Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 16: Awkward Reunions

DEAN POV

I should've never flirted with that girl. Theresa? Was that her name? No... Tiffany? No, it was something different... Tara! Her name was Tara. I should've never flirted with Tara. But I was just so pissed that Catherine didn't tell me about that guy. He could've did something and she wouldn't even know. I wouldn't even know. I only let things happen with Tara because I figured it would only be a one-time thing where I could blow off my steam. Plus, she flirted with me. But now I feel like an ass and my girl just walked out the damn door. And she left the pretty boy, scumbag, douchebag, Ken doll bartender to keep me away from her. Who the fuck was this guy?

When the door shut behind her, I moved towards it, but Ken doll only stood in my way.

"Move," I ordered but he didn't even bat an eye. "Listen Barbie. I don't know if you can hear me through all that plastic, but you're in my way."

"You're not going anywhere," he calmly said as he shifted his weight in front of me. Is that a threat? Is the bartender threatening me?

"Listen kid," I informed him before I started throwing punches so he'll know that I at least warned him, "unless you want your pretty little face messed up to a point where even your mother can't recognize you, I suggest you step out of my way." My blood was boiling and with each second that was wasted with this scumbag, Catherine got further away from me.

He only stepped closer to me and got in my face. And that's when I threw the first punch.

CATHERINE POV

I had no idea where I was going, but I knew for a fact that I needed to get away from Dean. I was still in shock that he would do that to me. And that he would've hid it from me. All I wanted to do was apologize for not telling him about seeing that guy. I wanted to tell him about my dream and hopefully he would open up with me too. That I would walk out of that bar with Dean by my side and a smile on my face. But I only got a broken heart and shattered hopes. Now I'm walking in the cold rain to God knows where, all by myself.

My feet carried me across the sidewalk that ran across the hotel and away from the bar. Each drop of rain tapped my skin and left it wet in its wake. I didn't care though; I was too busy replaying the previous events in my mind. I felt betrayed, confused, upset, and a bunch of other emotions that I probably haven't felt before. Or at least I didn't remember them. I was crying, but it wasn't hysterical. I was just letting the tears fall. Maybe no one would've noticed, though. The rain would only make it look like rain. And I was secretly thankful it rained tonight.

I don't know why, but I stopped walking. I felt someone's presence, but it wasn't a normal person's presence. I felt paranoid. Like I was being watched and followed. And I knew for a fact that maybe someone was following me. I never got this feeling unless it was true.

By instinct, I bent down to act as if I was tying my shoe. The person following me wouldn't think anything of it because I tried my hardest to act casual. I even looked at my shoe before bending down and groaned like it was the hardest thing in the world. They wouldn't know that I was actually grabbing the small knife I kept in my shoe for safekeeping. As a hunter, you're always on the edge and on the job. So it's a very good idea to keep some sort of weapon on you at all costs. You have no idea what kinds of monsters are hiding in the shadows.

I heard the footsteps behind me and I gripped the knife tight as I pulled it out of my boot. I slowly got up, hiding the knife from the person's sight by my side. I took a breath to prepare myself for whatever would unfold. My muscles got loose and I readied myself. Before I could even turn around, the person spoke.

"Hello, lil sis."

I knew that voice. I haven't heard it in a year. I held my breath as I realized who it was.

"Joey?" I slowly turned around that's when I saw him for the first time in a year. But his face wasn't bruised and bloodied. There wasn't a rag in his mouth and he wasn't tied to a chair. He was standing with a smirk on his face. He looked well put together. I looked him up and down as he stood there with his arms extended. What the hell?

"I thought you were dead," I commented as confusion filled my mind. Normally people would be thrilled to see their long lost brother who they believed were dead. But I had so many questions. How did he live? Edward took him somewhere and that's the last time I saw him. What did Edward do to him? How did he get out? Why didn't he come say hello to me? Why didn't he care? Why is he suddenly standing in front of me? Why was I still paranoid?

"So did I," he said casually. I stared at him in disbelief. He seemed...different. Then my mind made the connection it should have when I saw him.

"You were the one watching me in the amusement park," I said to myself more than to him. He was wearing the same thing. The only thing different was how close he was. What the heck is going on?

"What's a good big brother to do? You're hanging out with two men." He replied in a sarcastic tone, "What's their names?... Oh, right. Sam and Dean." This wasn't the Joey I knew. "It's my born duty to protect my little sister from two unknown men..."

"H-how did you know their na-..." I started, but Joey interrupted me.

"Well, I've been following you for quite a while now," he casually answered as he walked closer to me as he talked with his hands, "You just never noticed until tonight." There was a sinister grin on his face as he closed the space between us. Suddenly, I felt threatened and I pulled the knife out for Joey to see. I didn't trust him. Joey wasn't Joey. Then I remembered what he could be and I said the one thing that would prove my hypothesis.

"Christo..." I whispered in Latin. Joey flinched and that's when his eyes turned a dark black. I gasped in utter disbelief. Saying 'christo' near a demon would force them to show themselves. It causes some sort of pain, I think. I wouldn't know– I'm not a demon.

"W-what did he do to you?" I asked as a ball formed in my throat. I tried to imagine what Edward did to Joey. He was a demon. My brother was a demon. Joey blinked the black away and his blue eyes came back. He smiled an eerie smile before answering.

"No, Catherine, it's what he did for me," he taunted with a smile, "I don't feel anything anymore, Catherine. It's great. I should thank him, really. I don't know why I never liked him." Out of nowhere he moved quickly and threw me up against the wall. The breath was knocked out of me and I dropped the knife on impact. He held me to the wall with one arm as the other arm reached behind him. That's when I saw three other men with black eyes come out of the dark behind him. Oh shit.

Joey took something out of his back pocket. He brought it in front of my face and it took me a couple seconds to realize it was the same syringe from that night. I tried to get out of his grasp, but the men behind him only took Joey's place to hold me against the wall.

"Joey," I pleaded as thunder rang out around us, "please don't do this..."

Joey only took the safety cap off the end of the needle and flicked the syringe. He looked at me, his blue eyes cutting into me, as a smirk grew on his face. My eyes grew wide as he walked closer to me with the syringe close to my skin. One of the men holding me against the wall held my head to the side so Joey could have room to put the needle in. But Joey held it there for a moment.

"But I must," he taunted, "because your ex, Catherine, happens to be my boss. And this is the only way I can thank him for all that he has done for me." That's when he stuck the needle in my skin; the substance inside now flowing through my veins. My head got light, and I could feel myself fading. The man let go of my head, but still held me against the wall. Joey dropped the syringe and the last thing I saw was his smirk.