Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 37: Mutualism

I've always known that there was something more to this than just trying to get me back. Edward always had a craving for power, hence while he abused me the entire relationship. He came from a rich family who thought that they could rule the world. I never got to meet them; Edward told me I was too disappointing to bring home. But I had a great idea of how they were: a rich, narcissistic, full-of-themselves type of family. I knew they were just like Edward, so it wasn't hard to just picture a well-dressed family with a huge mansion and with huge egos. I was never good enough for Edward, and it took me two years of physical and emotional pain to realize that I didn't need to be good enough for him. He was an abusive asshole and he had no control over me anymore. He might have made me ask for his approval for everything I did, and thought he had the metaphorical controller over my entire life in his hands; but I was much more than his little toy. I was a human being who had control over her own life. When Edward realized I finally knew that, he panicked. He tried to bind me to him, but I was getting too strong. Eventually, he had no way of keeping me with him and I was able to break out of his grasp with the help of my family.

            That was just when he was human. Now he's a demon, with demon powers and demon connections. He has more power than he ever did; and now he's getting more of it with human souls. He might even have stolen other souls other than my family's. He can use them to become what he wanted since he was a kid: the ruler of the world. It didn't matter if you told him it was impossible and totally irrational; he wouldn't listen. He let it all go to his head, and now he is even more dangerous than he used to be. Now he can get what he wants, and he wouldn't care about the bloodshed that has to go with it.

            Why is it that I attract the psychopaths?

            I had filled Dean, Sam, and Jess in on all of it. They all seemed to agree with my assumptions about Edward stealing more souls, and Dean and Sam decided to confirm it with their hunting and investigation skills. Dean, of course, took more convincing to get him across the fence. He didn't want to leave immediately, and I agreed. I wasn't quite ready to let them leave yet, especially since Joe is supposed to be following me everywhere like a deadly shadow.

            On the other hand, Dean demanded that if they were to leave Jess and me behind, I was to get that tattoo as soon as possible. I didn't really want to rush into it, but I should probably just get the promise over with. I mean, the sake of the world was at hand, and if getting the tattoo would provide me some protection, I minus well. Although I don't really see how an anti-possession tattoo will help, but if it brings Dean comfort at night then I guess I should just do it. He deserves it.

            And so, that's why I was in the Impala, sitting in the passenger seat as Dean drove, listening to his cassette tapes. The rumbling of the engine created a calming white noise to each pause of the song that was playing. I let Dean's deep, calming humming distract me from the situation at hand.

            Then THEE song came on. The song that I will, no matter what, jam my heart out to. I always listened to this song even when I was a little girl and sometimes I was made fun of because of it, but I just brushed it off. I don't really know why I liked it so much; maybe it was the fact that I found it funny about how cliché it was, or maybe it was how I would jam out to it with my dad on long car rides. I was surprised Dean even had it on his cassette tape. So when I heard the first few beats of "Baby Come Back" by Player, I gasped.

            "No way," I said through my hand that I had over my mouth. This song was so funny to me that I became emotionally attached to it. I could just picture some guy coming back to the girl to beg for their forgiveness. It was such a cliché song, and I hated how it was one, but I loved it anyway for the memories it brought.