My World and Hers (a Sam Winchester love story)

Chapter 20: Paranoia (part 2)

<Sam's POV>

I work my jaw for a second, staring at the door Keira just left through, immediately regretting almost everything I just said to her. The reasoning behind questioning Kristy is justified, right? So why do I feel like I just made a huge mistake?

"Sam?" Dean asks.

I look at him.

"Common Sam, she'll get over it. I mean, it's Keira, she can't be that mad at you."

Yes she can, I think, remembering the shockingly hard glare she sent me and her icy tone. She could be extremely mad at me. Hell, she may not even come back through that door. That's what scares me the most.

"What are we going to do about Kristy?" I ask finally.

"We could try trapping her," he says.

"How?" I scoff.

"Well, we already have an angel trap. Maybe if we combined that with a devil's trap we could hold her."

I nod and help him start setting it up. First, we shove the beds against the wall and move the table out of the way. Then we start working on the traps, using the most sophisticated devil's trap we can find in our collection of books. As we're getting ready to call for Kristy, I glance at the door. Keira still isn't back.

"Sam, get your head in the game. Kris is powerful. We can't make any mistakes," Dean says, snapping me out of it.

I nod.

"Yeah, I know. Just worried about her, you know?"

Dean give me one of his honest looks.

"Nope. But I get that you're freaking out. Keira's a pretty good hunter though. I'm sure she'll be fine."

<Keira's POV>

I've been walking for...two hours according to my phone. Around an hour and fifteen minutes, I figure, I stopped being mad. Now I'm just disappointed and kinda hurt. He's right of course, if it wasn't for the fact that demons are after me, they wouldn't have had any reason to even think about me.

I stop and decide that I should start heading back to the motel room. It's getting late and I'm tired. Plus, I have a lot of walkign to do to get back. I stop and turn to head back the way I came, keeping my head down to the chill in the air with the setting sun. I'm walking for about an hour before I notice that someone is following me.

I turn down a little side street, not isolated, but less populated, and out of the corner of my eye, I see that person follow. Maybe it's a coincidence, I think. Yeah, because there are a whole bunch of those in my line of work and wanted by demons. I turn down yet another side street, this one pretty much devoid of people.

Wrong turn, I think as I see the figure behind me again, their pace picking up. Losing my nerve, I start running down the street, glancing behind me just long enough to confirm that the person following me is running too. I make a long series of twists and turns, taking allies and side streets.

Adreneline is fueling this chase, but I've seen enough nature shows to know that I can't keep running forever. I may not even be able to run all the way to the motel. I am human, after all, and whatever is chasing me is most definitely not.

I dart to the right last minute and immediately regret the decision: dead end. My breath catches in my chest even though I'm completely out of breath and I don't have any breath to spare being scared. I consider going back the way I came, but a shadow at the mouth of the alley has me backing away, deeper into my accidental trap.