Is Magic Girl in Love? [DEAN WINCHESTER STORY]

Well, that backfired

Chapter 7

Have you ever wondered what your life would be if you didn't meet someone? I thought about this when meeting Dean. And my answer is- better. My life would be so much better without him nagging my every move and decision. It's hard enough trying to hide my blood and that shit. And Dean isn't helping. He's making me sound like a child. I'm trying to tell them my plan but he keeps questioning me. 

"That's stupid, you have to actually test the person if they're a vamp or not. You can't just assume that any guy who wants to take you home is a monster." Dean didn't like yet another part of my plan. He's pacing around the motel room, trying to take me down. He doesn't like working with me anymore then I do. 

"And why's that Dean?" I control my breathing, just being around him get's me worked up.

"Cause you're attractive," He motions to my body. "And your plan is just stupid."

After Dad left, Dean and I got out the last fighting words towards each other, and we began to talk about my plan. And honestly, I don't think that is going to be the last hateful words, it's just too hard not to. Sam and I drove back to the restaurant to get my car to cool off, it was awkward and uncomfortable. He tried to make small talk but I gave short snippy answers until he dropped me off. When I started my car I was thinking I should just leave. It would be so easy, but the cons of leaving are too great. Like Dad hating me, leaving my stuff, and more girls could die. So I drove back to the rusty wooded motel.  

"Fine. what would the great god Dean say I would do?" I acted as though I admired him. Keyword acted

"Well just sneak some dead man's blood in his drink," Dean is so arrogant. He's just trying to find a flaw in the job.

"And have a guy burn alive in public. Plus that wouldn't help us actually finding the nest Dean." Sam backed me up, I can tell he knows Dean is just being a jerk.

"Ok fine that won't work, what about the sunlight? Just take him outside, if he refuses you'll know then." Dean is trying to find any way to fight me. I thought Winchesters were supposed to be smart.

"First off, the vamp couldn't have gotten to the bar if the sun was out, secondly what would be our second step to getting me to the nest and lastly the bar isn't open with the sun out." I listed off the reasons with my fingers in front of his face to rub it in. 

"Seriously Dean. What is up with you?" Sam's face was scrunched and his eyes were squinting. It was actually kinda funny to look at. 

"Nothing!" Dean yelled. 

I'm still a bit jumpy around the boys, again my 'trust issuses' or whatever. But can you blame me! I shot my own parents and lived on my own for years, you try that and come out perfectly normal. Plus, my blood. But that's just cause I try to hide that fact that I'm a monster. My dad knows about it and that's it.

"It's just, I don't like this plan. It's too sketchy." Dean was pacing around the room, he had a thinking face.

"Of course you don't like this plan, it's my plan. You don't like anything that I have ever breathed on." I didn't raise my voice or use an angry tone, just sarcasm.

"If I throw a stick will you leave?" Oh bummer, the classic, however, will I recover from this one.

I go through a step by step strategy to bring the Winchester down. First I give a slight chuckle, to confuse him. Second, I stare the, 'really?' look to make him feel stupid for what he did. Then lastly while he's down, throw the punch, "I would say something rude, but it's pointless. Sam and I would have to wait the entire day for you to figure it out, ass."