The Demon's Girl

Ch.15

Sam's p.o.v

I stared at Alex's spirit and watched as he glared viciously at us. And by us, I mean Kim. "Take it that's your best friend?" I asked him She nodded and backed away slowly, terror etched on her face. "Yeah, but... h-he's dead!" Kim cried out. "This is impossible! How can this be?"

"Miss me, princess?" Alex taunted. "I left before I could give you your present. Came back all the way from hell to give it to you.

Alex smirked and drove directly towards us, destroying graves in the process. "Run!" Dean yelled. We all turned around and ran away from the crazy spirit. Gunshots were fires and bullets ran down near us. We got in the car and drove3 off as fast as we could.

"What the hell is going on?" Kim demanded.

"Look, you're not going to like this, but we're not really police officers," Dean confessed.

"What?" Kim yelled.

"I'm Dean, this is my brother, Sam. We're hunters, we go after these kinds of things. Spirits, monsters, demons, you name it. We heard about the recent deaths here in Chicago and came to check it out."

"So you lied to me?" Kim questioned.

Glass shattered around us and I saw Alex holding a gun and firing at us. "Right now, the amount of deceit is the least of our worries! We need to get rid of Alex!" I interrupted. "Can you go any faster?"

"What do you think I'm doing, Sam?" Dean yelled at me.

The radio turned on and started screeching in our ears. "You think you can get away from me, pookybear?" Alex's voice asked menacingly. "You can't get away from me, Kimberly. You and I were meant to be together and you know that. Our destiny says that we must get married and fuck ourselves senseless. Isn't that what you want? To have sex with a real man? Why go after some fat, obese Pillsbury doughboy when you could have this?"

The car stopped and I looked Dean. "Out of gas," he said. We looked at Kim, but we froze when we saw her. Her eyes were glowing red and she growled under her blood scented breath. "Nobody calls my man fat and gets away with it!" she roared. She got out of the car and marched towards Alex. We looked at each other and hurriedly out of the car, grabbing anything in case things got a little messy. Alex got out of the car and strolled up to us, holding out a gun in front of us.

"So you think my man is fat, huh?" Kim demanded.

"Honey, I don't think. I know," Alex replied.

Kim growled and punched Alex the face. She picked him up and slammed him against the ground. I cringed at the sound Alex made when hit the ground.

"Listen to me, bastard," Kim hissed dangerously at ALEX. "I don't give a damn if you're the Hulk. I don't give a damn if you're Thor. Hell, you could be Dwane "The Rock" Johnson and I still won't give two fucks. Don't you ever, EVER, call my man fat!!!"

With that, she picked up random iron pole that just so happened to be lying around and jabbed it through his chest. Alex smiled and winked at her.

"This isn't over, Kim. You will be mine and we will be together, whether you like it or not. "

Alex disappeared in thin air, leaving me, Kim and Dean alone. "That went well," Dean piped up.

"Yeah, swell," I replied sarcastically.

I walked over to Kim and touched her shoulder. "Kim, are you okay?" I asked. She looked at me and her eyes we're back to her being blue. "Look, I know we lied to you, and we're sorry, but we need your help. Whoever is doing this all these killings has something to do with you. We have an idea who it is, but you can't freak out."

"Tell me. Who's doing all of this? " she asked.

I looked at Dean and he looked at Kim. "The thing that killed Alex and all those other victims is a demon, and... we think Patrick is the culprit."

"Pattycakes?" Kim asked. "No, you got it all wrong. He wouldn't hurt a fly. What makes you think my boyfriend would do this? "

"Think about it, Kim: yellow eyes, a hook for a hand. Where do you think that came from?"

Kim stared at us for a while, and at her shoes. "The Young Blood Chronicles," she whispered. "B-but, that was completely fictional! It was to promote Save Rock and Roll! There's no way my boyfriend is a demon! You guys are nuts! Stay away from me!"

"Kim, wait!" I called out to her.

She got into her truck and buckled up. I ran to her truck and looked at her seriously. "If Patrick really is the demon, then your life is in danger. He could kill you, " I warned her.

She stared at me for a while and shook her head. "Patrick would never hurt me" she whispered.

I backed up and watched her drive off. "Great, now what?" I asked. I looked at Dean inspecting his car. Figures that in the middle of a job, Dean is more concerned about his precious baby.

"My baby! I gotta replace all the windows, the tires, get a paint job to cover up all those boo boos-"

"Dean!" I yelled at him.

"Okay, okay!" Dean said. "Look, we need more evidence. We can't just jump into conclusions. There's only one thing we can do now. "

I looked at Dean and shook my head. "Dean, I know what you're thinking, and no. We are not breaking into their house! " I argued.

"You got a better idea, smart ass?" Dean snapped.

I didn't had anything better. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, it was all we had left. "When?" I asked him.

"As soon as I get my baby here patched up. Poor thing is in pain, aren't you? Aren't you, my little precious?" Dean cooed.

I raised an eyebrow and shook my head. It was hard to think that he was my brother.

Cas's p.o.v.

I trembled in fear and glared at the demon walking around me in circles, blood, trickling down my mouth and bruises splashed all over my face and most likely my body. "You won't get away with this, Stump!" I yelled. "Sam and Dean will stop you!"

Patrick smirked and shook his head, his hook glinting. "I highly doubt that you're little hunter friends will save you in time by the the time I'm done with you," Patrick laughed. "Besides, why would Dean save you? He doesn't love you."

"Yes he does!" I retorted.

Patrick snickered and looked at me dead in the eye. "If he loved you, he wouldn't have been having sex with Foxes, a random woman he met at a bar, " he pointed out. "Face it, he will always be the man you first met. He'll never change for an innocent angel like yourself. "

I stared at him helplessly, not saying anything. Patrick smirked and walked off, leaving me tied up in a chair and heavily guarded by his demon minions.

"What will you do?" I asked, loud enough for him to hear me. "What will you do when she finds out the truth?"

Patrick stopped and froze for a while, before looking at me. "She'll never find out. I'll make sure of that," he answered.

I watched him disappear, leaving me bounded to a chair and completely helpless.