Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

XXXIII

Thirty-Three

After Alaine stepped out and the motel room door fell shut, Dean dragged himself out of bed to freshen up. He'd grabbed his clothes up from the floor along the way and locked himself in the bathroom to take a quick shower. As he stood under the warm spray, his head tipped back, he couldn't help but remember the last shower he'd shared with Alaine. And suddenly it was hard to focus on anything aside from the memory of him inside her, of her coming undone around him. Her beauty made his chest tighten and he wondered again how he'd ever survive without her in his life. She was all he wanted, the very thing he'd been missing for so long and he loved her more than words could ever express. This time around he was going to make sure he did everything right. When it came to their relationship, he'd leave no room for error. He couldn't risk losing her a third time; he refused to let that happen again. Whatever it took, Dean was going to give her his all, no questions asked.

After a short while of planning the many ways he could make things up to Alaine, he clambered out of the tub to dress himself. He threw on his clothes, making a mental note to grab a clean change from his duffle in the trunk. As he toweled off his damp hair, a sudden rattling shook the four walls of the bathroom. Outside he heard the motel door slam, followed by the panicked shrill of his name being called.

Adrenaline raced through his veins. He flew out of the bathroom, his wild gaze sweeping the expanse of the room before finding Alaine standing at the threshold. The door sat wide open against the wall, a gust of wind whipping inside, sending a deathly chill down the center of his spine. Fresh blood and dirt smeared her face, matting the strands of hair clinging to her filthy cheeks. Her hands trembled as she staggered forward, and she caught herself on the edge of the doorknob to keep from falling over.

"Demons," she rasped. "We have to go. Now."

The hunter didn't ask for an explanation. One look into her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He crossed the distance in one quick stride and gathered her in his arms. She placed her weight on him as he guided her away from the door.

"You think you can make it to the Impala on your own?" he asked.

"Yeah. I think so."

"Take my keys and my gun. I'll pack up in here and I'll meet you as soon as I'm done."

He set her steady before letting go to reach for his jacket hanging from the hook on the wall. He pulled out his firearm and car keys and handed them both to Alaine. As his gaze scanned her battered features, he noticed a glint of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Dean. There's too many of them."

"That doesn't matter. We'll be fine." He quickly slipped into his jacket. "Wait for me in the car. You'll be safe in there."

Alaine was aware of the wardings inside the Impala, however that did little to reassure her. She needed to tell him. If they had any hope of surviving this, he needed to know the truth.

Dean had already begun to gather her and Sam's belongings and was moving quickly across the room when her words stopped him in his tracks.

"Metatron has the spear."

His blood ran like ice in his veins. He turned to look at her, the steady fear he saw staring back more than enough of a confirmation. He hadn't misheard her.

"We need to tell Sam."

"And we will, after we get out of here. Come on."

His arm had come around her waist again to tuck her against his side. Without stealing a glance behind them, together they made it out to the Impala and Dean threw everything inside the trunk before shuffling over to the passenger door to help Alaine inside.