Killing Me Slowly (Third Book to the Secrets Will Kill You Series)

To Believe Or Not To Believe Part 3

It got dark quickly and I headed outside to grab what we needed and then headed back inside to Dean and Melanie. "I texted Brit to let her and Sam know we had to hold up here and protect Melanie and that they should hurry the hell up" I said to Dean, kind of absentmindedly.

I didn't even look at him as I said it and I tossed him the duffle bag I was holding and I started to move her couches out of the way. Melanie caught on and she started to help. I saw Dean was about to head into the kitchen.

"She doesn't have any extra salt. I checked the first time I walked into the house. We'll have to use what we have" I grunted as Melanie and I got one couch to the back corner of the living room.

When we straightened our backs, she gave me a weird look. "Sorry...part of my job is to be noisy...always gotta be prepared for anything" I said to her.

Then, I walked over to Dean to help him move the other couch and I signaled for Melanie to move the coffee table out of the way as well so now we had this whole open area in the center of the living room. I got out our big box of salt from our duffle bag and I got a hold of Melanie, telling her to stand in the center as I started to form a huge salt circle around her.

Dean got both shot guns from the bag, got inside the circle as I finished up and I set the box down. "And you're sure that will work?" she asked us.

"It should hold her off long enough for Sam and Brittney to find the bones and burn them, hopefully" I said.

"Does it hurt them? When you burn their bones"

"I never really thought about it. Probably, yea" Dean answered.

"Good" she replied. Dean and I just looked at each other and then...it was time to wait.

"So...where do we go from here?" Dean whispered to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my eyes alert.

"I mean...you and me..."

I snapped my eyes at him. "Excuse me? You're seriously going to try and have this conversation with me now?" I looked away again.

"Now is as good a time as any"

"Well, sorry if I'm mistaken but last time I checked there wasn't an us because you broke up with me so..."

"And if I admitted I was wrong?"

That made me look at him. "There might be a chance for you...two percent" I shrugged and looked away again.

"Two percent?" he laughed.

"You expect higher than that?" I laughed too, looking at him.

"Maybe at least a five"

"You think too highly of yourself, Winchester" I smirked and Melanie snickered.

I felt him just smiling at me...and yea, I was smiling too, but whatever. His phone started to ring. He answered it.

"Dean, it's the pawn shop guy" I heard Sam say.

"How do you know?"

"He goose chased us to a friggin pregnant yoga class"

"Well figure out where he put the bones"

"We will"

Then, Melanie gasped. We looked and saw that creepy ass bitch, Margaret, looking through the window. "Fast, Sam" he finished and hung up, right as Margaret vanished.

We were all silent for, what seemed like, a long moment, anticipating some kind of attack. "Is she gone?" Melanie asked.

"No...she's close..." I said.