The Demon's Girl

Chapter 11

Dean's p.o.v

Sam and I sat in the waiting room at the hospital, waiting for Kim's result. I anxiously tapped my heat against the ground, which annoyed the crap out of some old lady. She glared at me constantly, but I didn't care I really wanted to know if Kim was going to be okay.

"Dude, you're starting to annoy me. Just chill," I Sam said next to me.

I glared at him and rolled my eyes. "No, Sam. I won't chill. My dream girl is in a hospital, and you want me to fucking chill?" I snapped at him. "How would you like it if someone from Fall Out Boy or Panic! At The Disco or whatever the fuck you listen to was severely injured and was lying in a hospital bed?"

"Fair point."

I sighed and looked around to make sure no one within our radius could hear us talking. "But... I think I know who caused the accident," I whispered to Sam. "Brittney." Sam looked at me, suddenly alert. "What makes you say that?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "I don't know Sammie. Maybe the EMF radar went off when I scanned her truck. And I spotted her spirit staring at me," I said sarcastically, glaring at me. Sam rolled his eyes at me again and shook his eyes. "But why? What does Brittney has to do with Kim? What makes you think there were any connections between those two?" he questioned me.

"Alex. Alex is the connection," I answered him. "Alex killed god knows how many girls, and Brittney was the last girl he murdered. Pretty Kimberly was his next target-"

"But the demon killed him before he got the chance," Sam interrupted me. 

"Exactly," I replied. "This case is getting trickier by the minute. We need information on Alex and Brittney. See what you can find- school records, police records, medical information, I don't know. We need everything we can get if we want to solve this case."

Sam nodded. After being in the business for so long, he knew what to do at this point. As much as I hated to say it, I'm glad I took him out of college. "So what are we going to do about the demon?" Sam asked me. 

"Nothing right now. He could be anywhere and anyone. He could be the next person who walks in," I said.

"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE'S KIMBERLY?" I heard a voice yell.

Sam and I looked up and saw Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz rush towards the reception desk.  "Excuse me, ma'am. I got a call regarding Kimberly Paisley. May I see her?" he asked frantically. I noticed that his eyes were bloodshot red and there were tears going down his face. 

"I'm sorry, sir, but Miss Paisley is not permitted to have any visitors at the moment," she said sadly. "You're welcome to sit in the waiting room, if you like." 

Patrick gave her a heart wrenching smile and nodded stiffly. "Thank you," he said. Patrick and Pete walked towards us and sat down, his head in his hands. "Patrick, it's not your fault. It's not like you could have predicted it to happen," Pete assured him. "She'll be fine."

"And how do you know that? How do you know that she'll come out alright?"

Pete smiled and patted his back. "Have you met Kim? She may may a pretty face, but she's not the type of girl to fuck with. She will end your life," Pete answered him. "And besides, we both know that Kim would freak out if you weren't in her life."

Patrick smiled and fiddled with his hands. Pete looked over at us and stared at Sam. "Wait a minute. Aren't you guy from the woods?" Pete asked. I looked at Sam and at Pete. Sam shrugged and nodded. "Yeah. I'm Officer Taylor, and this is Officer Smith. We both brought Kim to the hospital," Sam answered.

Patrick looked up at us in a look of panic. "You brought her here? What happened? Is she okay? Tell me!" he exclaimed. I held up my hands in defense. "She got hit by an 18-wheeler truck. We managed to get her out of her truck and take her to the hospital. But we haven't been able to see her since we came," I explained.