Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Nineteen

I heard a whisper in my ear. "bitch." it whispered. "whore. all women are all the same. you're all whores. you all betray men."  I turned my head to spot a man in his late twenties, rope burns and bruises around his neck. he stood in old fashioned slacks with a tucked in white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and splashed with blood. the dark red suspenders held his slacks above his bare feet. the pants were obviously too long because they were rolled up to just above his ankles. blood was splattered all over him, and his knuckles were bruised and bloody. on the side of his face was a burned dark purple bruise on his cheek that looked like it had been left there by a very hot pan. he started towards me, a wild, crazed look in his eyes when a high pitched scream came from a woman behind him. her long dress that was long out of fashion fell to somewhere in the middle of her knees and ankles. the skirt was patched and had several holes yet to be fixed. the sleeve of her dress was torn, ripped down to reveal the top curve of her cleavage. her light brown hair was everywhere, spiking out of the bun she had had. she had a black eye and several other bruises scattered over her cheeks and chest. her legs were cut up, and she had several stab wounds pouring blood in her torso. she held a frying pan above her head and screamed, running towards the man which was clearly her husband. he turned to her and smirked. when he ducked her pan and punched her gut, she disappeared.

"what are you waiting for?" Dean asked. I raised the shotgun, pointing it at the man. his eyes widened a split second before I eased the trigger back quickly. the gun kicked and salt flew from the muzzle, scattering over the man, making him disappear. suddenly all my fears went with him. I felt secure and powerful with this gun. maybe it was the fact that it was Dean's gun. or maybe it was because Dean had my back. whatever it was, I was fearless. the way I had always been before my family got involved in this. they got dragged into it and all the fear in the world came crashing down on me. I now returned back to myself, fearless and brave. but now I had an extra feeling added into the pit of my gut. rage. these vampires were going to pay. Dean cracked open the front door and we stepped into the threshold. he held out his arm, pointing his pistol out and hit knife at his side. I had a knife too. they had both been dipped in dead man's blood. it was almost poison to vampires. even if you grazed them with a knife dipped in dead man's blood, they would eventually die from it. I held my shotgun at my side and held my knife out, my back pressed against Dean's. I followed my instinct and ignoring Dean, I walked towards a door to my right. he noticed I wasn't there and followed.

"the basement." I whispered, gesturing towards the door. he nodded and wrapped his hand around the doorknob, cracking it open. he swung it open and it tapped against the wall behind it. Dean went first, putting his foot on the steps, going down them. I followed, keeping my hand on his shoulder so he knew where I was. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a dim flashlight and pressed the button to flick it on. it reached the corner and there, was a small mattress. two vampires slept on it. a boy and a girl. they were obviously the leaders here. all around them laid several other vampires who had a blanket and pillow but lay on hay instead of a mattress. I counted five others than the ones on the bed. so seven total. Dean went forward and stabbed one of them, putting his hand firmly on his mouth. he did the same to three other vampires but then one woke up. Dean quickly dropped to look like he was one of them and I crouched, turning off the light. he yawned and looked around sleepily.

"bitch ass rats." he muttered and went back to sleep. Dean killed two more but that left the two on the mattress. he couldn't touch one without waking up the other, they were so tangled up with each other. I suppose that's what me and Dean do, heh. he gestured me over and I quietly stepped over to him. he didn't make a sound but made his lips move clearly saying; "on the count of three." I nodded and got up next to one of them and put the very tip of the knife close to but not touching her chest. she had nice cleavage. kinda wish mine was that good. mine wasn't so small they were an eleven year olds' but they weren't like really nice either. they were medium and- why the fuck am I thinking about my boob size? I'm supposed to be killing a vampire! Dean mouthed three, and I shoved up into those perfect sized boobs with all my might, knowing that getting through the bones would be hard. I have field dressed a deer, you know. google it, hehe. her eyes widened in surprise. shit. I haven't gotten it through the ribs yet! I pushed hard one more time before she punched me, throwing me across the room. I hit the wall with my back and my arm gave out a crack. Dean jumped on top of her, but she pushed him off as well. he flew towards me and I just nearly escaped being crushed between him and the wall. I ran at the vampire who had taken out the knife and was now looking at her dead mate. I picked up the knife she had thrown and charged her. I jumped on her, avoiding her punch and grazed her with the knife. I jumped on her back, piggy back ride style and held on, strangling her and keeping my legs locked around her hips. she rolled on the floor, crushing me beneath her weight but hell! I've had an entire five hundred pound calf roll on me, so this did nothing. I clung on, not letting go. being a nuisance. she screamed in frustration and fury, trying to shake me off. Dean came up in front of her when she was busy trying to bite me in the face, which I was taunting her with. Dean stabbed her, and she dropped to her knees. I jumped off her back then because otherwise she would've fallen on top of me. we both stood there, breathing hard. he shook his head and turned, grabbing a hold of my hand. he picked up the shotgun and shot the dead man as we went up the stairs and out to the impala.

"how about we lay low for a while and just stay in one spot?" he asked after we had gotten in and settled in the impala. I looked at him.

"you really want to settle?" I ask.

"not forever. just for a few months. you know, take a break from all this." he said, waving his hand towards nothing in particular. I leaned over to him, pressing my lips against his cheek that had stubble and needed a shave.

"I would love to take a break with you." I whispered in his ear. then he started that impala and drove off, heading back to my parent's house.