My Demon Dearest (Dean Winchester Fan-Fic)

Don't Come Near Me.

•|Monday 1AM|•
I woke up with my arm burning. I got up and brushed my teeth, my arm felt like it was on fire! I got in the shower and the burning got worse. I got this strong urge to kill. Why do I want to kill someone? It's the Mark! I got out of the shower and got dressed in grey skinny jeans with a black shirt on and a leather jacket. I put on some black hightop converse. Grabbing my bag, I walked out and went into Deans room. I guess I made some noise grabbing the First Blade because Dean woke up.

"Kasey? What are you doing?" He asked groggily, I quickly hid the blade behind my left leg, "What? Oh wrong room. Sorry babe go back to sleep." He murmured an 'okay' I walked into the main room.

"I kinda figured this would happen." I heard Sam say quietly, "What do you mean?" I asked squinting my eyes. "You'd eventually leave us because 'the Mark made you!' Right?" He said throwing his hands in the air walking closer to me. I felt this real strong urge to lunge at him. "Don't come near me. Its taking all I can, not to rip your throat out, with my teeth Sam." I said showing my teeth as example. He took a step backwards, "Alright. I'll just tell Dean you left. Needed time to yourself." I nodded and fixed the bag on my shoulder. I took my Harley Davidson Night-train keys out and went out to the bike. I did a mock salute as to say goodbye. He waved back. "Oh, and Sam, don't you guys look for me. Because if you do, you won't get to say goodbye to anyone you love, because I'll kill you." With that I walked out and got on my motorcycle and drove off.

•Tuesday-5AM|•
I was maybe getting close to Los Angeles, California. I was up all night on my bike, which is friggin dumb, because I could have dozed off and crashed. I pulled over and turned my bike off. I could feel the heat from the pipes. I looked around and saw the Trinity Hart Motel, I pushed my bike the rest of the way and got a room, I walked my bike over there and locked the motorcycle (yes you can do that.) and went inside.

I plopped down on the bed and looked at my phone

33 Missed Calls
Sammy(10)
Dean(15)
328-046-0404(2)
Birmingham,Alabama
Cas(6)
Hey where are you?-Dean

Dammit, answer me!-Dean

Kasey I understand your mad. But please call me...-Sam

Kasey it is Castiel, of course you would know that unless you didn't have my number. But please answer Dean or Sam, they're freaking out-Cas

3 New Voicemail
"Hey Kasey its Dean *sniffle* I was just, uh, checking in on you. You kinda left unexpectedly, and I'm just worried about you. Uh c-call me back please."

"Kasey, it's Sam, um, I told Dean and Cas not to follow or try to find you. I told them you took the bike and they still bothered. Uh so did I *chuckle* but, when you can call me back."

"Kasey, it's Castiel, I just wanted to say, I am sorry if we drove you away. I also wanted to say happy late birthday. You mean a lot to me and I know exactly what you're going through with the Mark of Cain because Dean had it. If you need help. Call me or, as Dean would say, shoot me a text. Bye."

I sighed and shook my head. No need in all of them worrying their pretty little heads off. So I called Sam.

Calling Sammy...
"Kasey! Hi, uh, what's up?" Sam answered
"Put me on speaker." I demanded
"Alright-" I cut off Sam
"Don't bother me a-fucking-gain. I'm pissed off already because I had 33 missed calls, 4 messages, and 3 voicemails. I'm taking time off and trying to get away okay?" I snapped
"Yeah. Sorry, Kasey." Dean called out
"We're sorry Kasey.." Cas yelled out.
"Whatever. Bye." I hung up and laid down and curled up in the blankets. I then remembered about the other two missed calls and decided to call them back later.

•|Four hours later|•
I woke up groggily, and went and ran my toothbrush over my teeth. I grabbed my phone and called back the 328-046-0404 number
Dialing 328-046-0404
"Hello?"
"Hi, um, who is this?" I asked out.
"My name is Michael. Who's this?" 'Michael' answered
"Kasey Sullivan. Is this Michael Sullivan. Husband to Alexis Carter?" I asked
"Who's asking?"
"Your pissed-off-at-you daughter."
"Oh then yes, yes it is."
"What did you call me for?"
"To say 'Happy Birthday'!"
"That was yesterday. Where are you?"
"Birmingham, Alabama. About to go to Sacramento, California tomorrow."
"Alright." I hung up and walked out. My bike was still ticking, so I went and walked to the nearest Biggersons(TM). I walked in and ordered and cheeseburger and a chocolate shake. I sat down and waited patiently for my food which was an hour long wait.

When my food came I dug in. I ate it all in maybe 5 minutes and drank the shake in 3. "Ma'am, your not supposed to eat that fast." A woman maybe 23-24 years old said to me. "Lady. I've been in a motorcycle for 22 hours and 50 minutes. I'll eat as fast as I want to. Okay?" I growled at her. "Okay. Sorry."

I got up and walked out. I waved at someone and they pulled over. "Can I get a ride to the Trinity Hart Motel, please?" I asked them. "Yeah sure!" He said quiet happily. I got in and he started to drive, I had the First Blade strapped to my right leg, he rested his hand on my left thigh. "Move your friggin hand." I warned. "Or what?" He pushed, he leaned over and kissed the side of my face, "Just. Drive." I said getting angrier. "Where do you wanna be dropped off?" He asked. "Back there." I pointed to an alley, and he nodded and pulled up and put the car in park. He got out and walked over to me, putting his hands on the wall "trapping" me. "You're a really hot girl. You know that?" He said looking at me. "I've heard." I said as my eyes flicked black.

I grabbed the blade and stabbed him, I slowly drug the blade out, hearing the satisfaction of a bone being broken and blood sticking to the blade, he was still breathing, I stabbed him in the stomach this time and twisted the blade, dragging it out slowly again, I laughed. "Or that will happen." I said. I turned around and heard him coughing, I looked back and he was laying in a pool of his own blood, coughing up blood as well. "You don't know when to die do you?" I said slicing his throat open. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he stopped moving all together. I left him there to be found by someone else. I felt great, exhilarated. I ran into my motel room and changed my shirt and pants, I put on a grey v-neck and light blue jeans with rips in them. I fixed my makeup and called Sam.

Calling Sammy...
"Hey. Sam, I might come back to Lawrence in two or three days. So be prepared."
"Really? A-Alright! Got it. B-bye." He hung up and I waited for my 'dad' to get here tomorrow.

aughhh this took forever to write my hand is cramping. oh mai gah. anywho, how do you like this kasey? i like her. maybe she'll stay a little longer buuut idk. soooo yeahhhh baiiii
~kasey🍰🍰🍰🍰

(p.s what do you think kasey's gonna do to/with her dad?)