Never Be Over You (Dean Winchester love story)

Chapter 23

"Oh god," Dean whispers, its really not a pretty sight. This isn't even his body, I don't know what part it is. "Think that's Travis?"

"What's left of him." I say.

"Guess you were right about Jack." Sam says. Suddenly I hear Dean grunt and then he's not standing beside me anymore. Jack knocks him down so now he's laying on the table. Sam gets ready to torch him, but then Jack knocks him down and bangs him in the head with the torch. I go to torch after too but he does the same to me. I wake up, I don't know how long after, in a closet with Sam. His nose and a part of his forehead are bleeding.

"Sam, are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, fine, you?"

"Well, considering the conditions I'm all good. Where's Dean?" We both start panicking and then try to open the closet but its locked.

"Dean?" Sam says.

"Dean can't come to the phone right now." I hear Jack say from the other side of the door.

"Jack!" I yell and hit the door, "If you hurt him I swear to god-"

"Calm down. Your boyfriend is alive," Jack says, both me and Sam take sighs of relief, "But not if you don't calm down."

"Alright Jack, listen, open the door and we can figure this out ok?" Sam says. Figure this out? The only figuring out I'm doing is torching this son of a bitch.

"We'll have a little brainstorming session."

"Jack please."

I hear Jack mumble something, but Sam understands.

"What? What are you talking about?" Sam asks as he starts looking the his pockets for something. He signals to me a key going into a lock and the turning his hand. I pat my pockets down too looking for a lock pick or a bobby pin or something.

"You send your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive."

"What? Why?" Sam asks.

"He didn't say." I look around this little closet and find hangers. This could work as a lock pick. I take one down and hand it to Sam. Good thing the hangers are wire ones. "I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves."

"Listen to me, you gotta believe me, us and my brother, we never would've hurt her okay?"

"God, I'm so hungry."

"Jack, don't do this." Sam says as he starts picking the lock.

"I can't ever see my family again. You two, your friend, you made me into this!"

"No one is making you kill us." I say. The hanger isn't working.

"Listen to me, you've got this dark pit inside you, I know, believe me I know, but that doesn't mean you have to fall into it, you don't have to be a monster," I motion for Sam to move out of the way to let me try to pick the lock and he hands me the hanger as I sit on the floor an starts working at it.

"Have you seen me lately?"

"Doesn't matter what you are, it only matters what you do. It's your choice." I finally get the door. I stand up quickly and burst it open. Me and Sam stand ready with our torches.

"Jack!" Sam yells. He gets up from beside Dean and starts running towards us.

"Say hello to my little friend." I say then me and Sam light up our torches. He instantly catches on fire. After Jack falls to the ground, I run after to Dean and help him up.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah, let's get out of here." We leave right away, leaving Jack in a burning fire. We leave town right away too. Again we all sit in our usual spots, Sam in the passenger seat, Dean driving and me in the back.

"You did the right thing you know, that guy was a monster there was no going back. Sam I wanna tell you I'm sorry, I've been kinda hard on you lately." Dean says.

"Don't worry about it Dean."

"It's just that, your psychic thing scares the crap out of me."

"Look if its all the same, I'd really rather not talk about it."

"What? You don't wanna talk? You?"

"There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you, I can't make you understand."

"Why don't you try?" I ask.

"I can't because this thing, this blood, it's not in you the way it's in me, it's just something I gotta deal with."

"Not alone." Me and Dean say at the same time.

"Either way it doesn't matter, these powers is playing with fire. I'm don't with them. I'm done with everything."

"Really?" I ask.

"Well that's a relief. Thank you." Dean says.

"Don't thank me, I'm not doing it for you or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice."

**sorry for the short chapter I'll try to get another one up soon...I have plans and I'm SUPER excited, anyways my iPod is going to die soon so I have to go plug it in..don't forget to comment, follow and vote thanks ciao