Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 47

Fast forward to Ethan's 10th birthday.

~Dean's POV~

"Hey E. I'm gonna film this. It's a big birthday for you- you're in the double digits now." Ethan laughed. I filmed everything. He was opening his presents. He was having a blast. Sam and I got him some Lego sets, and Miranda got him some new race car toys.

"Thanks everyone! I love it!" He said happily.

"Time to blow out your candles and eat some cake." I told him. We were all joking around. I sneakily pointed the camera at Miranda who refused to be filmed.

"Dean. Stop." She said.

"Relax. I'm just kidding." I said

We all ate our cake and hung out with Ethan the rest of the day. Sam went and hung out with Ethan in his room because Ethan wanted to play cars with him. Miranda and I sat on the couch and watched tv.

"I wonder how the video came out." I said. I replayed the video on the camera. I couldn't help but smile at the huge grin on Ethan's face. Suddenly, we got to where I filmed Miranda. Her eyes were glowing in the video. This wasn't good. Glowing eyes meant she was a shapeshifter. I started to set the camera down so I could ask her about it, in case I was wrong, but I wasn't.

The second I looked at Miranda, she grabbed me by my shirt and shoved me forcefully to the ground. My body hit the ground with a thump, and I was starting to get scared. My arm hurt bad from the impact with the floor. I groaned in pain. I managed to move fast enough to kick Miranda to the ground, and get up. We had a bit of a fist fight. I kicked and punched, but was failing. My hurt arm was hurting more and more as we fought. She punched and punched, each time colliding with my face, sending my head side to side in swift motions. I was slowly being forced backwards into the wall. Despite my best attempts, she was hurting me far more than I was hurting her. I was becoming unsteady on my feet. I wouldn't have made it to Ethan's room fast enough in order to get Sam's help. I was about to call for him, but Miranda shoved me to the ground again, and placed her hands around my neck. Her thumbs dug into my throat and my airway was being significantly crushed. I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air, and tried to shove her off, but she was too strong. I swiped at her, but it did nothing. I was slowly losing consciousness and my chest was getting tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, I felt her being ripped off of me, and I heard a gunshot. Sam loomed over me in what fraction of vision I had left due to my almost unconsciousness.

"Dean? Dean?" He shouted

"Sam. She was a-" I started breathily, but was still having trouble talking.

"I know. I knew Miranda would never do that, plus when you were filming, I thought I saw her eyes glow, but I didn't know for sure, so once I saw this, I figured it out."

"Thanks for coming out at the right time, Sam." I said.

"You don't have to thank me. We need to find Miranda though."

"We can try to see if her phone is still on and we can track it. She may have enough signal to track even if it's not enough to make a call. I hope we find her in time."

"Me too Dean." Sam said. He pulled up the tracking stuff on his laptop and found her. We headed out right away. We took Ethan with us and while we were in the car, we simply explained shapeshifters and that the person dead on the floor was not his mom. He seemed to understand despite being terrified. We got to the spot where I traced her phone. It was an old house. We went inside, guns loaded. We looked in every room and they were all clear.

~Sam's POV~

There was no one in the house. There was, however a basement that was locked from the outside with 5 large deadbolts. We managed to get the door open with our lock picks and guns. I sprinted down the stairs, and I saw her in the corner.

"Miranda!" I shouted at her. She didn't say anything, but instead looked at us with fear in her eyes. I looked around her to be sure it was clear. She was tied up in the corner. She was extremely dirty and her hair was matted. She was in rough shape. There were empty plates scattered around, which reassured me that she was fed. "It's ok baby. I'm here." She looked beat up and somewhat malnourished, but not to the point that she needed to go to the hospital. She just needed some rest, a shower, and good food. I bent down next to her, and she shielded her face with her tied up hands as best as she could.

"Please, don't hurt me." She mumbled, all the fear present in her faint voice. I cut her ropes and picked her up bridal style. She cried, harder than I've ever seen someone cry, into my shoulder.

"I've got you baby. No one's going to hurt you anymore." I helped her in the backseat of the impala. "It's ok baby. I'm right here." I was about to shut her door when she grabbed my hand.

"S-Sam?" She asked cautiously.

"It's me babe. We're taking you back home. You'll be ok." She nodded slightly. I shut her door, got in the passenger seat, and we sped back to the bunker.

"Mommy?" Ethan asked with tears in his eyes.

"Bud, she's ok. She's just pretty weak. I promise she'll be ok." He nodded. We got back to the bunker and I laid her in bed. She fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow.

I walked back out to Dean for a minute so she could rest.
"Dean, is she gonna be ok?" I asked.

"She'll be fine. She wasn't in near as bad shape as I expected." I nodded. After a while, I headed back in and sat next to the bed in a chair. After a few minutes she woke up.

"Hey baby. You're ok. It's dead and you're safe now."

"Stay away from me!" She shouted. "Stay away!"

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I said stay away from me. Get out!" I did as she said, not wanting to make a big argument or get her worked up any more. She sounded so scared.