Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Angie POV×

I had to stop fainting.

How have I been able to heal people when I was only 11 years old and now it knocked me off my feet?

My head was hammering but I was still too angry at everything to play the victim right now and just lay here. Sure, I could've easily pretended I wasn't concious but that would've been wrong, so I forced myself to open my eyes.

The first thing I saw was Dean bent over me, his worried eyes inspecting me, his hand caught in the air like he might've been about to touch me.
Instead he jerked back.
He stared, blinked, chest rising and falling way too fast.

The second thing I saw was Justin, tracing along his own stomach, throat and face as if he couldn't believe that everything was still in place, that nothing was missing.

The third thing I saw was Sam.
"Angie, did you do that? Did you heal him?"
He didn't even seem like he freaked out about it.
No, he wasn't even mildly terrified and goddamn if I could just overcome my stupid Hannah trauma and talk I could maybe actually be worth his trust.

If, could, maybe.
Reality was, I remembered Hannahs lifeless body in front of me. We were both children but God, she was a head shorter than me and so fragile that I just couldn't comprehend how I'd not only perceived her as a thread but also acted on that false-instinct to kill her.

I didn't want to explain that I once killed my best friend and then forgot about it.
Me forgetting things has become a reoccurrence and I didn't like it one bit. How many of my childhood memories did I forget because my brain had shut them out?
Who did I kill and maybe didn't heal afterwards?

As much as I was relieved that I succeed to heal him, that Justin stood in front of me between the Winchester brothers and wasn't talking to some angel upstairs right now, it was also proof that War's story about Hannah was right.

Sam was still waiting for me to answer his question, observing me carefully. He was the only one who knew it had something to do with War but Justin and Dean just looked clueless.

"How did you even.. Since when did you know you could do that?", Justin asked, hurt bleeding through his voice. "Do you really mistrust me that much that you'd keep a secret like that?"

Wow.
He could've at least waited until we were alone to ask that question but instead he decided to make a scene in front of everyone.

I didn't even realize that I had been stumbling backwards to the front door because Justin kept walking towards me at the same speed. Why did he always have to get so damn near me?

"You wouldn't believe me.", I choked out.
Actually, I was scared he would believe me.
Justin once thought I was a monster, I never wanted to give him a reason to believe that again.

"Do you even care that I almost died?", Justin yelled.
I flinched, felt my fingers twitch, tried to find a place to look, tried to pretend I couldn't feel the pain caught in my chest and it had nothing to do with the volume he'd been using and all to do with the choice of his words.

"Of course I care! Of course I fucking care, what kind of question is that?", I asked, trying so bad to moderate my voice.

I needed air.
I needed to get away from Justin's judging look, Sam's hopeful look and Dean's-
I couldn't even define how he was looking at me. If I didn't know it any better I'd say that he was impressed by my powers.

Our eyes locked for a few seconds and this time I was almost thankful for Justin speaking up again because he probably just saved me from drowning in that green of Dean's iris.
Even in this absurd, tense situation he was too intense, too personal.