When We Were Young (Derek Hale)

Chapter 14

It's been a slow couple of days. The sheriff was currently on leave for a while because he was bumped by a car. Some soft tissue damage nothing to serious. When he is on leave or on vacation I get bumped up to sheriff. You would think I would enjoy it but it's horrible. There is ten times the paperwork and the entire town of Beacon Hills is in your hands. It's stressful. Dean didn't show up for work today which is unusual for him and he still hasn't answered my calls and texts. I'm starting to get worried about him. It isn't like him to not talk to me or show up for work. I hope he is okay.

"Anybody seen deputy Cross" I asked referring to Dean.

One of the newer deputies that he was supposed to be training stood and spoke. "I saw him yesterday ma'am said he was taking a personal day today, he didn't say what for" He answered.

Why the hell is he taking a personal day? He didn't tell me anything about it. What the hell?

"Alright well I'm going out if anybody absolutely needs me you can reach me on my cell, as for tomorrow the sheriff will be back" I said and exited the building. I know I should stay with the alpha probably hunting for it's next victim but I had to find Dean, I needed to know if he was safe. I received a couple of nods and made my way to find Dean. Since I knew his phone information I could track his cell phone. I used the laptop in my car to pull up the website and find his location. After a couple of minutes it said that he was in an old warehouse on the other side of town.

"What the hell?" I asked myself. Why would he be that far away?

I drove to the warehouse and silently made my way up to the door. I took a peak inside and saw a body that looked like Dean standing over a table messing with whatever was on it. Deciding to act like I was here from a 911 call I got my gun out and knocked pretty hard on the door three times.

"Beacon Hills sheriff's Department open up" I shouted. When there was no response I opened the door myself. I noticed Dean didn't even move. I walked up to him gun still in my hand. I hoped he was okay. Thoughts started running through my mind telling me that he was hurt and couldn't move.

"Dean, you okay?" I asked.

It took him a minute but he responded. "You wanna tell me why there is a man in the spare bedroom of your condo?" He asked. Dammit he must has seen Derek. Even so he wouldn't be acting like this. I'm sure he wouldn't jump to conclusions, we trust each other not to do something like cheat.

"He's a friend of mine from high school, he needed a place to crash for a couple days, what's wrong with you?" I asked

I've been so focused on him that I didn't even realize the arrangement of guns on the table in front of him and how he was putting together another one for the collection. What could he possibly need with all these guns. And why the hell isn't he talking to me or even looking at me?

"Dean you're kinda freaking me out here" I said

"See if she knows anything, they said, get close to her, they said. Now they won't even let me in on the real action" He said. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. He suddenly turned around causing me to jump.

"I'm talking about how I've had to torture myself being with you 24 fucking 7. I got so damn tired of the nightmares you had every single night and the constant talking blah blah blah bullshit but not about the shit that mattered no not the shit that I needed to know in order get away from you. The only thing I got out of it was the awesome sex." He said.

At this point I was on the verge of crying because he was scaring me, I didn't know what he was talking about but it wasn't hard to piece together. The only people I know that would want to get close to me in order to see if I knew anything were hunters. The Argents know I come from a family of werewolves. They think that one day I will become one which if it were to happen, it would have happened already.

"It was all a lie? I was just some job?! Why the hell did you take it so far as to asking me to marry you" I shouted.

"They told me to get closer to see if you would finally open up about what you knew...it didn't work." He said.

"What now, huh? Now that I know the truth?" I asked

"Well one who runs with the werewolves, might as well be one" He said as he raised his right hand, put it in a fist and brought it down on me. Everything happened so fast. I had my gun and I used it as soon as he punched me. After his fist collided with my face there was a loud bang coming from my gun. Did I shoot him? I opened my eyes and sure enough he was on the ground holding his stomach, which was bleeding.

"You bitch! You shot me" He yelled.

I felt a warm substance running down from my lip to my chin. I raised my hand and saw that it was blood. I immediately got on my radio and said that there was an officer down and gave my location. I ran over to Dean to check his injury. Even though he hurt me in the worse way possible I didn't want him to die, especially not from my hands. 

"Did they tell you to do this?" I asked "The Argents?...Kate?" I asked while I inspected his wounds.

"Kate was, yes but they wouldn't let me in on any of the alpha action so I went ahead and did my own thing. First I was gonna kill you." He said

"You failed" I said

"I'll be back" He said.

The police and ambulance showed up and I was being questioned. I couldn't tell the truth so I made up something about how Dean and I meet up and found and illegal weapon trade they shot him punched me and ran away. They seemed to buy it and Dean even played along. I mean what could we say. He is a werewolf hunter and he was going to kill me because my family are also werewolves.

As I went home I felt nothing; like my entire soul was just ripped out of me and thrown into the deepest part of hell. I ran back on memories I had with him. All the times he seemed so happy. When he proposed outside of my favorite restaurant. On our days off when we would just cuddle and watch TV. When I was training him and he wouldn't stop hitting on me. I thought back on all the times he made me forget that I had no family, and he would give me hope that we would one day have a family of our own. The last four years were the happiest years of my life and I just figured out it was all a lie; every hope for the future vanished in the span of a hour. Now I'm sitting on the couch with a bloody face and Dean's blood on my hands and clothes, with a hole in my soul and no more faith. I am broken, beaten down, and tired. I am just done.