After reaching the ground and harry and I going our separate ways, I went to look for Dean.
"Dean! Dean you dipshit" I say when I find him ripping a werewolves head off.
"Tara? Why aren't you fighting?" he asks confused while I stare at him blankly.
"Because I can't kill and besides there is a thousand or so left so why bother" I answer him and shrug carelessly.
"Tara I went through hell and back to get you where you are now. Now go fight like the good girl you are and don't get me angry!" Dean walks with every word closer till we're chest to chest.
"Tell me when the fuck did I marry a fucking douchbag" I reply furiously and punch him in the gut.
"You fucking bitch" Dean seethes and attacks me.
"What are you doing Dean?!" I shout confused as he pushes me to the ground and gets on top of me and starts punching. He ignores my pleads for him to stop and that just ignites an anger inside of me.
"You want to fucking fight?" I sneer and push him off me with the power of wind. He keeps on getting up and I push him further and further with wind.
"Tara stop!" Dean says trying to get up for the eighth time.
"You do know I can kill you with a single flick of the wrist right?" I say threating him of what's about to come.
"Tara" He says warning me though he is obviously terrified.
"Dean" I say with a smirk playing on my lips.
"Dean are we married?" I ask him ready to get some answers.
"Of course we are"
"Dean are we married?!" I shout and use my power and break his pointer finger.
"Ow! Stop! Why isn't it healing?!"
"Ummm because I'm Tara?" I ask rhetorically and break his pinkies.
"We are married!" He shouts with pain and I laugh while turning only his left hand of fire.
"Dean are we married?" I ask and push him further back so I can walk around him with ease.
"No! No we are not married!" He answers and I turn off the fire.
"Interesting" I mumble and continue still circling him.
"Please make it heal" he begs clutching his hand.
"Hell no, I'm not coming near you"
"Tara!"
"No! Now back to questioning you. I was pregnant?" I ask unsure of what I want the answer to be.
"Fucking Styles! No we never had a child"
"Wasn't my question, my question was was I pregnant?!" I ask agitated and shatter every bon in his left feet into dust. Yes 26 of them.
"Argh! Why are you asking these questions?!"
"Well, after seeing my own 'husband' attack me like some crazed animal, I'm reconsidering everything that's happening" I answer and set his broken feet on fire.
"Stop!"
"Then answer my damned questions! Was I fucking pregnant?!" I say anger starting to boil inside while I start making the blood under his skin literarily boil to a limit where it would hurt but not kill him.
"Yes! You were pregnant with a boy!"
"Who is the father?"
"I am!" he answers still screaming with agony.
"What did harry mean by being brainwashed?"
"Nothing" he mumbles sitting on the ground avoiding eye contact.
"For a king you're very stupid by not answering" I increase his body temperature and set his hair on fire.
"Fuck Tara! Stop! Stop! I'll tell you!" he starts crying from the pain and I do as he asks.
"Proceed"
"I-I brainwashed you... twice. The first time to make you forget about what happened before you were sent to me and the second time I made you forget and added false information" He answers while breathing heavily.
"Us being married was added and having a baby was deleted" I whispered my thought drifting to my baby.
"Where is my baby?" I ask and finally come closer to him.
"I gave him to a powerful witch, but I don't know where they both are"
"Don't lie! Stop fucking lying! I've had enough!" I shout powerfully and reach to his throat ready to rip it out.
"Tara? Tara!" Harry comes out of nowhere with a bloody nose and few scratches.
"Busy killing, Harry" I answer and dig my nails deep.
"Please don't let me stop you" Harry says and stands back watching me rip Dean's throat out.
When Dean stops flinching, I begin feeling dizzy.
"Tara, I can't believe you actually killed him" Harry comes smiling ear-to-ear but then notices my face expression.
"Yeah, I wasn't supposed to be able to kill" I say clutching my stomach feeling nauseated.
"I'm taking you to Liam" Harry says, carries me and stars walking to Liam, I suppose.
"I'm going to sleep" I say 5 minutes in.
"Sleep love" Harry says and kisses my forehead as I go into deep slumber.
