To Hell & Back {Dean Winchester Fanfiction}

Chapter 13

We follow the truck to an abandoned warehouse, how original. If I were some kind of monster I wouldn't make an abandoned warehouse my hiding place, id make it like a church or something. Dean parks on a road across from it. We quietly get out of the car, and carefully walk to the warehouse. All I can hear is the sound of the gravel crunching under our feet and crickets chirping in the night.

When we reach the warehouse Sam takes the lead. He slowly opens a back door, walking in carefully not to run into something. I follow Dean, holding his arm, staying close to him. I feel my heart racing in my chest, waiting to be caught. I don't even want to know what they'd do to us if they found us sneaking in their hiding place.

We walk till we hear voices walking towards the room we are in. Dean grabs my shoulders, moving me towards boxes piled up. Sam kneels on the ground behind the boxes, I do the same, and so does Dean. The door opens, and the light turns on, luckily we should be pretty well hidden behind the boxes.

"Why didn't you follow them?" The one guy asks, the other, I put my hand over my mouth to quiet the sound of my breathing.

"I didn't know what to do if I did follow them," the other guy replies, I recognize that voice.

"So you just let the girl go?"

"I hurt her, then let her go, to let her and Winchester know they shouldn't mess with us," Tommy says, I knew it. I look at Dean, who's face is red with anger. I can tell he's trying so hard to keep himself from jumping up and killing him.

"Well they're secret is out, all Crowley needs to do is kill the angel who did it," The other guy says, my eyes widen in shock. An angel? Who did what? I feel a really bad pain in my hip, making it hard for me to stay kneeling. I try to press on it to stop the pain, but it hurts it worse. The pain becomes unbearable, and I accidentally fall over, falling right into the boxes.

"INTRUDER!" I hear a demon shout, we all quickly stand up. Dean pushes me forward angrily, then we all begin running.

"ITS THEM!" I hear Timmy shout, we run as fast as we can. Luckily we got a head start, when we get outside Sam closes the door, we run for the Impala.

"What were you doing?" Dean shouts at me, when we get to the side of the road.

"I didn't mean to, my hip hurt, and then I lost my balance," I explain, Dean doesn't calm down one bit.

"Just get in the car." Dean says, pushing me towards the car. When he pushes me, I lose my balance and fall again, scraping my knee on the gravel. Flashbacks of hell goes through my mind, reminding me of all the times he would hit and hurt me. Dean grabs my arm and pulls me up angrily. His grip on my arm is tight, leaving a bruise.

"Don't touch me!" I shout, pulling my arm out of his grip.

"Get in the car." Dean says again, opening the car door, I look at Sam who must feel very awkward, then get into the backseat of the car. Dean starts the car, and we start heading somewhere to stay. I lay on my stomach in the back seat, hiding my face as I cry.

Dean pushed me, then just grabbed my arm and pulled me up like I was a rag doll. He said he wouldn't hurt me, he promised me he wouldn't hurt me in anyway. The bruise on my arm, and scrape on my knee says otherwise. The anger in his eyes was the same anger I saw in hell.

We pull into the hotel parking lot, and we all get out, not saying a word to each other. Sam looks at me sympathetically, as we walk into the hotel room Sam prebooked. I lay on the couch, while Sam lays on one bed, and Dean lays on the other.

How long until Dean decides to hurt me worse, what happens if I make him even more mad? He hasn't changed since hell. The anger is still inside him. Yeah, I messed up, but that didn't mean he had to hurt me. After Sam and Dean both are asleep, I get up off the couch. I slip on my shoes, and quietly open the hotel door. When I get out, I walk towards the sidewalk. I follow the sidewalk to an old church. The church is white, with a beautiful stained glass window. This would be the last place Sam or Dean would look for me. I walk into the church, sitting down on one of the pews.