Demon Danger ( A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Sam was concerned and worried, but Dean was the one who was troubled. His hands were trembling, eyes wide with fear and mouth gaped open in shock. Beneath him a puddle of orange juice. "When do we save her?" the words slipped out of his mouth and he tried to desperately to make them sound heroic, but instead it came out like a stutter of fear. Sam and Cas looked at Dean, who was white like a ghost.

"Is there something we should know about?"

The question was directed at Dean, but he ignored it, and went out of the room, looking down at the floor. Sam and Cas looked at each other and nodded; they knew what they had to do.

They packed the Impala and left in search of Bethany, following Castiel's instructions and directions. They arrived where it all started, the factory. "Again?!" Dean had lost the fearful look and gained the facial expression of determination(though when he aid this, it was a look of frustration).

They entered the factory to find it empty, except for a single chair in the corner. Thinking with his heart and not his brain, he ran over to check if it was her, it was.

"Dean, wait!" he heard Sam calling to him, but he didn't stoop until he reached her seemingly lifeless body. He fell to his knees in front of her, watching the blood drip from her face. His mouth was shut tight, if he breathed through it, or even opened it, he would cry.

"Dean?" it was Sam, standing behind him. Dean turned to him, tears in his eyes. Sam knew the reason now, the reason he had ignored, and kept his distance from her. He loved her. The innocent fifteen year old from Australia, the wayward child.

"I-I-I think she's..." he trailed off, he couldn't bring himself to say the words. He reached, and grabbed her hand. "OUCH!" the cry of agonising pain, released from his mouth. He withdrew his hand quickly; it was red. Suddenly, the lifeless body regained life and flames protruded from her hand.

Dean jumped to his feet, gripping his burnt hand tightly. Sam and Dean looked at each other with confused looks on their faces. Bethany looked at the boys with worry. Her secret was out. Dean grabbed the gun from his pocket, and pointed at Bethany. Clearly, he wasn't in his right mind.

"Dean, put the gun down." A strangely calm voice said from behind them. It was Cas.

"No!" Dean aimed, finger close to the trigger.

"I can explain everything." Dean lowered his gun and turned to face Castiel, ready to listen. "I've known about her for a while. I saved her from Crowley before she managed to get caught again. The reason she was captured to begin with was because, she had this ability. The ability to control elements." Cas finished, and stared blankly at Sam, Dean and Bethany. The boys were shocked, eyes wide with awe. Bethany on the other hand, looked mortified. Dean dropped his gun. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't kill her.

"I'm sorry."

Bethany struggle to say, coughing blood as she spoke the words. Dean knelt beside her, and started untying the ropes that bound her limbs to the chair. It looked as if everything was going to be okay. "Sorry boys, can't let you save her again." Crowley had appeared behind them. "No one is going to be a hero today."