Beauty And The Hunter (D.W)

Chapter 2

Season 9: Not An Episode.

The door swung open abruptly, jolting me from my thoughts. Dean stormed into the room with an angry expression, his eyes fixed on me with a fierce intensity. Without a word, he grabbed both of my arms, his grip painfully tight. I flinched at his touch, staring up at him with a mix of fear and confusion.

"Why does Crowley want you?" Dean's voice was low and menacing, sending chills down my spine. "What does he want from you? What did you do to piss him off?" His questions came in a rapid-fire assault, each one sharper than the last.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight with anxiety. "I have no idea who Crowley is or what he wants from me," I stammered, trying to pull away from his unrelenting grip, but his strength held me in place.

Dean's expression hardened, and he laughed bitterly. "You expect me to believe that? You think I'm just going to take your word for it? I need proof that you're not hiding something. I won't trust you until I have it."

"Dean," came a raspy voice from behind us. I turned my head to see Castiel, the angel, standing in the doorway. His presence seemed to cut through the tension in the room.

Dean released me, turning his glare towards Castiel. "She obviously has to be involved somehow," he said, his voice dripping with frustration.

Castiel sighed, his eyes reflecting a mix of annoyance and weariness. "I need to speak with you. Alone," he said firmly, then turned and walked out of the room.

Dean shot one last piercing look at me before following the angel, leaving me alone. I stared at the empty doorway, the weight of their anger and suspicion heavy on my shoulders. I rubbed my arms where Dean had gripped me, wincing at the lingering pain.

As the tears began to fall, I buried my face in my hands, trying to stifle the sobs that shook my body. The confusion and fear were overwhelming, and the raw pain from Dean's rough handling only added to my distress. I let the tears slide down my cheeks, feeling utterly helpless and alone as I tried to make sense of the turmoil surrounding me.

***

I stood outside, feeling the crisp air against my skin while Dean stood in front of me, casually drinking a beer. Sam was seated in a chair, engrossed in his computer research. Dean watched me intently as I gripped the gun in my hand, my fear palpable. I glanced nervously at the target in front of me.

Dean had insisted that I learn to protect myself from a man named Crowley, who was apparently hunting me. I swallowed hard, pulling the gun's safety off just as Dean had instructed. I squeezed the trigger, and the loud bang made me flinch, my eyes shutting tightly.

When I finally opened them, I saw Dean staring in shock at the target. I followed his gaze and realized I had hit the bullseye. "Impressive," Dean said, nodding appreciatively. "You sure you've never done this before?"

"I'm sure," I replied, feeling a mix of pride and confusion.

Dean reloaded the gun and handed it back to me, setting his beer bottle down with the others. "Try hitting all those bottles," he instructed.

I aimed carefully at the row of glass bottles stacked together. Pulling the trigger, I managed to shatter every single one. I lowered the gun and turned to Dean, who looked both surprised and impressed. "I'm surprised you can shoot so well, and the way you fought me earlier was impressive too," he said, taking the gun from me.