Deadly

Chapter 33

I stayed outside for a few minutes, the rain seeping through my already soaked clothes. My eyes stayed glued on the spot where Dean had driven off moments before, as if maybe if I looked long enough, he'd come back.

I wasn't sure if I was still crying when I decided to go back inside, the rain and my tears had mixed together so that as they streamed down my face, I wasn't sure which was which. I sulked back inside, clutching Dean's now soaked jacket around me.

When I got inside, Mason was still moping, offended by Sam's words. Luke was in the kitchen, looking around for something to eat.

"I'm starving," he called when he heard me enter the house.

"Call for take out or something," I croaked.

"Woah, are you okay?" he asked, coming into the living room where I sat with Mason. Mason looked up at me, his eyes going wide.

"What the hell happened?" Mason asked.

"Their plans were ruined," I explained. "Peter heard them, and he's..." my voice trailed off.

"Are you serious?" Mason asked at the same time Luke asked, "Are you sure?"

I just nodded. "Dean told me."

"He was here?" Mason asked. "Was he okay?"

I nodded again. "Now he's just not so sure they'll make it back."

Luke came to sit next to me on the couch, wrapping an arm around me. "I'm sure they'll be fine."

I sighed, a plan coming to me as Luke rubbed my arm. "I hope so."

"Let's do something to distract you from all this." Luke suggested.

I sighed again. "I could use some pizza right now."

"Pizza? You got it." Luke said, jumping up and jogging into the kitchen to get his car keys.

"And pie." I called.

"Pie! Got it!" Luke said, coming back into the room. "I'll be back soon." he hugged me, and then nodded at Mason before leaving the room.

When the front door closed, Mason let out a low chuckle. "Are you really in the mood to eat right now?"

I shook my head. "Hell no. But Luke would've tried to stop us."

"Stop us from what?"

"We're going after them."

Mason grinned, "I like where this is going."

"Let's go. We don't have much time before he comes back."

"Don't you want to change first?"

"What's the point?"

Mason shrugged, standing up and following me out of the house. I drove James' car, which he had left in the driveway since his friends picked him up that night. We drove towards the alley, stoping about a block and a half over so the car wouldn't attract attention to us.

"Okay," I said, putting the car in park. "Let's go."

"Marilyn, wait." Mason said as I began to open the door.

"What?"

"Here." Mason said, handing me a gun. I wasn't sure where he had got it from, but I was grateful that he had thought of bringing them.

"Thanks," I gave him a small smile, taking the gun from him.

About a block away, we loaded the guns, and started paying closer attention to our surroundings. I saw someone walking on the opposite side of the street, and looking closer I saw that it was Peter, heading down the street and towards the alley. I stopped walking, which made Mason stop, too. We waited for him to enter the alley before follwing him into the dark alley, praying he wouldn't turn around. I realized how much I missed Dean and Sam, and even Aaron and Michael in the short time we had been apart. I had to make sure they were okay. How could Dean think leaving me alone with Mason and Luke was what was best for me? I held the loaded gun closer to me, remembering the time Sam taught me to shoot.