Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Rain Storm

Dean:

When I was discharged from hospital, the first thing that I did was sleep. Sleep was good, sleep was your friend, until you started to have nightmares. But if the nightmare hadn't have woken me up, I worry about what else I could have found in the bathroom, if the scene could have been different.

I woke up with an empty hollow in the bed, Sammy still out cold in the one next to me. "Kali?" I asked, seeing the door to the bathroom closed. "Khalilah, baby, you in the can?" There was no reply so I got up carefully to knock on the door. "Khalilah, it's me, open up."

"G, go away..." She muttered, and I heard the splash of water on the other end, and realised she must have been in the bath tub. "Please, Dean..."

"Hey, it's OK. Khalilah, there's not much I haven't seen yet, but I need to use the can." I told her softly, trying the handle but it was locked. She never locked the door. "What's going on, baby? Talk to me."

Which was when I could smell the cleaning product, heavy with bleach and disinfectant, and remembered how covered in blood she'd been. Blood of the person she'd killed by accident. "God, Khalilah!" 

I forced the door open, seeing her huddled in the water with a scouring brush and sat in the tub with just her chest and head out of it, though her long blonde hair had it's end in the water and I could see even the little bit of colour had drained away from it's time in the freezing cold bleach water. "Oh, God, Kali-" I moved quickly, scooping her out of the water before grabbing the plug to let it start to swirl away. 

"What are you doing, oh, God, baby..." I muttered, starting to wash down the inside of the tub with warm water, making it safe for me to move her back in there. "Your skin. Oh, Khalilah..."

She didn't speak as I carefully put her back into the bath, getting the shower head to try and wash away the bleach on her skin as I saw how she'd tried to scrub at her hands and hair with the brush. Her hands were bright red as I carefully moved them to run the water and sweet smelling motel soap over them. "You gonna talk to me or am I gonna have to get Sam in here to play Doctor Phil?"

Khalilah's bright blue eyes just stared at her hands, a little star birthmark that had been a sort of tanned brown, it had lightened to the colour her skin had been, while a lot of her was a just off white. "I can still see it. His blood, on my hands, in my hair, on my face... I bit him, and, and I tasted his blood, Dean, and it tasted amazing..."

"But it's just the iron. Remember?" I told her carefully, and once I was sure the chemicals were off I picked up a fluffy towel and wrapped it around her, lifting her back up to just hold her on the bathroom floor as she started to shiver. I couldn't take her to hospital, she was too different, an alien... "It's just your anaemia, Khalilah, which is why you eat more meat than I do. You didn't mean to do that, and it's not going to happen again."

"I killed him, Deany. The host, the man that Alastair was using as a skin suit." She muttered, hiding her face in my chest as I just stroked her wet hair. "He could have had a life, a wife, kids and I ended that. They'll never find his body..."

Oh, Khalilah... "That's not your fault. I promise you, that it is not your fault. Why didn't you talk to me, Khalilah? I'm here, I want to know when you're hurting, because your pain is my pain, I am here for you."

She just started to cry, one of the few times that I'd actually see tears fall from her eyes as normally they just hardened into ice. "His life is on my hands Dean... W, w, what hurts more, is, is that I was taught how to kill a demon at the age of 10... I did it in a simulator, and I did it just fine, and I lived with it. But my parents didn't actually teach me anything about how I'd feel with really killing someone... It wouldn't hurt quite this bad if it wasn't for those memories..."