Deadly

Chapter 17

We sat in Peter's living room, praying Sam, Peter, and Michael would get there before Dean. If Dean were to get there before, there would be no doubt about it: my hunting career would be over before it even began. I had come to the conclusion that, no matter what Sam and Dean said, hunting would be interesting. Maybe not always fun, but always worth it, and I wanted to work a case- really work a case.

Sam came through the front door first, and everyone in the room seemed to exhale at once. 

"You're so screwed." he said to us.

"You were supposed to keep him busy." I grumbled.

"He didn't even come home, Marilyn. Not to our house, anyway."

Another car parked in the driveway, the driver slamming the door of his car shut. I hoped it was Peter, but I already knew it wasn't. Only one door closed, not two, and Peter and Michael wouldn't have been as forceful with their car doors.

Dean entered the house, slamming the front door closed behind him, too.

"What the hell was that about?" he asked, anger taking over every feature of his face. I had to admit, even angry, Dean was still magnificently attractive.

"Dean-" Luke tried to reason, but Dean wouldn't let him.

"Shut up, Luke! I was asking her!" he glared at me.

Since the beginning of our relationship, Dean had never once intimidated or scared me. He, underneath the hard-ass and rough exterior- was affectionate and gentle. And he was compassionate- my God was he compassionate. I, although I had not yet told him, was deeply in love with Dean Winchester. However, in this moment, with his hazel eyes seemingly burning a hole through me, I was scared.

"I...I-" I stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought under his harsh gaze. I looked away, and he laughed without humor.

"I told you, I specifically told you not to get involved with hunting, and what did you do?"

"Dean." Sam tried to stop him.

"No, Sammy!" Dean stared at his brother, his eyes cold. He turned back to me. "I can't believe you crossed the one line I asked you not to cross."

I stood up off the couch where I had been sitting next to Mason. "Dean, if you're mad at me, take it out on just me. Not them."

Dean pursed his lips, as if deciding whether or not he wanted to yell at all of us or just me. Then he sighed, and said, "Okay, Marilyn. We need to talk." he looked at Mason and Luke, who looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. "Alone."

I sighed, but stood up and followed him into the kitchen. Mason, Sam, Luke, and Aaron went upstairs, and I heard two doors close. Before Dean could say anything, I turned and walked out into Peter's patio, waiting for Dean to join me. He followed me out, closing the sliding glass door behind him.

"Okay," I said, sarcasm clear in my voice. "Let me have it. Go ahead and yell at me for not listening to you."

Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He began pacing, not looking at me. "Do you know how much danger you could have put yourself in?" he asked, still pacing.

I shrugged. "I'm fine, aren't I?"

Dean stopped pacing and turned to face me, standing behind a chair. He put his hands on the top of the chair and shook his head. "That's not the point, Marilyn."

"Then what is the point?"

"The point is, you could've been hurt!" Dean said, his voice getting deeper.

"Dean."

Both Dean and I jumped before composing ourselves.

"Cas."

"Hi, Castiel." I said, standing up from the chair I had been sitting in.

"Marilyn." he nodded at me.

"What do you need, Cas?" Dean asked impatiently. "We're busy."

Castiel shook his head. "Yelling at the girl you are infatuated with does not count as 'busy'."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Cas, she-"

"I know exactly what she did. I also know she now possesses new information you are unaware of, information that will help us."

Dean looked at me and raised one of his eyebrows. "What?"

"It's not like you gave me much time to explain myself." I muttered.

Dean shook his head. "Don't start with me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Marilyn," Castiel said. "Tell Dean."

"Yeah, Marilyn," Dean said sarcastically. "Tell Dean."

I glared at him. "You're being hunted."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right."

"She's not lying, Dean." Castiel said. "You are being hunted."

Dean shook his head. "By what?"

"This creature, this thing, it's hunting you." I said.

"How do you know?"

"Mrs. Hawkey told me. She said when she found her husband, he said that the creature told him he was looking for you, and since Mr. Hawkey couldn't help him, he was killed."

Dean grimaced, his attitude had changed. "I'm the reason all these guys are being killed?"

Castiel nodded. "It appears so, yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

( I don't know how I feel about this so just roll with it.)