Hell's Angel

Chapter 8--The Real Truth

Dean's POV

The moment they started training I had left. I didn't want to see Emily get hurt or be more angel than she was now. I liked her human, all innocent and unknowing. But now she knows everything, and I didn't think I could bear it.

But maybe she would be like Cas, having seen lots of murders and blood, yet still have that innocent sparkle in her eyes. From the moment I saw her to now, I could see that her innocence has lessened a bunch. I mean, I understood if Cas was still innocent, since he was an angel and he was trained to know about this stuff, but Emily...Emily's a freaking teenager who had no idea such creatures existed in the first place!

I walked over to the couch, where Sam--obviously--had his laptop out, researching. He had come back from getting something for us to eat. I looked over, seeing a bad of food. I gladly took it then sat next to him. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

He glanced at me, then back at his computer. He swiped a few times on the track pad, then moved the whole laptop over so the screen was facing me.

I reached a hand into the bag, grabbing the cheeseburger he had gotten for me. He knew what I wanted. He cleared his throat. "Uh, just more on the case." While taking care of Emily, we had began looking for more jobs to take, though we did it secretly. We didn't want Emily to know that we were leaving to risk our lives again. Knowing her, she would freak out because it would remind her of her parents. Heck, it reminded me of her parents. It reminded me of worse things as well, though. We didn't tell Cas either, because he could slip up or not be able to lie to her, and since he'll be with her most of the time...

"Great. Whaddya get?"

"Well, uh, there was another body found in the middle of the street," he said, pointing to the screen of the laptop. "Heartless. Intestines everywhere. Screams werewolf."

"But I don't understand," I said, skimming through the news article on the computer. "The moon phases don't match up. It can't be a werewolf."

"Shapeshifter?" he inquired.

"Meh," I said. I knew I was being grumpy, but none of it seemed right, and I wanted Emily to be safe.

Why had I let myself get close to her? Now I have to care for her as much as Sam! It's not like I can help it, though...

My brother frowned, looking over at me. "You alright?"

I looked back up at him. "What?"

He rolled his eyes and explained. "You seem to be down. And you keep looking at the door."

I put in a mental note to stop peeking at the door. I had no idea why I thought it was going to open, but I had to check, just in case. My eyes started flicking towards the door. Stop it, Dean! "I'm fine. I just don't think it's a shapeshifter. Those guys like framing stuff on other people and hurting their loved ones by taking their thoughts. They wouldn't mimic werewolves."

"Mm. True. I just don't know what else it could be. I mean, I did the research!" Sam exclaimed.

"Calm down, Sammy," I said. He grunted at the name. He hated it when I called him that. He said that was the name of a fat ten-year-old. "Just go to the library to see if you can find anything." I took a bite of my burger. "Worse case scenario we'll have to call Bobby." My words were muffled by the food. I swallowed, smirked at the sandwich, then took another bite.

I kinda missed Bobby. He was like a second father to us. He had always been there when my real dad, John, hadn't. Ever since then we would either visit or call him for help. We keep seeing him less and less, each time becoming more and more occupied with other stuff. Like Emily, for example.