all of the color left the vampires face, well, at least what was left. The vampire cowered under the blade's power, his body trembling as Dean stepped closer, sending him falling to his knees.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is your girl?", he asked, motioning towards Grace.

"Yeah, you son of a bitch.", Dean replied and in one swift motion, he brought the blade above his head and brought it down right at the base of the man's neck, his head leaning to the side before becoming detached from his body.

He watched as the vampire's head rolled across the carpet to rest against the dining room table, blood staining the white fabric. His head turned to see Grace, her brown eyes staring directly at him as a frown formed on her face? Damn it, he told himself as he dropped the blade on the ground, making his way over to the two-month old who was most likely scarred for life.

"It's okay, daddy's here.", he said as he scooped her up in his arms, rocking her back and forth as she looked up at him.

For a moment, the two of them just stood there in the middle of the room, Dean's hips swaying while the baby fell asleep in his arms. But all of a sudden, the sound of Cas's voice snapped him out of his daydream.

"Dean?", he said, moving out from behind a wall with blood coating his white shirt, his face pale.

In a quick second, Dean turned to face Sam, whose face had suddenly become white as paper. He frowned as he practically sprinted towards the other side of the wall, his hand covering his mouth as he looked at the ground. Rather than stand in his place looking dumbfounded, Dean made his way to join the others, only to realize that there was a trail of blood stretching from the table to the other side of the wall, sending chills through his bones.

Hesitantly, he joined his brother and fiance, forcing himself to look at the sight before him. And for a short second, he couldn't help but think it was normal, that he'd seen dead bodies all the time. But as the sudden realization hit him that this was no ordinary dead body, he felt the wind knocked right out of him. Lying at his feet with a slit throat and a blood soaked blouse was Rebecca, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Sammy...", Dean mumbled but before he could get his brother to leave the room, he was knelt down by her body, his eyes becoming cloudy with tears. "Sam.", he repeated, this time with a louder tone.

"All I wanted was to live a normal life with her. Was that so much to ask?", Sam asked, his hand resting on top of hers as a single tear splashed onto her shirt.

"Sammy, are you alright?", Dean asked, handing Grace over to Cas as he knelt down beside his brother, his arm draping across his shoulders.

"No Dean, I'm not. We were gonna get married, have kids. Why is it that every time I fall in love, something always goes wrong?", he asked, turning to face Dean.

"I don't know Sam...I really don't know."

"Exactly, you don't know.", he replied, his eyes burning with tears.

Dean lifted his head to look up at Cas, his eyes focusing on his fiance's face. He could feel tears surfacing in his eyes but he told himself he wouldn't cry, not in front of his brother. Instead, he turned back to the corpse lying in front of him, his eyes scanning her body. And just as something caught his eye, a cold gust of wind sent goosebumps up his arms, forcing him to turn around.

Standing in front of him with arms crossed over their chest was the most vile, manipulative person he'd ever met. The only person he ever knew that wouldn't have any trouble killing the thing they loved most. A smirk spread across their face, their dark eyes staring deep into Dean's soul as they stepped closer.

"Hello, boys.", Crowley said, his mouth turning up at the corners into a smile.