The Demon's Girl

Chapter 12

Kim's p.o.v

I watched as Patrick walk out of the room and stare out the window. I wasn't stupid. Weird shit's been going on lately and it really creeped me out. First, I see Brittney's spirit or ghost haunting my existence, now my truck magically starts controlling itself, causing me to be in a really terrible car crash. What next?

I moaned in pain as I felt a sharp pain electrocute all throughout my body. I was really in need of a back massage. I looked at my foot, which was in a cast and sighed. I wish Patrick could give me a nice foot massage. He gave the best massages ever. I blinked and looked out the window. Patrick and Pete were talking, and it really looked serious. Now that I think about it, Patrick's been acting weird lately as well. It's almost as if he's been keeping something from me.

'Patrick would never keep a secret from me,' I thought to myself. 'We've been a couple for almost two years.'

'But what if he's keeping something really big from you?' my inner said. 'For all you know, he could be cheating on you.'

The more I thought about it, the more worried I was. The thought of Patrick cheating on me with another girl really pissed me off. But knowing Patrick, he wouldn't step foot in a bar, much less a strip club. But still, something about Patrick gave me an uneasy vibe. It scared me, to be honest, but I was still worried. 

'You're thinking way too deep about this,' I thought. 'You're only thinking this because of the weird things happening to you.'

I sighed and leaned my head against the pillow. I was arguing to myself, and it just gave me a headache. I heard the door opened and looked over to see Patrick walk in. I smiled and held out my hand out for him. "Everything okay?" I asked him. Patrick walked over and sat down on my bed, taking my hand. "Yeah, everything's fine, Kimmiekins," he assured me.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Patrick smiled and nodded, kissing my hand. I couldn't help but to smile and giggle at his adorable gesture. "So, I just spoke to the doctor. He said that you can leave tomorrow," Patrick said. "Your cast, however, has to stay in for about five weeks, unfortunately."

I pouted and looked at the cast again. "Will you take care of me?" I asked. Patrick leaned in and kissed my cheek tenderly, before dropping soft kisses down my neck and around my collarbone. "P-patrick," I moaned. I felt his lips split into a smile  as he continued to leave kisses on my neck. "Of course I will, princess," He said. He pulled away and and kissed my softly on my lips. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening it sweet sensation of his lips on mine. How could someone so cute and adorable be the cheating type? He can't even kill a spider without feeling bad and having a small funeral for the small creature. 

"Ahem."

Patrick and I pulled away and we saw Pete smirking at us with his arms crossed against his chest. I glared at Pete and flicked him off. "We're in the middle of some quality couple time, thank you, sir," I said, annoyed. "You have a girlfriend. Do us a favor and go canoodle with her."

"And leave you two alone? Not taking any chances," Pete replied.

He walked in and patted Patrick's on the back. "Besides, Patrick and I gotta get you rest off those wounds of yours," Pete said. I pouted and looked at Patrick. He smiled and stroked my cheek. I closed my eyes and nuzzled closer to his touch. "I'll be back tomorrow morning, princess. I promise," he said. 

"You better come and get me," I said jokingly.

Patrick leaned down and kissed me then pulled away and walked out with Pete. "I love you, Kimmiekins," he said, blowing me a kiss. I blushed at his public display of affection and winked at him. "I love you too, Pattycakes," I replied. 

"Come on, lovebird," Pete teased Patrick.

Pete shoved Patrick out the door and closed it behind him, leaving me all alone. I sighed and and looked out the window. I wish whatever that was going on would just stop. Yet, I can't help but to shake off the feeling that this is only the start of something new.

Sam's p.o.v

After dropping Kim at the library and speaking to Pete and Patrick, Dean and I went back to our motel room and do as many research on Alex and Brittney as we can. So far we couldn't find anything worth using, but I had a feeling we were close.

"Find anything?" Dean asked.

"Just like I told you, Dean, five minutes ago, no," I replied.

Dean groaned and tossed down some of Alex's files. "How are we supposed to solve this case when we can find anything about Alex? He barely has any information in his journals," Dean complained. I rolled my eyes and hacked into the Chicago Police Station database. I typed in Alex's name and his information popped up on his screen.

"Well, you won't have to look anymore. I got something on Winston," I said. "Apparently, when he was thirteen, he accidentally shot his girlfriend Bryanna Cook in the woods, the same place where the demon killed him. The police never did find Bryanna's body, but Alex was arrested for murder and sent to juvy for four months, since he was a minor."

"So he started killing people at a young age. What else?" Dean questioned.

I looked at his records and shook my head. "Nothing much. I mean, he was suspected for killing multiple girls, but that's it."

"And Brittney?" I asked.

I looked up Brittney and and read her files quickly. "Nothing much. I mean, she from the looks of it, she had a clean records. No murders, no vandalism, clean school records," I said.

Dean nodded and walked off. "Yeah, but that doesn't answer one question: why would Alex want to Kill Kim? It doesn't add up to anything. What could Kim possibly have done to make Alex want to kill her?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure, Dean. I'm just not sure," I said.

We sat there in silence not knowing what to saw to each other, until my phone broke the silence by blasting Alone Together by Fall Out Boy. "We're going to have a serious intervention about your taste in music," Dean said.

"Shut up,"  I said.

Dean got up and looked out the window. "I've been thinking about something. Remember when you were telling me about the video Fall Out Boy made? You know, when Patrick becomes a demon and all that shit?" 

"You mean, the Young Blood Chronicles?" I asked him.

"Yeah, that," Dean replied. "What if... what if Patrick really is a demon? I mean, his partner in crime Foxes was a demon in both the film and real life! And I almost had sex with her!"

"That doesn't prove that Patrick's a demon," I pointed out.

Dean walked over to me and rubbed my shoulder. "Which is exactly why you're going to go spy on him," Dean said. "It makes sense, Sam. You're a Fall Out Boy wikipedia. You know just about everything about them. It only makes sense that you go investigate."

"And what about you?" I asked.

"I sit here and do more research about Alex," Dean said, as if it was obvious.  "Look, Sam. People are dying, and Patrick is clearly a suspect. The faster we get some information on him, the quicker we can leave."

I sighed and shook my head. Although I hated to admit it, he was right. Innocent people were dying and we had to do something before someone else got hurt. I just hope that we weren't too late.