Fighting For Both Sides (A Dean Winchester Fanfic)

You're A Demon?

"I'm Dean, by the way."

"Rose." I responded back, reaching my hand out to shake his. His hand was rough and calloused,  and I felt the sharp cold metal of his silver ring. His hands were almost two sizes bigger than mine. He swallowed and withdrew his hand, once again wrapping it around the empty glass.

"So, Rose. What's a pretty young girl like you doing working in a place like this?" Dean asked me, gesturing to the bar around me. I frowned, taking slight offense to his stereotype. "I've been working here for seven years. It's supported me when nothing else did. It's my only constant." I told him matter-of-factly. He smirked and looked down at the bar. "Sorry princess."

I didn't have time to respond because in the corner of my eye, I saw the emblem for breaking news on one of the side TV's. Silence took the bar as I reached over to lower down the music. Dean swiveled in his chair and watched the screen with a look of frustration evident on his handsome features.

"Things aren't very good Brad. We've had our second murder in town in the last two weeks. The victims were killed the same way by several stabbings to the torso. Both were killed in their homes around midnight." The news lady on the screen anounced into her microphone. It must have been windy where she was standing, her bleach blonde hair was sticking out of place. I shivered at the familiarity of these murders and felt myself pale.

Dean turned back around in his seat as the news report ended, and the chatter among the bar grew to it's regular volume. Talking about the murders no doubt.

I sighed and lost myself deep in my thoughts. Dean must have noticed my sudden change in mood and decided to call me out on it. "Hey, what's wrong? Did you know the victims or something?" I met his eyes, and I realized how close we were. I didn't notice the slight dark shadows underneath his eyes. "No, I didn't.  I just, I can't believe people can do this to each other. It's sick!" I told him. Dean looked down and muttered something under his breath that I couldn't hear. But if I was right, it sounded like he said, "It's not people you should be worrying about." I ignored it and went back to work. Dean didn't speak the rest of the night, but was too busy in his own thoughts.

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I pulled the bar door shut and locked it tight. Once I made sure it was locked, I turned to face the street and pulled my overcoat tighter against my body. Small gusts of my breath were visible in the cold winter night. I really need a car.

As much as I tried not to, all I could think about was Dean. The mysterious stranger had not spoken since the news report, and on his way out he just brushed his shoulder against mine. I wasn't sure what his deal was, but I was honestly too tired and drained to ask. 

There was something about him that I couldn't wrap my mind around. He was beautiful, yes. He seemed pretty intellegent. And he was fairly cocky. But his eyes spoke differently for his always present smirk. They were soulful,  almost sad. The slight bags under his eyes might've meant that he wasn't getting much sleep. He could've been sad, but he might've been tired.

My theories had distracted me from where I was walking. I stopped and looked around to where my feet had carried me. I frowned and noticed I was in a back alley. But to my relief,  it was near the bar. I tried to get my directions together when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned with a gasp and saw nothing. I shook my head at my own stupidity, but walked faster just in case. I kept hearing the footsteps, but knowing they weren't there, I didnt turn back.

Without any warning, I felt a hand grab the back of my neck. I screamed as the shadowy figured slammed me against the brick wall of the building behind me. This was it. I'm going to get raped or mugged. My head spun from the impactand reached up to feel something sticky trail down my face. My fingers were stained red. The stranger had now wrapped his hand around my throat, and his other hand restrained me from kicking. I felt the air escape my lungs and I desperately tried to gasp for air. I then looked into the figure's eyes.

It was Richard.

Except, it wasn't the Richard I knew. He had his body and face, but his eyes.... They were pitch black. "Richard." I tried to call out, but it sounded strained. Ringing became apparent in my ears and I tried to push his hand away. "Rosalie Elizabeth Blake. I will not let you get away this time. You may have escaped before, but not now." Richard barked at me. Tears stung my eyes and my vision worsened. I then heard the muffled sound of a car engine just to my left. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. The stranger may not even been able to see me, it was so dark. Just as I were about to pass out, Richard's hand was torn away from my throat. I gasped madly for air as if I were a fish out of water. I dropped to my knees and focused on staying conscious. I looked up at my saviour.

Dean.

Dean was holding Richard by the back of his jacket, and with an unhuman like force, threw him against the wall. "I've been looking for you." Dean shouted, aiming a kick against Richard's rib cage. Richard groaned as Dean's foot met his side. I was about to shout at Dean to stop hurting him, when Richard reached up and twisted Dean's leg, pulling him down on the ground. Dean grunted and Richard punched Dean in the face. Dean rolled over and hit Richard with more force.

Dean sat on top of Richard and punched his nose continuously. I gasped at what I saw. Dean's usually green eyes were now black. Like Richard's, they glinted in the moonlight as Dean pulled his lips back into a snarl. The handsome man was gone in that moment. I was shaking so badly out of fear, for myself, Richard, and Dean. Richard now had a bloody nose. Suddenly, he pulled something swiftly out of his pocket and swiped Dean's arm with the mysterious object. Dean shouted a curse out of pain. I could see that his hand was bleeding and blood was dripping from his fingertips. Richard smiled menacingly. With blurry vision, I could make out a knife in Richard's hand. "Although you too are a demon," Richard began, "I will not hesitate to kill you." Dean was a what? A demon?

"You are not going to kill any more people." Dean growled. What was he talking about? Richard couldn't have killed them. "Watch me, Winchester."  Richard spat. Dean lunged at Richard knocking him down again. Dean pulled a knife out of his back pocket and aimed it at Richard's heart before a black smoke escaped through the old man's mouth. As it disinegrated into the air, Richard collapsed onto the ground, his head rolling back in a deep slumber.

Dean shouted a curse angrily. He reached over and felt the man's pulse before sighing heavily. Dean stood up, his eyes still a deep black. He stumbled over to me, concern evident on his twisted features. "Rose? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" The thing knelt in front of me. I was shaking so hard, and I backed against the concrete wall in fear. Dean looked surprised by my action. "Your eyes, they're... Black." I managed to get out weakly. Dean bit his lip and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were his regular shade of green. I felt calmed by this action.

"I-Is he alive?" I stuttered. Dean nodded once and reached over for me. I cringed away and he drew his hand back. "You're bleeding." He murmered. "What happened to Richard? What was that smoke? Why were his eyes black like yours?" I asked quickly. Dean didn't answer but just studied my face. A sudden realization hit me.

"You're a demon?" I whispered. I didn't have time to hear his answer because the world spun around him. I could hear Dean talking to me, but his voice was muffled and far away. I felt his warm hand wrap around my body before darkness overtook me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This chapter was longer than the last. Please read, vote, and comment! Thanks :)