To Kill A Demon (Supernatural-Dean Love Story~)

Chapter Fourteen: To Kill Dean Winchester?

The Imapla spun across the road, crying loudly, Dean cursed clenching the wheel even harder. He tightened his grip around the wheel, a maroon car darted around the corner. Clipping the back end of the Impala. Dean glared at the driver-jerking the wheel angrily to the left. The whole car did a complete 180, he pressed his foot on the gas darting down the empty road. There she was, kneeling beside a dazed Blondie. His eyes were wide as golf balls; he brought his hand up to his face and rubbed his nose. Dean watched as mud smeared across his glowing clean skin; she looked up forcing a smile.

He wasn't going to ask what happened-just let her in the car and wait for directions. "South side, down a long dirt drive. There they live in a broken down teal house." Dean hesitated, staring deep in thought at me. "Go!!" I slammed my palms into the dash eyeing the blonde male. He was going to be okay, I told myself, it's just now he knows. He stomped on the gas leaving a trail of smoke and the smell of burning rubber behind.

"So...how've you been? I mean without traveling with Sam and I." He asked, awkward was written all over his features.

"Vampires, almost getting my face eaten off by one of his buddies. And a pack of demons following me."

Oh and let's not forget your little brother chased me off because of the whole demon blood scenario.

Like hell Dean would accept the fact I have demon blood. The same thing coursing through his brother's veins. One thoughts stayed in my mind:

Was I born like this? Or is there something someone isn't telling me?

"Sam said you were looking for your father, I don't get why you would run off by yourself." I would never run off by myself-first off I was locked in an abandon factory. Sam was going to leave me there. When I broke free the brothers were already gone. If I wanted a quick death I would've looked for Carter. Or any damn creature that went bump in the night.

"I wasn't looking for him, I needed time alone for a while." I lied, he took the bait. Dean looked around braking ever so slowly

"I can see through that act, you know." The Winchester said, "You're acting like nothing can break you. Nothing can get to you. But you're already broken; it's just no one had caught on."

"Dean, I watched her die. It was my fault. She could be off helping him. She's dead. I should be dead." Tears streamed down my cheeks, glowing in the light. He reached over and rubbed my cheek.

"It's not your-" Glass shattered everywhere, I covered my head gasping. The car from earlier hit us. Dean sat unconscious in the drivers seat. His head dripping blood, his eyes were closed like he was sleeping. Tearing my eyes off of his body I glared up at the driver. A deep howl filled the streets.

-----------Hospital-----------------

God, every-time I'm with someone something bad happens. I'm a death magnet. Dean was pushed in the room on a stretcher-this time his eyes were open. An older man with shaggy hair and dirty clothing followed behind, "Dean...." The man stood beside the hospital bed. Dean tried to sit up unsuccessfully.

"Where is she? Is she okay? Dad?" Dean talked at 100mph. He was wondering about me? I smiled at the thought. Winchesters always did worry about others, that's why I looked up to them.

"Dean, I'm fine. You stay here with Sammy. I'll get the nest."

"No!! Not alone at least." Dean reached for something on his dresser. His emerald green eyes rolled into the back of his head and arms fell limply over the stretcher's side.

"NURSE!!! NURSE!!!!" John screamed, he shook his son. No response. It took everything in my body to look at the heart monitor.

Heart Rate: 0

My hopes dropped, my whole world spun upside down.

Dean Winchester was Dead.