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Chapter 18~ It's A Pinky Promise You Uncultured Swine!

Chapter 18

Dean's POV

    I woke up with a groan. Rolling over, I see Sam was still asleep. Arianna cuddling him. I roll my eyes throwing the covers off me. Sliding from the bed, out the corner of my eye I see the couch was empty.Pulling on some sweat pants. I open the door to outside. Looking down the length of the hotel. Taylor is no where to be seen. "Where the hell is she?" I said under my breath. Closing the door. Sam wakes up. "Dean? What are you doing up?" It was only 7 o'clock usually Sam is the first up. "I just woke up. Where is Taylor?" I said going over to the coffee machine. "I thought she would have came  back by now." He said rubbing his eyes. "What? She left? Dude, you shouldn't have let her go off. Especially with no news on the demon!" I ran a hand through my hair. He was more awake now. Arianna was stirring now. "Sammy?" She raised up her eyes half open. "Taylor is gone." I said waking her up faster. "Didn't she come back?" Her eyebrows raised. "Where the hell did she go? No one will tell me a d*mn thing." I said frustrated. "She was angry with me. So, she left into the woods. "Arianna said looking guilty. "You let her go into the freaking woods!" I looked at Sam. "She was angry. There was nothing you could do." He replied. "You should have stopped her." I said pulling on a shirt from my duffel. Then going to the bathroom I change into a my jeans, boots. I leave after that out the door of the motel, leaving a disgruntled Sam, and guilty Arianna.     Walking out I see some brush pulled back. I fan away leaves with my hands. Following a marked trail. Smart, she marked it so she could come back. Walking for ten minutes I see a busted tree. Across from is I see a bloody knuckle Taylor laying at the base of a tree, hair spayed on the leaf covered woodland floor. Running over I feel for a pulse. I see hand marks on her neck someone has been here. Picking up the not awake Taylor I see her move. "You are going to be alright, Taylor. I am right here." I whispered carrying her to the motel. I kick the door to knock Sam opens it, looking at me then to Taylor. Pushing him out of the way I set her on my bed. "What is wrong with her?"Arianna had just came from the bathroom. "I don't found her lying in the woods." Arianna pushed me slightly out of the way. Lifting up Taylor's hand, she grimaces. "These are the worse than, I have ever seen them." Arianna said one hand covering her chest. "We need to clean them." Sam says. I glare at him. I am still pissed as hell about him letting her go off like this. "I will get a cold wash cloth." Arianna says scurrying off into the bathroom. "I am sorry Dean. You need to tell her." Sam said crossing his arms across his chest. "What are you talking about?" I said perfectly knowing what this was about. "You two are made for eachother. That's why you get into arguments. Too much alike." Sam was smiling slightly now. "It's too late for that. We had a conversation about it. It will never work anyways." I said with a sigh. Arianna came back with a bottle of medical alcohol, a wash cloth, and gauze. "Hold her. She will wake up when this alcohol touches it." I hold onto the fore arms of her. Ari has her wrist, wash cloth under it. She pours a slight amount letting it run into the cuts. "Son of a mother fudger!" Taylor tries to raise up. "Calm down." I said looking at her. "What are you son of ditches doing to me?" She said thrashing around. "We are taking care of your cuts." Arianna said quietly.  Taylor heard her voice and immediately jerked her hand away. "I am sorry, but I am not a child that needs to be taken care of." She said coldly. She gave her arm a large pull, slipping them from my grasp. Taking a bottle of whiskey on the table, taking a swig she walks to the bathroom. 

Sam's POV

    I walk over to the door. Knocking I hear her say something along the lines of 'you peasants better get away or I will chop everything you love in half'. "Uh, Taylor? It's me.  I just wanted to see how you were doing?" I said awkwardly standing near the door. "Sassy man, I am fine. You are someone I actually like right now." The door opens I see her standing there. Motioning me in the room I follow. She closes the door. "Sam. This is serious. I can tell you as long, and I repeat as long as you don't tell anyone. If you do I will castrate you and cut off all your hair." She had a finger poked into my chest. Then she held out her pinky. "What?" I said looking down at her an the pinky. "It's called pinky promise you uncultured swine!" She whisper yelled. I took her pinky with mine she gave it a firm shake. "The pack has been established. Last night, after I punched a tree lots of times. BTW I ten out of ten do not recommend. A man came up to me. Yellow eyes." She said pointing to her eyes. "You saw the demon?" I said lowering my head a little. "Yes. Now stop talking so loud Simba you are going to alert the hyenas." She said jerking her thumb to the door. "Anyways, He wants me and you to lead an army from Hell. Plus, lets not forget he was stunned by my sassy mane, and did you know he likes women younger than him. Very pedophilia if you ask me." She said rubbing her chin. "Taylor. Demon." I said getting her back on track. "Oh, right. As I was saying. I told him that I didn't wanna be in his gang of cronies. The guy gets pissed so he sort of flings me into a tree then, grabs my neck without permission. Yeah, can you believe this guy getting in my personal octagon. Then he tells me that he is coming back like some 'Terminator'. Who does that? That my fine sassy Simba is how my first date went with a demon." She finished leaving me wide eyed. "He wants me and you to lead his army?" I said. "After all I just told you, that's what you get out of it?" She said wide eyed. "That is the most important part." I said sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. "Oh, that makes me feel so loved.  I almost got intruded by a demon, and all you are worried about is some Hell army invading." She said putting a hand over her heart. "Are you always this dramatic?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, I get it from the zebra side of my family. Very over the top people." She said flipping her hand in weird positions. "What?" I said. Looking at her I see she change into a different outfit. "Simba you still have much to learn. Now, let's get out of here before they suspect you have admitted your undying love for me, and we are making out." She said opening the door. I sort of just stood there. Then walked out. Arianna was sulking at the table looking at her fingers. Dean was on the couch watching a Spanish soap opera. "That is a super manly show you are watching Dean." He turned around to look at Taylor. Then flip off the TV. "I wasn't watching nothing." He said putting down his beer. "Uh, huh." She said not sounding convinced. 

Arianna's POV

    Taylor was packing up her stuff. I kept glancing over to her and back to my bag. I want to apologize for being unnecessarily angry with her for caring about my well being. "Take a picture it will last longer." I looked up. She was looking straight at me. Sam looked over to me giving me a small smile.  Dean was looking between us. "What happen between you too?" He said making Taylor scoff. "Dean, if we wanted you to know, then you would. Keep your nose out of our business." Dean looked as if he had been slapped. I zip up the duffel bag, going over to Sam helping him fold up his clothes. It was an awkward silence. I absolutely hate awkward silences, either I am the one to cause them, or I was involved in the action that caused them. Awkward just seems to follow me like a bad stink. Am I really comparing awkward to stink? What is my life.  I mentally facepalm myself.