Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 25

A/N Yes, I know this doesn't all follow the show, but I wanted to do this chapter for plot so I don't care. Anyways I hope you are enjoying my book. :) comment please. ;)

~Sam's POV~
Dean and I were on a hunt. Demons were everywhere. We were doing well though.... Or so I thought. We were cutting them down and were only slightly outnumbered when two of them forced me down. They knew about my demon blood problem. They forced me to swallow their blood and I knew this would end badly. I ended up having to swallow it and next thing I knew, everything went black.

~Dean's POV~

Sam was passed out. I killed the remaining demons and went up to him. He had demon blood all over his mouth. My only choice was to get him in the car and back to the panic room before he woke up. I knew that sometimes he lashed out, and I didn't want to risk it.  I took him to the impala and tied his hands to the handle on the inside of the car. I helped him to the door of the bunker, and that's when he woke up. He stared at me angrily. I helped him inside. He then punched me in the face. I fell to the ground. Miranda chose the wrong time to walk in. Sam turned and stared at her with hatred and anger.

"Sam? Baby, what's wrong?" She asked, terrified. He didn't say anything. He just walked up to her. He shoved her up against the wall, hard too. "Ow! What's gotten into you, Sam?" I wasn't gonna let him hurt her. I ran behind him and held his arms behind his back.

"Go Miranda. Get Ethan and get out of here. I'll explain and find you when I deal with Sam." She stood there petrified. "Go. I promise I'll come find you. I can't hold him much longer." She ran to the nursery, got Ethan and the diaper bag, grabbed my keys, and left. I managed to get Sam into the panic room and locked him in.

I pulled out my phone and called Miranda.
"Dean?" She asked, scared.

"Hey. It's ok. I promise. Where are you?" I said heavily. Sam put up a fight getting into the panic room. I was punched quite a bit, and I wasn't sure how long my consciousness would last.

"At the hotel down the road again. Room 125 Are you ok?"

"Kinda. Not sure how much longer I can stay conscious though. I'll head over there right now. I'll explain everything."

"Are you sure you can make it?"

"Yeah. I'll be ok." I said before hanging up. I walked to her hotel room. She opened the door and I practically collapsed in her arms.

~Miranda's POV~

"Dean?" I asked as he fell into my arms. He was covered in what would soon be bruises on his face, arms, and chest. I assumed he had been fighting with Sam. I got him onto the bed. I went down the hall of the hotel and got some ice to help the swelling on his face. It didn't take long once I applied the ice for him to wake up.

"Miranda?" He asked with a groan.

"Yeah. I'm here."

"What happened?"

"You passed out when I opened the door. You're really bruised up. Are you ok?"

"Yeah. It just hurts." He said as he tried to sit up.

"Woah woah woah, don't get up so fast. You're hurt. Just tell me what happened with Sam."

"I don't want to upset you."

"Dean, I need to know what's going on." He sighed

"Alright. You remember that demon that cursed him when he was a baby?"

"Yeah."

"Well, because of it, if he gets demon blood in his system then he is addicted. Sometimes it makes him lash out and sometimes it doesn't. This time it did. He needs to be isolated until the withdrawal symptoms go away. I tied him up in our panic room. He's not gonna get out for a while."

"Oh." Was all I could say. I was so scared.

"It's ok. I'm not gonna let him hurt you. That's why I told you to go."

"Why would he even want to hurt me in the first place?"

"I don't know. It's some weird demon blood thing. I don't understand all of it myself. You just need to stay here for a few days until he's ok."

"I need to be there to help him through this."

"No. You can't help him through this. It just takes time for the effects to wear off. I left him some food and water, and just have him chained up. There's nothing you can do. I'll be there at the bunker don't worry." I nodded.

~Dean's POV~

"Hey, it's ok. I've been through this with him before. He'll get through this. He doesn't hate you and he can't control any of it." I said.

"How do you know that? You saw the look in his eyes. You saw him shove me into the wall." A few tears leaked from her eyes. "Come here." I motioned her to the bed. She got up from the desk and sat next to where I was laying. "I promise you it's ok and that he doesn't hate you. I asked him that very thing last time. I'm not lying."

"Ok. I'm just scared."

"I know. I didn't want you to see him like that. I tried to get him to the panic room first, but you came in and I couldn't stop him that fast." She just started crying again.

"Why does everything bad happen to us?"

"What do you mean?"

"You guys always get hurt, I had the whole mess with all the guys I dated, Sam and I had that big fight, we are dealing with trying to raise Ethan well, Sam is such a mess that I can't even be around him, and now you're gonna be going back to the bunker and dealing with him while I'm here alone scared to death. Why does all the bad stuff happen to me?"

"Miranda, calm down. Please. It's gonna be ok. I promise. I'm not gonna leave you alone. I'll go back and check on him briefly every so often, but I'm not gonna go stay at the bunker. I'll stay here on the floor. I know it's scary and it seems like everything bad happens to you. I feel that way all the time too. Just trust me, he will get through this and everything will be fine."

"Ok. I trust you. You don't need to stay on the floor though. I got the conjoined room just in case you were gonna stay."

"Oh. Thanks Miranda."

"No problem. So what are his withdrawal symptoms?"

"He just gets really irritable and angry. He doesn't usually lash out, but he tries to sneak out and get more blood."

"Oh. Well, then why can't we go back?"

"Because there's no guarantee he won't lash out and I am not gonna let you be in a situation where you might get hurt."

"Ok. That makes sense. Thanks for saving me."

"Of course."  I said. We spent the rest of the night just hanging out and watching tv. We headed to bed around 11.

~Miranda's POV~
I was laying there in bed, and I couldn't help but miss Sam. I hated being away from him especially when he was struggling with something. I made a hasty decision, got up, and grabbed Dean's keys. Ethan was asleep in Dean's room since he agreed to watch him so I could sleep longer, so I just left.