Home

Chapter 38: Fear Itself

A/N: Hello my lovely readers!! I'm so sorry this is late, and that my explanation to you never uploaded yesterday. But here is the chapter and it's almost twice the length of a normal one. I hope you enjoy it! Love you guys!

____________________________________________________________________

You came to face down on a damp forest floor, the smell of the wet earth filling your nose. You couldn't quite remember what, but you knew something was awry. You forced yourself to your feet and brushed leaves and dirt off of your clothes. You looked around and didn't notice anything familiar, until you heard your name being called out. Your head whipped around in every direction trying to find where it was coming from.

"Becket," you screamed out. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be safe at Fred's house, living out a normal life. Being in some sort of dank forest wasn't part of a normal life.

He called out for you again and you sprinted across the mossy ground in the direction you thought his distressed cries were coming from. You finally saw him hit sitting in the middle of a small clearing. He was completely unharmed and looked like the Becket you remembered. His hair was still cropped short and his brown eyes still held an innocence that you wished yours still had.

"Becket," you breathed in relief, running to him and pulling him into a tight hug. "I've missed you."

"Werewolves," he said, looking frantic.

You saw a silver knife lying on the ground not far from the two of you, and you lunged to grab it as at least ten werewolves came into sight. You pushed Becket behind you and backed into a tree. You looked at it and decided to make him climb it. He had a better chance at living if you could defend the base while he was out of harm's way.

They were advancing quickly and your heart was pounding. Having so many werewolves advancing made old memories resurface. Images of your aunt and uncle being killed, images of Becket sputtering blood as he was taking his last breaths. You could see the wounds covering all three of their bodies just as vividly as you did the night it happened.

You gripped the knife so tightly that your knuckles ached. As hard as it was to face the monsters, you knew you had to. You had to keep your baby cousin safe. You had failed him once before, but you remedied it by making a deal with Crowley. You weren't going to fail him again. You couldn't.

The first monster charged at you, he wrestled you to the ground and you fought back, adrenaline keeping you strong. You were glad that your sleeves were long, otherwise the creature would have an easier time scratching and infecting you. That wasn't something you needed.

The werewolf was growling in your face, and biting at the air as an attempt to rip open your throat. You didn't care if you sounded like a wimp, you screamed. The other werewolves were beginning to surround the two of you on the ground.

Becket yelled out to you. "They're climbing the tree."

Tears fell from your eyes. You were going to fail him again. It wasn't possible to fight all of those werewolves with just a knife. Silver bullets, maybe. You didn't have that luxury, and you were losing the battle against just the one.

As your hope was fading faster than a candle underwater, you heard gun shots firing out. It lifted your spirits, thinking maybe you had a savior. It gave you the push you needed to win out against the werewolf pinning you on the ground. Your leg wiggled free from the weight of his foot, and you brought your knee up and hit him hard in between the legs. When his strength faltered, you were able to free your arm and plunge the liver dagger seep into his heart.

You pushed his body off of yours, and stood to look around at the scene. The werewolves were dead, and Dean was helping Becket down out of the tree. A massive grin broke out onto your face. He came to save you.