An Unlikely Supernatural Relationship

Chapter 27

Dean's POV:

Alastair start humming something and pulls out what seems to be a scythe,
"You're going to kill a reaper with that? Little on the nose don't you think?" I snipe trying to buy time,
"Is it? An old friend gave it to me, you know he doesn't really ride a white horse, but he does have three amigos, and they're just jonesing for the apocalypse." Alistair replies as he walks over to the first reaper grabs it and start chanting the ritual. 

Sam and I look around desperately for a way to get out but before we managed Alastair kills the reaper then moves onto Tess, that's when I see the chandelier, right above the border of the trap, I point it out to Sam and we both focus on beginning to make it fall.  After a suspenseful couple of seconds, it falls with a satisfying crash effectively breaking the trap.  The crash having distracted Alastair, Tessa takes the opportunity disappearing out of the trap, appearing where the chains are chained and releases it.
"Time to go." I announce as we flicker out of there having successfully prevented the seal from being broken, now to check on Pamela and Vilda, I hope they're ok.

Meanwhile

My POV:

Out of the blue I'm grabbed from behind around the neck, thinking quickly I head butt my attacker making them let me go stumbling back a couple of step.  I turn to see my attacker the smell of sulphur thick in the air, demon.  The demon that attacked me had just taken his hand away from his now broken nose and prepares to charge me.  Ready this time I successfully catch him and throw him into the wall giving enough time to see where Pamela is.  Shit! She's about to be stabbed by a second demon! I tackle him to the ground using my vampire speed to get there on time, however my speed earned me a slash across my side.  Yelling out in pain I pull out a knife of my own from my boot and slice the demon's throat open.  Pamela hurries to Sam and whispers the sentence in his ear raising voice as she is suddenly pulled back by the first demon who isn't so dead.  Sam sits up with a gasp and looks around concerned,
"Sam!  Help Pamela!" I yell at him, holding my side slowly getting up.
"Right." He says hurrying to help Pamela.
"Hey!" Sam calls to it from behind, it turns around, big mistake, Sam punches it in the face forcing it to let go of Pam.  She runs to Dean to whisper the sentence as Sam easily exorcises the demon, with his powers, yep, OK, this whole demonic power thing is getting serious.  Dean gasps sitting up as well,
"Everyone ok?" He asks,
"For the most part." Pamela replies, "Thanks for taking the blade for me." She continues to me, I give thumbs up,
"I'll live." I reassure the boys who look at me worried, "No no vital organs where hit, just a flesh wound I'll be fine." I continue seeing that they weren't satisfied, after hearing that they both nod.

"Demons?  What the hell were you boys up too?" Pamela exclaims,
"Stopping a seal on Lucifer's cage apparently." Dean remarks,
"I don't wanna know, I'm getting outta here before more demons come after me." Pamela states, "Oh wait Sam, can I talk to you for a sec." She adds, Sam gives a us a confused look before following Pam.  Once they're out of the room Dean walks over to me,
"How bad is it?" he asks squatting down to be eye level with me,
"I don't require blood if that's what you mean, just a flesh wound, I'll be fine." I insist, he helps me sit up on the bed and fetches me a bottle of soy.  I open it chugging it a little,
"So how long exactly does it take to heal?" Dean asked,
"I, actually don't know, well, last time I got these type injuries and healed, not on blood was when I was still hanging in a cave, and time was more of a chore." I admit, meaning it took around several hours or maybe even a day, too me it felt like a second,
"So short answer is a while, how long?" Dean asks trying to get it out of me,
"If you mean 'can we leave this place without looking like you or Sam attempted to murder you' yes, with the wound bandaged under my clothes."  I answer as Sam walks in,
"Alright, hey Sam, where's Pamela?" Dean answer the asks turning to face Sam,
"She left." Sam states simply,
"What was that about." I ask,
"Nothing she just said that next time we want to become ghosts, don't call her." Sam says with an innocent smile, too innocent looking.  Dean just chuckles as he gets up to get something I think.   Sam's eyes tell a different tale, Pam said something, that's shame in those eyes, surely with her psychic powers she would be able to sense Sam's demonic powers, surely and if she's as sane as your average psychic is, she'd be freaked and warn Sam against using them. 

"How bad is it Vil?" Sam asks referring to my wound,
"As I said to your brother, we can leave here with people looking at us funny I just need to get bandaged up." I answer as Dean walks back with a first aid kit, "Thanks Dean, I'll take it from here." I thank him,
"Don't worry about it I'll do it, it's ok." Dean insists I shrug but grimace as it hurt to shrug, "Are you alright?" Dean asks concerned,
"How deep is it?" Sam asks also concerned,
"It's a flesh wound but I'm fine ok?  Just that shrugging wasn't the best idea." I reassure, satisfied with my explanation Sam nods and packs up his stuff as I lift up my shirt just enough for Dean to bandage the wound.

Dean's POV

As I am about to start bandaging Vil up I can't help but take note of her hips, she's got pretty good damn good curves,
"Sure you don't want it stitched up?  Could help it heal faster." I offer before I do anything,
"Uuuuuuh, when you say 'stitched up' you mean like, literally, stitch it up like with a needle and thread?" She cutely asks a little unsure, cute?  Really?  Since when did I use cute to describe a woman?  What?  Is wrong with me? "Dean?" Vil asks again noticing that I zoned out,
"Yeah, but, a little different it's one thread at a time, we got time, we won." I inform,
"Won?" Vil asks confused cocking her head to the side a little,
"Turns out, we were actually preventing a seal from being broken." I inform her,
"Oh!  Well good job you two, know how many are left?" She congratulates us as I get out the need and thread.
"Thanks Vil it was a close call." Sam calls from where he's packing his bag,
"Yeah, and, not really, the Angels don't feel that's it's necessary to tell us anything until they need us to do something for them." I inform,
"Well, that seems a bit, you know-" Vil starts
"Shady? Yeah, but, they're trying to stop Lucifer from popping free as well, we don't exactly get along though." I state, "Not afraid of needles are you?" I ask changing the subject, she shakes her head,
"Is it safe though?" She asks,
"Yeah, I just need to disinfect the area and numb it which will sting." I admit, she nods giving me permission to start.