Show me how

chapter 9

Y/N POV

I'm really glad that the smell of perfume can cover the fresh smell of death or else I'd be gagging by now. Felt bad for the poor man on the table but damn he smelled ripe.

"First one?"

"Unfortunately no," I mumbled making Sam nudge me in the side

"Nope, we've seen quite a few," Dean crossed his arms

"Here hold this," the doctor handed Dean the guys heart

"What's on his hands?" I gestured towards his fingers, where it looked like he had road rash

"When you drop dead, you actually tend to drop," he shrugged at me

I laughed when some organ juice squirted Sam in the face, the blood floowing down his cheeks and forehead like a river, Dean smirked and winked at me.

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Walking out the building, leaving the smell of dead people behind us made me breath a sigh of relief. Dean pulled me along with him, putting me between him and Sam and keeping a soft grip on my arm, looking around for something.

"Are you ok?" I asked softly

"I'm ok sissy, just on edge for some reason. Damn spidey senses." He tried to joke but I could see panic in his eyes

I looked to Sam who looked worried too and pulled me to him when Dean abruptly stopped in his tracks. We watched as Dean eyed some teenagers hanging out by baby with fear in his eyes. Usually when someone that wasn't blood related or even an honorary member of the family, Dean would be furious and threatening them by now but this time, he looked genuinely scared by a couple of punks.

"Lets walk this way, I don't like the looks of those teenagers and don't want them around sissy." He demanded, yanking me by the hand across the street

I gave Sam a what the fuck look and he shrugged, his face looking similar to mine.

"Let's get food, I'm starving." I suggested

Dean relaxed slightly as we stepped into a small dinner but tensed when he seen men turning to stare at me. I'll admit, it made me uncomfortable but Dean looked scared again.

"Sit." He pushed me into a booth and slid in after me

Sam had his eyebrows raised and his eyes squinted like he was confused by the actions Dean was making. I just shurgged at him.

"There's a shit ton of men staring at Y/n right now Sam, what if they try something." Dean whispered to Sam

"I have you guys, I know for a fact that this dinner would be cleared out in minutes if someone tried something." I tried to reassure him

He nodded but still looked tense, which became worse when we got a male waiter who eyed me like I was on the menu.

"I'll pluck your eyes out." Dean warned

"Jesus." Sam put his face in his hands

"Dean," I slapped his arm "Sorry about him, he's had a rought day." The guy smirked

"He doesn't bother me. What can I get started for you guys?" As we placed our orders, I noticed Dean's eyes continued to dart all over the place

Most people avoided eye contact with him, others dared to assert their dominance but quickly looked away when the intensity of Dean's glare became too much. Dean eyed up every man in here and then some, even some poor asshole on the sidewalk got a nasty look.

"Do these guys not realize that I have gun?" Dean grumbled

"Dean it's fine. Its nothing new for me. Happens everytime we go anywhere." I swear to God, I thought his eyes were gonna pop out of his head