Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Twelve

we pulled into the drive, driving down towards the warehouse. i was sitting next to Dean, holding his right hand and still feeling a little shy. he parked the impala and glanced at me, grinning. i blushed and followed him out the driver's door. he closed the door behind me, following me into the warehouse. before i went into the warehouse, i glance down at my clothes making sure none were inside out or backwards. Dean came up and chuckled.

"what?" i asked. i pointed to his neck. i saw nothing there, so i realized it must've been on my neck. i felt my eyes widen and i ran back to the impala, using the rear view mirror to look at my neck. there, right in the hollow of my throat was a hickey. i groaned, knowing Sam was going to see it, and walked back towards Dean. he grinned and put his arm around my shoulders, kissing the top of my head.

"you'll be fine." Dean chuckled. i didn't feel so sure. as soon as we walked through the big warehouse doors, and saw all the lab equipment, i tensed and became the angry, devilish side of myself. Dean felt the difference and didn't argue when i stepped out from under his arm and walked with as long strides as i could manage down the corridor. Dean could've kept up easily but he stayed a few feet behind me. we walked to the door we had been kept, and opened it. there sat Sam on a bed, reading a magazine. and not just any magazine. a dirty magazine. i clucked my tongue at him and grinned.

"hey man." Sam said, talking to Dean.

"sup." i said before Dean could say anything. he glanced at me giving me a 'oh no you didn't look'. i smiled, pulling my hands up to frame my face. he grinned and rolled his eyes. Sam turning to look at me. he glanced at the hickey, and his eyes darkened but he didn't say anything. he walked over to Jake, who sat, unconscious in the chair i had been in. Sam stuck a needle in his neck and Jake woke up. he looked up at Sam and smirked. but then Jake saw me and his face paled to the point that he was as white as the pavement. i put the angriest, darkest look on my face that i could manage. he actually looked terrified.

"wait, you're scared of her and not me?" Sam asked, confused. then he looked at my stormy face and even though it wasn't directed towards him, he paled too. i hadn't even crossed the room to them yet. i could sense Dean getting kind of nervous. he must have seen my face too. finally after staring at Jake, i strode towards him, not even stopping to grab the tractor wrench off of the table. i could hear Dean and Sam's intake of breath when i grabbed it without breaking stride. i watched as Jakes face turned from almost terrified to the kind of scared that made you pee your pants. and actually i think i he did. i swung the wrench diagonally starting down by my right hip, and hit his jaw. he bit his tongue, lip, or cheek. maybe all three because a lot of blood came gushing out of his mouth. he turned to look away from me and spit. i turned and barely saw that he had spit out three molars. i saw Dean's face and it was a mixture of fear and pride. you know that face you make when you're watching a movie and somebody gets hit hard, making you cringe? it was a lot like that.

"holey shit dude, she is strong. look at the teeth she knocked out!" i heard Dean whisper. i glanced over to see that Jake was still in his underwear. good. i turned to go back to the table and saw Sam and Dean grabbing a chair. they even had some candy and popcorn. i chuckled.  i put the now bloody wrench back down on the table and saw the hunting knife. my fingers closed around it's cold handle. my other hand reached up and traced the scar i now had from this knife and Jake's hand that ran down my face from my temple to my jaw. i turned back to Jake, all eyes on me. i felt like a kid entering some sick kind of talent show. i took the knife, and ran the part of the blade that wasn't sharp along Jake's arms and shoulders, walking around him. i grabbed his face and tilted it up after standing behind him. i saw the fear in Jake's eyes as i showed him my pure hatred for him in my face. Sam and Dean must've seen it too because Dean started choking on a piece of popcorn. i didn't even hesitate and i slid the knife on Jake's face, leave a star shaped mark over his entire face. I'm not sure why i picked a star. but i had already cut it into his face, so it was too late now. i pushed his head to look at Sam and Dean and the blood ran down his face from the star i had carved. i looked up to see Sam and Dean both cringing. and i had just started. i traced the knife down his chest, starting at his collarbone all the way to the edge of his rib cage.

"you can. cut me all you want. but i can take it." he whispered. i stood up, tilting my head at his cockiness. then an idea dawned on me. i grinned and headed back to the table. i looked down to realize i was wearing a white tank top. and it was my only shirt i had. so until i went to get clothes, this was all i had. i can't go out in public with a bloody shirt, so i either had to take it off of go shopping first. i decided to take it off.

"hey Dean, come here." i turned to tell him. he looked up and stood up, handing his bowl of popcorn and candy to Sam. he stood in front of me.

"what's up?" he asked.

"i either need to borrow one of your shirts or take this one off. it's white" i said. he smirked.

"that is my shirt. yours was all ripped up." now that i thought about it, I'm not sure what i was wearing before Sam and Dean picked me up.

"well still. i can't go out in public with a bloody shirt." i said.

"i don't have any other shirts with me right now." he said. he glanced over at Sam.

Dean's pov

i did not want Sam to see Sara shirtless. even if she did have a bra on under it. i sighed.

"just wear that one. i'll go get another one of my tank tops for you to wear later." she nodded. i went to sit back down.

"so why does she have a hickey?" Sam asked. i shook my head. i was not about to explain anything to Sammy. i usually had no problem showing off about what girl i was with that night. but Sara was different. i didn't just want her. i needed her, just like i needed Sammy. i felt a pull towards her whenever she got too close to another guy. and not that kind of lust pull. I'm not sure what it is. Sara walked over to Jake, a hammer hidden behind her back. i pressed my eyebrows together. out of all the knives and saws over there, why did she pick a hammer? was she really that creative?  she stood next to Jake's chair and he eyed the arm she had hidden behind her back. and suddenly, she quickly swung her arm out, Jake didn't even see it coming. her arm swung high, bringing the hammer down on Jake's forearm. there was a loud crack as the hammer made contact with his arm, and i could visibly see the bend in his arm, where there shouldn't be one, where his arm had broken. holey shit. this girl was dangerous and she didn't even fight monsters. in my eyes, she's hot. she's mine. she's badass.

shit, i think i love her.