RED

RED Part 7

Dean flung the last lamp off the dresser as he felt the hot rage running through him. His breathing was deep and quick as he looked around at the trashed room. Taking in a deep breath, he was slipping and he knew it. He glanced towards the closed bathroom door, knowing the best thing was for him to get out of this room before all the rage quickly turned towards you. He grabbed his jacket and slammed the door shut behind him. Revving up the engine of the red mustang, he sped off down the deserted road. As he drove, his arm was twitching, that rage still burning inside him, bubbling at the surface. When he had seen a little bar, he pulled into the parking lot, needing a drink, or maybe 4 to possible quiet it down, at least for a little longer. Walking inside, he saw that there was a little more people then he wanted to be around at this moment, but he sat down at the bar, ordering a drink anyways. After 5 drinks in, he couldn't sit still anymore. Tossing money onto the bar, he made his way out the door.. Just as he came outside, a tall man stood in his way, and just looked at him.

" Sorry buddy, I don't swing that way, but thanks. " Dean said, trying to make his way past the brown haired man, but he moved yet again in front of him.

When Dean looked at him and seen his eyes go black.

" Dean Winchester, I thought it would take me awhile to find you, guess I got lucky. " The man smirked.

" Lucky huh? " With the blink of an eye, his eyes went black, causing the man's smirk to disappear.

" You're a demon? "

" You're a little behind aren't you. " Dean smirked.

With a flash of rage, Dean swiftly pulled out his hidden angel blade and had taken out the demon in his way. Getting to his feet, he put his foot on the man's chest, reaching down and pulling the Angel blade from his chest with one quick motion. He looked down at the bloody corpse and felt a wave of calmness come over him as he let out a breath. Wiping the blood from the blade on his jeans, he got into his car and squealed onto the road, leaving a trail of dust behind him. He drove around until the sun started to rise, making his way back to the motel room. Looking around at the room, he instantly thought of you. The fear in your eyes when he put his hands on you at the bar, the way you jumped when he exploded and started throwing things around the room.

"Y/N" he called out, but there was no answer.

Shit, you must have escaped. He wanted to be angry as he reached for the bathroom door, but the thought of you escaping this life, this hell, well that was a strange feeling of relief. He opened the bathroom door, only to find you asleep laying your head against the dingy tub. He picked you up slowly, trying not to wake you, laying you down on the bed where you snuggled your head deep into the pillow. Letting out a sigh, he stepped into the bathroom, stripped off his blood splattered clothing and took a long hot shower. Feeling the warmth and the calm take over him.

Towel drying his hair, he stepped back into the dimly lit room. His eyes drifted to you, sleeping soundly in the bed. He tossed the towel onto the other bed, then without waking you up, he laid down next to you. His eyes wondering you face, memorizing every inch of it. The feeling of regret washed over him. He knew you would probably never see him the same again after last night. Hell, after the couple weeks

Feeling a warm hand brush across your face, woke you from your dead sleep. When your eyes met with Dean's, you instantly pushed away from him and sat up as far away from him as possible without falling off the bed. Dean saw the fear in your eyes, and let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke.

" Look, I shouldn't have lost it like that last night...They are definitely gonna charge me out the ass for trashing the room. " He joked, trying to relieve some of the tension between you two, but when the fear in your eyes didn't fade even in the slightest, he knew it was going to take more than a joke to make this better.