We met online

Chapter Five

Is was around midnight now and Millie was passed out on the couch. Every now and then Sam would glance up at her from where he sat a couple feet away. Watching the slow rise and fall over her chest and stomach before going back to researching on his computer. He was researching about a monster that was unknown to them. His phone ringing made him look up from his computer seeing Dean's name on the screen he sighed and picked it up. He gently closes his laptop and lets it on the coffee table in front of him before answering the call.
"Hello?" He questioned wondering why Dean would be calling this late. Seeing how he was normally sleeping.
"How's it going with miss monster." Dean's voice spoke sounding bored and tired. Millie shifted in her sleep making Sam softly get up from where he sat and walk towards the front door. He slowly opened it grabbing the key that was on the table next to the door and stepped into the hallway before making his way outside and into the crisp night air.
"Dean we don't even know if she is the creature or not." He spoke hearing his brother sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Sam all evidence points to her. The people around her apartment that have been getting killed. The fact that she had all that stuff in her room about the people's whereabouts and what not." Dean list off making Sam roll his eyes slightly.
"Dean we still don't know for sure, for all we know someone might've planted that there to frame her."
"Why would a monster try to frame someone Sam." Dean spoke more of a statement then a question.
"I'm gonna stay here for a couple days Dean. Get to the bottom of this creature and what not. I'm gonna stay with Millie and-"
"So your on a first names bases now huh? For all you know that's not even her name Sam!" His brother hollered from the other end of the call.
"And for all you know it might be." Sam fires back hearing his brother mutter something about going soft to which he ignored.
"Sam you can't trust her or that thing she is. She uses people as a chew toy Sam." Dean called making Sam clench his jaw in anger and frustration.
"Dean I'm staying with her in her apartment for a couple day. If anything happens I'll be able to protect myself and possibly her as well."
"Fine but when the time comes Sammy, your putting her down." With that Dean hangs up making Sam groan in frustration, and make his way back into the apartment complex.

Upon arriving a scream ripped through the air making Sam take off running towards it. From what he hears the screaming came from the first floor. Running down the plainly lit halls he comes to a sudden stop at a door. The metallic smell of blood radiated through the slightly ajar wooden door makes Sam cringe slightly. Lightly pushing the door open with his foot, not wanting to leave behind finger prints, the sight before him makes him stop in his tracks. Blood was everywhere, on the floor and walls, even on the ceiling. A body or what used to look like one laid in the center of the mess face down on the bloody rug beneath it. More people arrived at the seen and looked inside as well some screaming others shocked. People started to call the police as Sam left to go check if Millie was where he left her when he left. He opens the door with the key he had grabbed before leaving and froze. She wasn't on the couch anymore.

Sam quickly walks into the room pulling out the gun from the back on his pants and held it out in front of him. Hearing the sound of running water Sam makes his way towards the bathroom door. Seeing the light shining underneath it. A slight curse came from the other side of the door. With his gun pointing at the door Sam grasps onto the knob and slowly opens it enough to peak in. Seeing Millie washing blood off her hands. Sam softly closes the door and turns away from it, he walks back to where he sat a couple minutes ago gun still in hand. Police siren sounded off in the distended but Sam paid no attention to them.

How could he have been so wrong about her. Their must be some sort of explanation for this right. He runs a hand through his hair some falling in front of his face as he looks down at the gun in his hands. Will he even be able to do it? He just met the girl and he's already starting to take a liking to her. The sirens soon became louder and the sound of running water stopped. Sam yet again runs a slightly shaky hand down his face. 'Dean was right. She is the monster.' He thought as he heard the door open behind him.

"Oh Sam your back." Her soft voice spoke from behind him, not of fear or worry but of relief. Her tone of voice made Sam slightly confused. Why would she be so relief to see him. Her foot steps growing closer making the male tense up and grip his gun tightly until his knuckles turn white. He quickly hid the gun in his jacket pocket hand still gripping tightly onto it. Millie stopped behind Sam seeing him tense up slightly. She gently places a hand on his broad shoulder making the male tense up even more.

"What's wrong?" Her voice spoke coming to sit on the couch a few feet away from Sam. She carefully sat down her ankle throbbing from the little walk she had. Sam looks down at her hands onto my see that the palm on one was wrapped.
"What did you do to your hand?" Sam spoke voice holding slight hope for the answer she would give him.
"I was cutting an apple in the kitchen when I heard a scream coming from somewhere in the apartment. The knife slipped from my hand and as you could tell cut my palm open." She looks down at her hand picking at the makeshift bandage on it. Then remembers the knife and apple laying on the floor in the kitchen. About to get up Millie sighs before being stopped by Sam.
"Where are you going?" He asked not wanting to let her out of his sights again.
"I forgot to pick up the mess I made in the kitchen." She spoke plainly watching as Sam gets up.
"I'll go get it you stay here and off that foot." With that he walks away into the little kitchen connected to the living room and looks around. A little trail of blood lead behind the island in the center of the kitchen making Sam hold his breath as he walked forwards.