Deadly

Chapter 18

Anonymous P.O.V.

I waited for some sign that Marilyn had told Dean about me hunting him, but nothing came. I was almost disappointed- I wanted something from him. Dean Winchester had always been a disappointment, though, so it didn't surprise me. I sighed, hoping Marilyn had already told him. Maybe I just couldn't hear his reaction, I mean, I couldn't see him. I hoped that was it, but knew it wasn't. I turned to my accomplice, irritated.

"Did you hear anything?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Nope, I don't think she's told him."

I rolled my eyes. "Why wouldn't she? She loves him." I emphasized my disgust.

He laughed. "You're so pathetic. You're only mad because she loves him and not you."

"Not true," I barked, glaring at him. He was partially correct, and even though I knew he knew that, I wasn't going to admit it. "I'm just following boss' orders."

"Boss is dead." he reminded me. Prick.

"Yes, I know." I said, my irritation seeping through my words. "We were given orders before the murder. And he's killed plenty of our family, there's enough just in Dean's past for us to be mad about."

"Sam helped, though. So why are you just mad at Dean?"

Oh my God, he's so annoying.

"Because," I explained- again- why only Dean was going to be killed. "Killing Dean will hurt Sam. Plus, Sam will eventually get over it. And I don't want Sam to be hurt by this forever, I like Sam. Don't you?"

He nodded, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So what's the plan?"

"It'll only work if she tells him, and I don't know if she has- or will."

"I'm sure she will." he assured me.

I just shrugged, biting my lip.

"Anyway," he said when I said nothing. "Assuming she does tell him, what will be the plan?"

"We're going to kidnap her." I said, shrugging again.

He nodded, biting his lip, thinking. "How's that going to work?"

Marilyn's P.O.V.

I was restless, anxious for Castiel to leave, but also wanting him to stay, not wanting to give Dean another chance to yell at me for going behind his back. I wanted to go upstairs and talk to Luke about what Miranda had told us earlier that day and try to decipher what this thing wanted with Dean, but the first and only time I tried to make my way to the door to get into the house, Dean had stopped me, gently pulling me into him, and wrapping his arms around me. And that's where I stood now, in front of Dean, facing Castiel, with Dean's arm's wrapped around my waist, and mine wrapped around his arms, resting in front of me. As Castiel explained his theory to us, Dean's arms would tighten around me when he got anxious, and his heart beat would speed up a little. I could tell he was trying not to show how worried he was, and I could tell Castiel wasn't buying his fearless act this time.

"Dean," Castiel said finally, after explaining to us that no matter what, Dean was not to be drawn into any traps- another hunter always had to be with him. (We had also come to the conclusion that Dean was still considered a hunter, even though he claimed he was out of the life. I mean, he showed up at the crime scene, ready to interrogate and inspect. That's what hunters did, right?) "I mean it. If you get drawn into this creature's trap, you will not come back out." My breathing quickened, his arms tightened around me. "You have to be on gaurd at all times- do not get distracted."