Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean POV×

I couldn't tell Angie the truth right now. Not in this situation.
She was focused on our task here but I knew this would throw her off track.

Yeah, that was definitely the only reason.
I was definitely not afraid that she'd hate me for lying to her or even worse, be disgusted or ashamed that we were together in the first place.

There was always that pain in my chest and it didn't leave me no matter how hard I tried breathing normally. But first things first: Getting Jo and Rufus back.

We decided that the people here needed weapons, so Angie, Sam and I decided to go to the shop that we passed earlier to get guns and salt.

If we were lucky, we might see any signs of Jo and Rufus too. My brother explained to Angie what they looked like and then we were good to go.

I was still searching the street, looking for hints. Meanwhile Angie and Sam already stepped into the shop. Other than that cherry Mustang parked on Main Street there wasn't anything suspicions going on so I turned around, seeing if they needed help with carrying some of the stuff.

When I stepped into the store, Angie was hovering over an unconscious guy, checking his pulse. Sam was standing there between two shelves, horrified. There was a body in front of him and the blood was still dripping from his knive.

We haven't come close to demons since Lilith and Alastair were killed and right now, my brother didn't seem to take it well.

I swallowed audibly, not knowing what to say, not exactly knowing how to ask what had happened.
Angie on the other hand turned around with more composure, getting a tissue out of the side pocket of her jacket, gently grabbing the knive and cleaning it for Sam.

It was like she was washing away his sin, as if she was forgiving him with that gesture in behalf of the poor soul the demon had been possessing.

"Let's go, we can't stay here for much longer.", she declared and to my surprise, Sam immediately followed her.

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"You know your way around a gun?", I asked Austin, one of the younger men in our little base.

He grabbed the gun, checked the monition and tried to get a feeling for the weight of the weapon. His movements were mechanical, almost muscle memory.
Good, so at least one of the guys down here had experience.

"Hm. Where'd you serve?", I asked him.

"Fallujah. Two tours. Got back a little over a year ago."
He wasn't surprised or offended that I had immediately realized that he was a soldier. Instead, he looked at me with more sympathy.
"Takes one to know one. Where'd you serve?"

I could've told him that I didn't but if I needed these guys down here to trust me, I shouldn't ask questions that I wasn't willing to answer myself.
"Hell."

Austin scoffed, then smiled, because he thought it was a joke. "No, seriously."

"Seriously. Hell."
I didn't blink, didn't give further explanation and Austin didn't follow up with questions.

My focus was shifted off him anyways because I noticed Angie had been standing next to me, listening to our conversation.

There was curiosity in her eyes. Curiosity and something else that I couldn't quite figure out.
Guilt?
No, why would she feel guilt?
After all, she gave up her place in order to let Castiel save me.

Now that I thought about it, I wasn't so sure if I ever talked about her about Hell since amnesia. Maybe Sam didn't even tell her what she did for me in Hell. Before jumping to conclusions like I usually did I searched the room for my brother to ask him.