City of Angels (and Demons)

Chapter Fifteen

Amy looked out the car window and over at Mark's house. She couldn't tell from here what was going on inside. And part of her didn't want to know. Not after what she had seen in Mark's eyes as he had...

Dark, she reminded herself. Dark had done those things to her. Not Mark. Mark wouldn't have done such a thing.

But yet she had believed Mark had gotten into drugs?

She buried her face in Chica's fur, feeling the dog panting. A little whine came from her and Amy looked up in time to see Sam coming back over to the car. Without Dean. She immediately thought of the worst: someone was dead. She steeled herself for the worst then moved closer to the open window as Sam approached.

"We got him," Sam said. Amy chose to say nothing. Not until she got the whole story. "Mark gave himself up. Don't know for how long, but we've got him where he can't hurt anyone else."

"Mark?" Sam backed up as Amy got out of the car, Chica following. "Mark's fighting back against Dark?" she asked.

"For now," Sam said with a nod. Amy was relieved that no one was dead. "Dean's keeping an eye on him."

"Can I see him?" Amy asked, looking toward the house then up at Sam.

"Even if it's not Mark in there right now?"

"I'll take that chance," Amy said, though she got a chill down her spine remembering the look in Dark's eyes. It felt as if her heart stopped whenever she remembered the feel of his hands on her. At least those memories hadn't been worse, thanks to Dean. "Not seeing him is just as bad."

Sam nodded then led the way inside. Chica curled up in the floor in the living room when they walked in. Even though Dark was caged in a sense, Chica would still go nowhere near him. Amy hesitated a moment then followed Sam into the kitchen.

To see Mark standing in the middle of some symbol drawn on the floor. Dean was sitting off to the side, some sort of sword in his hand. Amy came to a halt when Mark looked at her. Those eyes weren't Mark's.

Dark.

"Amy!" Dark said, sounding pleased to see her. "I was starting to think I'd never see you again. We didn't get to finish what we started." A sick grin appeared on his face, his eyes roaming up and down her body.

"Go to hell," Amy said.

"Believe me, I would," Dark said. "But your hunter buddies won't allow it. Looks like I'm here to stay."

Amy started forward, but then Sam and Dean were both suddenly there, guiding her out of the room. Dark was still within sight, but they could talk freely without being overheard. Amy honestly didn't care if he heard or not. Something needed to be done with Dark and obviously Sam and Dean weren't willing to do anything. If Dark was telling the truth about that.

"What's the plan?" Amy asked, crossing her arms as she looked up at the two hunters. She wasn't intimidated by their height and it didn't seem like they were trying to be intimidating, so maybe they were still trying to help. Or they had an entirely new way of showing intimidation that she wasn't familiar with.

"Nothing," Dean said then quickly added: "For now." She started to turn away and he continued: "We've got some... help coming."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we'll know more when they get here," Sam said. "In the meantime, I recommend you follow Chica's lead."

And go nowhere near Dark. That was unspoken, but Amy got it loud and clear. "That's probably the easiest thing for me to do right now," she said then joined Chica in the other room.