My Guardian

Sacrifice

"This is crazy," Carmen mumbled as she ran a hand through my hair. She sat on the bed, wrapped in Dean's flannel. She was freezing to death.

Dean, Sam, and Eva all gave her sympathetic looks. She noticed that they were standing on the opposite side of the room, as if she was going to jump on them. At the moment she felt full though, and she was guessing that was from the blood she drank.

She drunk human blood.

Dean's a mess. The first time he sees her again, and she happen to be a monster. Why in the world did she even call him?

Because she knew he's the only one who can fix this.

"What're we going to do?" Carmen asked.

"Well," Sam started. "The only cure I've ever heard of is some spells and things within the first two hours of being bitten."

"But it's been longer than that," Carmen continued.

Dean shook his head. "There has to be something else." He hadn't said much since I woke up.

"Well, uhm, I'm gonna head to the library, pick up a few books. Maybe we can find something," Sam spat out awkwardly.

"I think I'll join you," Eva said, giving a sympathetic look to Carmen and a fierce one to Dean. Sam opened the door for Eva and closed it behind them.

They were left in silence.

Dean opened the fridge for a beer. "I'm sorry I called," Carmen whispered. "Should have just shut my face. Wouldn't have been your problem anymore."

Dean slammed the door and turned to her. "Is that why you left, huh?" He spat. His tone was full of that same menace it filled with when he talked to douche-bag guys. It took Carmen aback, even made her jump. When she looked up, however, she realized it was only a show. Dean's green eyes were filled with sadness, not anger.

"Dean," Carmen whispered as she approached him. He took a step back, making her heart skip. "I-it's okay. I'm okay, I promise," Carmen said gently. Dean didn't move when she came closer.

She gently lifted one hand and pressed it's palm against his cheek, making him look at her. "I should have never left, Dean. If I would have known-"

"You could have said goodbye," he spat.

"Yes, Dean, I did. That last night, I- I tried, but I couldn't stand to see you hurting. You would have never let me leave."

"You think I was hurting then? You should have seen me after you left, Golds. I couldn't- I-" Dean stammered.

"Shh," Carmen shushed him, pulling him into her arms. "I'm sorry, baby. But I'm here now, I'm here."

"No," Dean buried his face in her shoulder. "You're not here, Carmen. You're drinking blood and- You're a monster." Even as he said the words, he only held onto her tighter.

Carmen's heart broke.

***

"We brought food," Sam said as he came in, bearing books with Chinese stacked on top. Eva followed him in with another cooler of blood.

Carmen could smell in from inside the bathroom. She came out wondering what smelled so good, but when she saw the container, she cringed.

"Go ahead. If you wait, you'll go all crazy again," Dean told her, closing his eyes shut to block out the memory. Carmen slowly approached the cooler, and after another glance at Dean, she remembered something from her Twilight addiction a few years ago. Carmen grabbed a metal thermos from her bag and pulled some blood from the box. She poured it in carefully.

It was like she was casually drinking coffee.

Well, kind of.

They all opened books, the beginning of something that would last for weeks. It was Carmen who finally found something.

"Guys," she said with a grin when she came across the passage.

"What is it?" Eva asked, who was desperate for a cure.

Carmen went back to reading before her face fell. "Never mind," she tried to say quickly, but Dean was already half-across the room.

"Sirens cannot be cured after the poison has set in. The illness, however, can be taken on by one in a sacrifice," Dean read from the book. "It basically says that someone the human loved must be on their deathbed. It calls for the heart of the person to be put in a ritual thing. The idea is that the poison will be swapped over to the person that is dying. That way it will die off with the sacrifice, and the human will be cured."

"It's impossible, though," Carmen said.

"Not entirely," Dean whispered to the room.

"Are you crazy? I'm not letting anyone die for me!" Carmen yelled.

"It's the only way!" Dean yelled back.

"Yeah, well I'd rather die looking than trade my life for someone elses," Carmen said before she slipped on her jacket and stomped out of the motel room.