Damn That Insanely Beautiful Four Letter Word

Chapter 4: I Possess The Mark of Cain

Blade's P.O.V.
It's been one week since The Winchesters and I, have met. Dean and I have become really close now.

In the past week, we have hunted 20 witches without our siblings and his mother, knowing. While he finished off 5 witches, I had already killed 15 of them; he was pretty impressed.

I've catched some feelings for the eldest Winchester brother. That's great! Just kidding. No it's not.
I don't want to catch feelings for someone. I can't risk that, since I'm a hunter. All those creatures would come and kill the person I'm in love with and I don't want that to happen.

Dean has introduced me to his car, Baby. She's beautiful. I love her! She's a Black '67 Chevy Impala.
Just by the looks of it, you can tell that Dean takes great care of her.

Currently, Dean and I are preparing ourselves for another hunt, but this time, our siblings and his mother are coming with us.

"I want you to leave those witches to me," said Dean.
"Excuse me?" I looked at him as I loaded my gun.
"You heard," he answered.
"Nope. Never in a million years," I said.
"I'm serious, Blade," he said as he gave me a serious look.
"I'm serious, Dean," I said, mocking his actions.
"You're so stubborn," he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Look who's talking," I smirked at him.
This was what we always did. He'd tell me to do something and I would deny. Sometimes, it would be the other way around.

I looked at Dean as I was loading another one of my guns. His eyes held a darkness to them. One I couldn't place my finger on.

"Dean? You okay?" I asked as I placed a hand on his right shoulder.
"I'm fine," he answered, but I wasn't convinced.
"Whatever. Hey, can I drive Baby? Just around the town, maybe?!" I asked excitedly, hoping he would say yes.
"No. You cannot drive her," he said.
"Awe, c'mon! It's just one spin around the town," I said, giving him my puppy eyes.
"I said no!!!" He yelled and I saw something snap in him.
He grabbed me by the neck and pinned me to the wall as his eyes turned an ebony black color.
"D-Dean..s-stop...y-you're hurting m-me..." I said, barely being able to talk as he was choking me.
I knew it was useless to stop Dean. He was demon and nothing could stop him.

"D-dean, listen to me! T-this isn't you!" I choked out as black spots filled my vision.
"Shut up!" He yelled as his grip tightened.

My eyes darted from one side to another, trying to find something to hit him with (even tho you didn't want to hurt him). I found a flashlight on a small table nearby. It can help.
I grabbed it and hit Demon Dean in the head with it, resulting in him letting me go and growling in pain.

I was frightened. I mean c'mon. I just found out that the guy I have feelings for, has been turned into a demon, or something like that.

"Dean, listen to me," I coughed as I held my neck, rubbing it to ease the pain his hand/fingers had caused me. "You can escape this! This isn't you! Please!" I pleaded.
"Oh, but this is me, sweetheart. It's the new me," he grinned an evil grin. "It's the new and improved me." He pulled out his knife and slowly turned his head to me.
My eyes widened. "Dean, w-what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just about to kill you," he walked over to me like a predator about to attack its prey.

I threw the flashlight at him, making it hit his temple. He growled as I got up and ran to one of the rooms in the cabin, to try and hide.
"Come on," I whispered to myself. "There has to be somewhere here, where I can hide."
I looked around frantically, 'till I spotted the perfect hiding spot. It was a brown wooden chest. Looked similar to a treasure chest that pirates would be looking for.