The Demon's Girl

Chapter 18

Dean's p.o.v
*A week later*

We sat on a bench, eating some McDonald's. The death statistics has tripled intensely. Now it just wasn't men, it was men, women, children. I had a gut feeling that Patrick was doing all of this because of Kimberly. In a sense, I kind of feel bad for Patrick. He didn't want to drag Kimberly into this. He was trying to shun her from all this. I would do the same thing if I was in his place. On the other hand, I feel bad for Kimberly for falling in love with a killer.

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

I winced and glared at him. "Dude, I'm right next to you. No need to scream," I groaned.

"You were spacing out. I had to drag you back to earth," Sam said. "Anyways, we have to stop Patrick. This is getting out of hand. At this rate, Chicago's population will be gone like that."

"I know, Sam. But we gotta be careful with this. Dying and going to hell isn't fun. Trust me personal experience," I said. "It's just I'm worried about Cas. I haven't heard from him at all. I'm worried."

"I'm sure he's fine," Sam assured me.

"Where did you even find him, anyways?" I questioned.

"He was somewhere around here drinking beer," Sam said.

I looked at my baby brother with a confused look. "Cas? Drinking beer? Have you even met Cas? He would never drink beer! Don't you remember the last time he drank beer?" I asked.

I sure as hell do. Sam and I left Cas, drunk off his mind, while we went to deal with some vampires. We came back to find our rented out inn room trashed and scented of vomit, with my angel lying in one of them. Since then, Cas has swore never to drink again.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, it doesn't sound right," Sam said.

"This whole case doesn't sound right! It just doesn't add right!" I yelled, frustrated.

I threw my finished food into a nearby trashcan and just hopped into the driver's seat of my baby, Sam sitting next to me.

"So, where do we go from here?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure, Sammy. We got a pissed off demon on our ass, and a spirit fucking us up too. I don't know where to go from here," I replied.

"Maybe I can help."

Sam and I jumped and turned around. Sitting in the backseat was a girl around her late teens with pale skin, long brown hair and sported a strapless white dress with dry blood.

"Jesus, I'm driving, woman!" I yelled. "Who are you."

"My name is Brittney Kings. I'm one of Alex's victims," she introduced herself. "I want to help you."

"And why is that?" I questioned the dead girl.

"Kimberly doesn't deserve the same fate as me. No one does. I can help," Brittney replied.

"Why did Alex kill you in the first place?" Sam asked.

I watched Brittany in the rear mirror carefully. She brushed her hair back and bit her lip. "Because he could never get the girl he dreams of. So every six months, Alex finds a girl, woos her, then kills her out in the woods," Brittney explained. "I was the last victim."

"Hang on. Where's Kim in this whole mess?" I asked.

"Alex had a massive crush on her. He was obsessed with her. Keeping locks on her hair, taking pictures of her, stalking her, saving used underwear-"

"Okay, we get the point!" I interrupted her. I was majorly infatuated with Kim, but used underwear is where I draw the line.

"So, Alex's bones are gone. We're going to have to think of another way to put this freak to rest," Sam said.

"I would be down to go back to her place, but after the fiasco that went down, I don't think she's there," I said.

I sighed and continued to drive back to our motel room.

Pete's p.o.v (didn't see that coming, did you)

I sat at the back of a church, watching as Patrick decapitated an elderly pastor's head clean off. I looked around and saw the bodies of men, women, and children splattered around, body parts lying in random places and blood coated everywhere.

"Feel better?" I asked him.

"No, Pete," Patrick asked me. He turned around and I got a good look at his blood drenched body and his angry yellow eyes.

"Patrick, this is the fifth church we've been to. I'm bored," I whined.

"Then leave!" Patrick yelled.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to him using my super speed. Oh, yeah, I'm a vampire. That whole "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me" video with vampires? It's real. I'm a full fledged child of the night.

"This is is the exact reason Kim broke up with you," I said.

Patrick glared at me and went to punch me, but I grabbed his fist. "You can get mad all you want, bit it's true. You should have just told her the truth years ago," I continued.

"And what? Watch her scream at me in fear? Pete, Kim has never been scared of me before and just seeing that look on her face broke my heart," Patrick said to me.

"Can't blame her. You are covered in blood, have a hook for a hand, and have unnatural yellow eyes," I pointed out.

"You're not helping," Patrick groaned.

"Neither is killing the innocent," I countered.

"You kill too, Pete. You need to drink blood to survive."

"Yeah, I drink blood, but I go to the blood donation center and feed off of all the blood there," I said.

Patrick sighed and shoved the podium down, crushing it under his feet with a hard stomp. "Those damn Winchesters. They'll pay for ruining my relationship with Kim. They should have never came," Patrick growled. "Whatever. Two can play that game."

I didn't like that tone of his voice. It was dark and sinister, something that doesn't suit Patrick. "What are you planning, Patrick?" I asked.

He looked at me and smirked devilishly. "Can't a demon have fun?"

A/N: WHAT'S PATRICK HIDING? WHERE IS KIM WHILE ALL OF THIS IS GOING DOWN? IS MCR GETTING BACK TOGETHER??? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF "THE DEMON'S GIRL"