An Old Friend>>D.W. #Wattys2015

Chapter 14

For a second, I was confused. Then fear pumped through me as I realized what it was going to make her do.

Bekah reached towards the back pocket of her jeans. She wrapped her hand around something. Pulling a long, silver knife out, she positioned it over her stomach and looked up at me smugly.

"Say goodbye to Bekah, Dean." Said the demon.

For a second, I saw terror in her bright blue eyes and she teared up. Then she plunged the knife deep into her stomach.

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Dean's POV:
I lunged towards her, tears already forming in my eyes. I caught her in my arms and she laid in them as the demon smoked out.

Once it was gone, she looked up at me, pain in her eyes. I would've done anything to make the pain leave her innocent eyes. Her lips moved but nothing came out except for a trickle of blood.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, Bekah. It's gonna be okay." I assured her. But my tears probably gave away the fact that I didn't know if it was going to be okay. I smoothed the hair away from her face.

"I'm going to pick you up so we can take you back to the hospital. Okay?" I told her.

She gave me a tiny nod but she still winced when I scooped her up.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to be gentle." I apologized, not wanting to make her pain any worse.

She shook her head to indicate that she knew I was trying and that it was okay. I walked as fast as I could without bouncing her around too much.

I headed towards the open warehouse door and called for Sammy to follow us. He had been standing there, too shocked to do anything. I ran out into the warm summer air. I reached the Impala, which Sam must've driven here.

"Sammy, can you get the door for me?" I grunted.

Bekah wasn't heavy, but holding her for too long was tiring.

Sam ran over and swung the back door open. I gingerly ducked into the Impala.

Sam jumped into the front seat and drove quickly to the nearest hospital.

I sat with Bekah the whole ride, holding her head up. I stroked her hair and did my best to put on a strong face for her sake, but the tears just kept coming, making it almost impossible to look brave. I whispered reassurances to her. When we were close to the hospital, I told her about that night of when I had to leave,

"Remember that last day in high school I had with you? I remember that day so well. It was one of the worst ones in my memories." I admitted.

"My dad had finished the ghoul case and there were no more odd things in Kansas and he didn't want to stay any longer than he needed to because of what happened to my mom. When I got home from school, he told me and Sammy that we were leaving the next day. I remember running out of the motel and driving over to your house." I reminisced, looking down at Bekah.

She was looking up at me, a pained expression on her face.

"We spent every last second we had left, together." I finished the story.

A long silence followed. Finally, I spoke up again.

"I know that back at the hospital, when you told Sam you loved me, and all I said was 'Okay' that it hurt you. It was pretty obvious. But you have to know that that wasn't me. That was the demon. I don't know if you believe me. I mean why would you, you probably think that it was me. But please trust me when I say that it wasn't. Because I would never do that to you. I couldn't ever do that to you. 'Cause..." I paused.

"Cause, Bekah... I love you too." I smiled through my tears.

I looked back down at Bekah. Her smile was watery and her brow was furrowed.

"I've always loved you. From that first date under the stars." I admitted, smiling.

"Dean," Bekah breathed.

"You...you have no...idea how long I've waited to... to hear you say that." She rushed her words at the end, giving a weak smile.

"I.. I love-" But more blood came out of her mouth and the smile faded from her cheeks. I could see she was fighting to stay concious. Her eyes slid shut and her body went limp as she sighed one last breath.

"No! Bekah?! Bekah! You have to hang on, we're almost to the hospital! You can't give up now!" I shouted, my body shaking with sobs.

I put my fingers to her neck, desperately searching for a pulse but I couldn't find one. I laid my head on her chest, listening for any amount of breathing, any at all. But I heard nothing.

I felt like everything was moving too slowly. We had to get to the hospital quickly.

"Sam you have to drive faster!" I yelled.

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They put Bekah into surgery almost immediately to try to sew up her wound.

I dont know how they managed to get her heart going again, they wouldn't let me stay with her. I just sat in another waiting room with Sam and stared at the wall, waiting for news on Bekah's condition.

Finally, Bekah's doctor gave a small, quiet knock on the door before coming in. I stood up immediately.

"I presume that you are one of Bekah's relatives or loved ones." She said.

I nodded.

"Okay, well, the surgery went smoothly. However, whatever it was that caused her wound, severely damaged her spinal cord. We did as much as we could to reverse the damage, but her injury caused near full body paralysis. We don't know if it's permanent or temporary just yet. " The doctor finished grimly.

"How much is 'near full body paralysis'? How much can she move?!" I questioned, panicking.

"Neck down, she may never be able to move again."

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A/N: Poor Bekah and poor Dean. I'm so so sorry for the last few sad chapters guys. But thanks for all the votes and the views. Like I always say, please vote for this chapter and comment on this story. I love to read what you guys think!
- Caitlin