No Longer Will Darkness Prevail

"Go Sammy Go!"

DEAN'S POV:

After Ash fainted, I picked her up bridal style and ran towards the front gate.
Sam pulled my Impala up just as I got to the gate.
I opened the backdoor and set Ash down gently.
I shut the door and jumped shotgun.
"Go!" I said quickly.
Sam hit the gas and we went peeling down the dirt road.
Sam didn't slow down until we hit the main road, and even then he was pushing it, and looking in the rear view mirror every few minutes.
Just as we thought we were clear, I see a dark SUV haling ass towards us.
"Go, Sammy, go!" I said.
Sam once again hit the gas and weaved through the light traffic.
It was late, so there weren't many cars out, it just made it easier for them to follow.
Sammy took a sharp left down a road, then another sharp left down a back alley.
He sped down it, making a quick right turn and down another alley.
We took a couple alleys until we hit the main road again.
The dark SUV was nowhere in sight.
We found that Sam had taken us another hour away from our motel.
I kept looking back at Ash.
She was still passed out.
She laid across the seats, her dress filling up the back, and blood was dripping from the small scratch on her neck.
It worried me that she had passed out and I didn't even know why.
After a half hour of silence, Sam spoke out.
"You really like her, don't you?" He asked.
I scoffed.
"I don't know what your talking about," I said looking out my window.
"Don't deni it Dean, I see the way you look at her, it's the same way she looks at you," Sam said looking over at me.
Did she really?
I looked at him in surprise.
I quickly recovered.
"Keep your eyes on the road!"
"Dean," Sammy said.
"Enough Sammy," I warned.
"You have to stop denying yourself of things like this," He said.
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious, Dean. You spend your time with one night stands, hookers, and God knows who else," I glared at him. "Why not have the pleasures of actually being with someone, for longer than a night?"
I was quiet.
I didn't want to chance it.
Plus, she can't have those kinds of feelings for me, who would?
But Sammy said he's noticed something with her, so why couldn't it be true?
I shook my head.
"No, Sammy," I said.
"Ash is the kind of person you should be with," Sam continued. "She's good for you, she stands up to you in ways others don't even dare too, she can handle your smartass remarks because she comes back and gives you one herself."
I grinned to myself.
I loved all those things about her.
I've always liked her because she was different than others.
"The only thing that's different between you two is that she doesn't sleep with everything within hands reach," Sammy added.
"That's enough," I said getting angry.
I wasn't getting angry at him.i was getting angry at myself because what he said was true, everything he said was right.
"No, Dean," Sam said also angry. "Why would you say no to something like her? Why, Dean?"
He watched me with careful eyes.
I sighed.
I was done fighting with him.
"It's not that easy," I said quietly.
"What's not?" He asked.
I didn't answer.
"Come on, Dean, are you afraid? Are you afraid that she'll hurt you? Or that you'll hurt her?"
I felt my blood boil under my skin.
Suddenly, I felt my anger fade.
"I don't want to loose her," I said giving up.
"You won't loose her," Sam said. "She's too stubborn for that." He grinned.
Well that's true.
She was stubborn as an ox, but so was I.
He wasn't looking at the deeper meanings in my words.
I looked back at Ash.
Her amber brunette hair was tangled up and dirty with dirt and blood. Her dress that made her look so stunning was covered in dirt, and her makeup was smeared.
We finally pulled up to he motel.
"I'm going to give you time tI think about things. I'll get my own room for tonight," Sam said.
I didn't argue.
I didn't want to talk about it more with him.
I got out and opened the door to the room, then I went back and gently eased Ash out of the back, carrying her back to the room.
I laid her on my bed and moved her amber brunette hair out of her face.
I closed the door and got a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth.
I sat down next to her and cleaned up her face, wiping away the makeup, dirt, and dried blood.
Then I cleaned up her neck wound and put a bandaid over the still bleeding cut.
I sat there and looked at her in the quiet.
I've always liked her better with her hair cascading around her shoulders, her tom boy clothes, and her no makeup.
That's who I grew up with.
That's who I fell in love with.