To Kill A Demon (Supernatural-Dean Love Story~)

Chapter Twenty-Two: To Be Loved

Two days past since the incident at the abandon shack, Dean hadn't said anything-but Sam was a different story. He knew something happened upstairs in that piece of crap called a house. He didn't have to say anything, it was painted on his face. After the whole shifter thing the boys decided to go back to Bobby's, I didn't argue with him. At least Bobby wasn't trying to kill me, and he was alive still. Unlike the rest of my family. While the boys were off, I made a few phone calls-to my friends. Other family members, stuff like that. Each one came up dead in some way. Had to be demons. Like they say the hunter life is a horrible life to have. Everyone you love is going to die at some point. There's no way getting out of it once you've started.

Only the loud purr of the impala, and her musty scent of iron and mud made me feel home. And a car wasn't even classified as a home. To Sam and Dean it was their home. I agreed with them, not because I didn't want a fight to break out, but because it was true. Bobby's like a father to me, and the boys, sometimes I really wished I was never born and none of this would happen. Everyone would be alive and continuing on with their lives. But that's no way to think, wishing yourself out of existence.

I awoke to loud clattering, echoing up from the kitchen. Followed by Bobby yelling and Dean saying a quick 'sorry'. Instead of dragging myself out of bed I rolled over, hoping to get a couple extra snooze minutes. But, boots trampling up the wooden stairs had another plan. "Up an at 'em, sweet-" I rolled over throwing a pillow at Dean's face, smacking him head on. His nose wrinkled, "Oh, so you want to play that-" I smacked him in the face again.

"Ten minutes...." I groaned falling back into the soft bed, even not seeing Dean's face I could picture the stupid grin plastered on his face. His boot steps made their way over to the bed. "I said ten minutes...." He didn't say anything, I raised an eyebrow face still planted into the bed. A finger jabbed my side, I bolted up out of the bed, hugging a pillow to my chest, "God Dean I said ten minutes!! Can't you let a girl sleep in?"

"That's what they all say," The Winchester winked, clicking his tongue, I slapped his arm throwing daggers at the male. He walked around the bed throwing the pillows I threw at him back on the bed. "Sammy made breakfast, and by the way you did sleep in it's one in the afternoon."

"Really?" I yawned stretching my arms way above my head, throwing my legs off the side of my bed I finally got up. A smirk slowly found its way on Dean's lips upon seeing what I was wearing. I rolled my emerald eyes walking over to him, " Okay, out. Need to get dressed." I pushed his arm urging him towards the door. "Winchester out now." His smirk fell.

"Fine, sweetcheeks." He winked again, disappearing behind the closed door. Once again I rolled my eyes, eyeing myself in the mirror, my dark hair was everywhere. Great, wait...was I blushing? Oh, shit. I hid my face in my hands. A soft knock at the door grabbed my attention, "Sam found a case, get ready or you won't have time to eat." Ignoring Dean, I slipped on my old tattered blue jeans. Throwing on a randomly chosen shirt out of the clothes I had left at Bobby's. Incidentally it had been a Black Sabbath shirt. Shoving my small handy silver blade in my boot I was ready to go see what the boys wanted.

"Afternoon," Sam greeted, he leaned against the kitchen counter. Smiling like a child. I smiled back, glaring at Dean.

"So the hunt?" I asked. Sam raised an eyebrow like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Oh, that was just to get you out of bed." Dean chirped, smirking, he wiggled an eyebrow. I kicked his shin, crossing my arms, Sam chuckled. "Steel toe boots?"

"I'm not talking to you." I announced turning around. Bobby shook his head.

"You're all a bunch of idjits, you know that?" Bobby threw in, he watched the three of us from his desk. "Instead of ruining her good mood, Dean. Why don't you tell her the truth?" I glanced between bobby and Dean. Confused but somewhat interested. Sam gazed at his brother awaiting his answer.

"Fine," Dean groaned giving up, "There's a clue on where your farther disappeared to." My head perked up, quickly saying a "really" under my breath in disbelief. "But," Dean grabbed my shoulder spinning me around, "You have to go out with us for breakfast." Sam smiled softly like he had no part of planning this out. I crossed my arms.

"What if I'm not hungry?"

"Then I'll feed you like the two year old you are." The eldest Winchester threw me a devilish smirk heading towards the door, "Comin' Sammy?" He called right before disappearing through the tattered down door. Sam played the drums with his fingers against the counter. Bobby sighed.

"Now don't let your brother or her get into any trouble, ya' hear that?" Bobby asked/commanded Sam; he cleared his throat.

"Loud n' clear, Bobby." The youngest Winchester half smiled, though his eyes said a whole different story. "Has she said anything to you, about her father? Or maybe a friend? Anything?" Bobby sighed like he knew the question was gonna appear sometime.

"She's a strong girl, Sam. If you want to know you should ask her, all I can tell you is her father wants her dead. No idea why. He'd have to be some crazed homicidal pychopath to want to kill his own flesh and blood. Now get going, before they knock my front door down." Sam nodded.

"Thanks, Bobby."

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Did you really have to 'trick' me into going out to eat with you?" I emphasized at trick, poking my head into the front seat. Dean cracked a cocky smile turning to me, his Emerald eyes glistening.

"Maybe I was testing you, have you thought about that?" He quizzed, poking my nose. I shook my head.

"Nice try, you can't trick someone who's grown up with a sister like mine," I stopped realizing what I had said. My sister used to play tricks on me all the time. She thought it was the funniest thing-until you tricked her back. Then she got upset; pouting like a pre-schooler. Sometimes I had a hard time figuring out who was the older one. And who was the child.

Sam climbed into the impala, holding a greenish duffel bag. He threw it into the backseat, "Hey! Precious cargo back here."

"Yeah, the weapons in the bag," Dean remarked, smirking proudly. Sam shot his brother a look.

"You sure you want to say that to someone who's in the back with YOUR precious cargo?" I poked my head into the front seat, gazing at Dean. At this point I was really wanting to punch him in the throat, "And could ya' stop flirting? It's not like I haven't noticed." His emerald eyes flickered up to the mirror-they were lit up like a christmas tree. A thin smirk playing his lips.

"Oh honey, I'm well aware of my flirting." Sam scoffed in the passenger seat shooting his brother a bitch face. The youngest winchester mumbled a quick, 'Dean' shifting in his seat. "Alright, alright I'll stop. Now about your father...."

"What about him? We already know he's trying to get my head on the chopping block here." I crossed my arms closing my eyes for a moment to take everything in, when I opened them the impala had come to a halt. A red light.

"Sam and I have been talking, there has to be a reason he wants your head on a stake. Like for instance, demon blood? Or maybe you did something to piss him off." I tensed up at the mention of demon blood, and Sam knew about it. He was the one that probably brought it up to Dean. I roughly shook my head my hair falling in my eyes. "Rylie, come on. Sam told me everything. Everything about the demon Azazel. What he did. Sam is exactly like you."

I grit my teeth trying to keep control of myself, a tight feeling in my chest. Like someone was squeezing my heart. "I do not want to talk about it." I spat.

"Well we have--"

"Can it, Dean." I shot him a glare in the mirror. At this moment I felt like I would jump in the front seat and strangle sam. Why the Hell would he say anything to Dean? I just wanted to forget about the whole demon blood thing and have a normal life. Well that was impossible.

Since there ain't no rest for the wicked.

The impala purred loudly as she jutted forward, all that I could do was sigh in response.

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I finally updated, woohoo! I'm sorry I haven't. I've been on writers block for so long. I'm sorry if you think this chapter is bleh. I promise the next will be better. Thank you for all the votes! :D