нellвoυnd (Dean Winchester) (Supernatural)

Guesses All Around?

Dean Pov:

Sam, Bobby and I are all sitting around a table, talking about Maverick, who is currently sleeping.

"What was so special about her dad? And since when is she Irish?" Sam asks Bobby, the way he talked about him made it seem like he knew the guy well.

"Best damn hunter I'v ever known." He says, not answering the second question, but there's something else in his eyes, betrayal?

"In what way?" Sam asks curious of what made this guy so good.

"Well there's rumors, that he was just born with the natural instinct to kill, others that he was cursed... but the one I believe to be true is that he made a deal."

"Like with the crossroad demons?" I question

"No, Lucifer himself."

"Like, The Devil?" I ask in disbelief, no way a hunter would make a deal with the devil.

"No Dean, the Lucifer who works at Walmart. Yes you idijot, The Devil." He slaps me on the back of the head.

"So what? He made a deal with The Devil to be the best hunter and ten years later he would end up dead? Except his time was cut off earlier then expected?"

"I don't know what he promised him, but I doubt it was just his life."

"But that doesn't explain how Maverick just snapped and took down a couple demons. And why did Lucifer do the whole - burning parents on the walls and Sam Winchesters visions like the yellow eyes did? Just to screw with us?" Before any one can respond, a scream erupts through the house. I jerk upward, making my chair fall down, the scream sounds like Maverick.

"Maverick?!" I yell out, running towards the room she originally fell asleep in.

No one.

"Maverick!?" I yell out once again, this time with more panic, where is she? Did a demon get her? Or even Lucifer?

"Stop! Please!" Another scream, more of a beg this time, vibrates through my skull, sending chills down my spine.

"Mave?!"

She never ceases her moans of pain, but finally I see her, huddled in a corner. The opposite of the whole 'I'm not scared of anything' Vibe she had goin.

"Mave?" I ask quietly walking towards her. Suddenly it changes, she gets up and runs towards me, tackling me to the ground. The odd thing is, her eyes are closed.

"You monster!!" She screams, tears running down her face.

"Dean?" Sam and Bobby finally enter the room after searching upstairs.

"What's going on?" He adds, his eyes skimming over Mavericks form on top of mine.

But I only take a second to look at Sam, my full attention is on Maverick, her usual sarcastic grin is no where to be seen, it's been replaced with a hard grimace and tears.

"I think she's asleep..." I tell them, noticing her eyes are still shut, and her fists hitting my chest doesn't pack a punch.

"Maverick?" Sam asks, and my thoughts are confirmed when there's no response.

"Rot in hell!" She screams again, I grab both of her hands to stop her from hitting me once again.

"Maverick wake up!" I shout at her, and it finally works....kind of. She does stop sleep walking, but she doesn't wake up. She suddenly slumps over, her dead weight sprawled over my chest, her head hanging off the side of my neck.

"What the hell was that?!" I yell to no one in particular. They all stare at me with confused expressions,

"Well get her off of me!" I tell them, once she's back on the couch I walk over to her. She's still wincing and fidgeting, un-aware of anything else.