Supernatural . . .The Truth Shall Set You Free

Chapter Eight . . . Bar History

Chapter Eight . ..  Bar History

Sam's POV

I sat in the bar watching as customers walked in and out of the bar. I stared at them as I tried to find any type of demonic possession. Hell, I even spilled my drink on a guy, which was actually holy water, just to get anything, but the bar was totally empty. No a sign of anything. I think I can safely say that this may be our hardest case yet.

I took a sip of my beer just as Chelsea walked over to me while cleaning a class. "You've been here for awhile, but only had one drink." She said and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I had two."

"I'm not counting the full glass of vodka that you spilled on the biker guy. So you're not here to drink, and Kylie isn't here, so why are you here." I took a long swig of my beer.

"Just wanting some answers." She sighed.

"About Linda?" I nodded. She set down the glass she was holding and laid her hands on the table.

"What do you want to know?" She asked.

"Well, who is exactly Ryan?" She smiled.

"This bar has been here for years back to World War two. Ryan was my great, great, great grandfather he owned the bar."

"Wow, that interesting, any history or like any stories that you can tell me?" She looked around and bit her lip like she was unsure of something.

"Follow me." She said and I got up off of my chair and followed her behind the bar and down the steps to an underground room of the bar. "Ryan, built this because he thought the end of the world was coming. Some big apocalypse, you know?" I looked around the room and carved into the wall was the symbol found on the coin the one's that the victim had.

"The symbol on the wall, what does that mean?" I asked trying to sound believably confused.

"Well legend has it that my grandfather cast spells to protect himself and the bar, but I guess the spirits that protected this place went crazy, tried to kill my grandfather. One day, he couldn't take it anymore and tried to burn the place down, but it wouldn't burn. Instead, this symbol was carved into the wall. The symbol is an unbalance that my grandfather caused when he tried to destroy the place, and now they say anyone who threatens or changes the bar dies." She turned to me and sadly smiled. "Like Linda." I put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry.' She sniffled a bit.

"Yeah, me too. Anyway, I got to get back up there."

"Yeah." I answered and when Chelsea started to make her way up I couldn't help but stare at the symbol one last time.

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Kylie's POV

I groaned and tried to lean up one what ever I was laying on, but hands gently pushed me down. "Relax." I heard Dean's voice say and I couldn't help but listen to it.

"What happened?" I asked and then hissed when I felt a burning on my chest.

"I really don't know." I opened my eyes and saw Dean sitting on the bed with a glass of water in his hand. "here"  he added, and gently picked my head up and put the water to my lips.

"You gave me a scare there." Dean said as he took the now empty glass away.

"Yeah, sorry, but you know a big scary demon just kicked my ass. So, I was bound to faint." I relaxed against the pillows but the pain on my chest intensified. "God, that really hurts." I groaned.

"What?" Dean asked and I moved my shirt out of the way to where the burning was. Dean and I both gasped at the sight.

"Why is the symbol on you?" Dean asked and I shook my head trying to recall something that happened at the house.

"I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he wanted me, huh?" I gave a nervous chuckle but Dean stayed completely serious.

"I'm going to call Sammy, you stay here and in my line of vision." I nodded and watched as Dean pulled out his cellphone, but there was no need because Sam waltz through the door looking like he knew something.

"Hey, I was just about to call you. We got a situation." Dean said and pointed to me.

"What wrong?" Sam said with concern in his voice, but his eyes told me that he still didn't trust me in a way.

"I was attacked, and the demon . . . marked me." I said.

"What do you mean he marked you?" Sam came over and sat on the bed across from me.

I pulled down my shirt and showed him the burn mark on my chest.

"Oh crap." Sam whispered.

"What do you mean 'Oh Crap' Sam?" I asked alarmed.

"This was on all of the victims right?"

"Yeah." I answered.

"And your not dead so that means you're next." Sam said.

"That's great!" I exclaimed. Dean stared at me confused while Sam looked like a light bulb went off in his head.

"Great?" Dean asked confused and Sam smiled.

"She's bait."

"Oh no." Dean said.

"Oh yes." I argued back.

"You are not being bait and that final."

"Dean, you are not her father." Sam said and I flinched which made both boys look at me.

"Sam, can you give me and Dean a minute?" Sam looked between me and Dean and rolled his eyes.

"If you guys aren't out within ten minutes I'm coming in for you got it?" I rolled my eyes.

"Get going." I said shooing him out the door. When it closed I turned to Dean.

"Don't give me that look." He said.

"What look?" I asked and fluttered my eyelashes.

"You are not going to be bait, and I'm not going to lose you." I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I've been doing this as long as you if not longer."

"You are not helping your case." I raised and eyebrow at him. "I've died over three times." I laughed at that one, but he remained serious.

"I'm careful, Dean. You got to trust me, it's part of the job." He remained the hardass that he is and crossed his arms.

"Okay, how about I give you something to prove that I'm coming back?"

"What do you mean?" He asked and dropped his arms.

I took a deep breath in before stepping closer to him, and pressed my hands to his chest. "This." I whispered before I smashed my lips to his.

Dean grabbed my arms and brought me closer before they moved to tangle in my hair. I moaned as he backed me up into the bed.

"Dean." I moaned as he began kissing down my neck. "Dean." I moaned again trying to grab his attention but he was getting the wrong idea.

"Dean. Brother, Outside. Ten minutes." I managed to get out and he pulled his head back, panting wildly, before giving me that famous Dean Winchester grin.

"I can be done in ten minutes." I sighed and quickly pushed him off, right as Sam walked in.

"Oh come on, that's my bed." Sam sighed defeated. "So are you going to be bait or not?" he asked me.

"Dean?" I asked and looked at him.

There was a beat of silence as he looked from me to Sam and back to me. "We need a plan."

"Well what are we waiting for, huh?" I asked with a smile sent directly to Dean before we started talking about our plan.

A/N YAY! I did it! I did it! It's been so hard to write this but I did it! I hope you all enjoy!