You Grew Up

Chapter 9

Recap on last chapter: Dean killed Edward, confessed his feelings for Bella(Izzy in this), Mary paid them a visit, and Dean, Sam, and Charlie find out that John Winchester just spent forty years in Hell.

Izzy

I woke up alone. The sun looked like it was just coming up. Or maybe it was setting. I had no clue what time it was. My bedroom door cracked open and Dean popped his head in.

"Hey." He smiles when he sees me.

"Hi." I say with a cracked voice.

My throat was dry and irritating.

"Thirsty?" He asks.

I nod not wanting to talk.

"Come out. I'll get you a glass of water and some Tylenol." He holds his hand out.

I take his hand and walk out to the kitchen. I heard the TV on low but couldn't hear what was playing. I didn't hear anyone in the house. Dean handed me a glass of water and the Tylenol he promised me. I took it and took a drink. My throat felt better and I smiled.

"Where's Sammy?" I ask once in the living room.

"He and your dad went to get my dad." Dean says.

"Why didn't you go with them?" I ask.

"'Fraid if I see him right now I would beat the living shit out of him." He tells me.

What did John do to piss Dean off? Besides call onto Mary. Which shocked me.

"What did he do besides the obvious?" I ask curious.

"He made a deal with a Crossroad Demon. The why is unknown." He growls.

A Crossroad Demon if I remember correctly is summoned by burying a picture of yourself or whoever is the summoner is, dirt from a graveyard, a black cat bone, and it had to be done at the center of a crossroad. I vaguely remember reading that the person who summoned the Demon had ten years to live after making the deal.

"Have you heard from them?" I ask kinda worried.

"No they left about two hours ago. Want to call?" He asks.

He handed me his phone and I dialed my dads cell number.

"Hi Dean."

"Not Dean dad. You guys okay?" I ask.

"Hey kiddo. Yeah we're fine just crossed over the Oregon border."

"Okay. Call when you get to Portland."

"Will do kiddo."

He hung up and I handed the phone back to Dean. He threw it into the recliner. He sat back and put his arm on the back of the couch. I leaned back on the other side of the couch.

"You know if you sit closer I won't bite." He says.

"Not sure about that Tiger." I smile.

"Hey now. I wouldn't bite you unless you asked." He smirks, grabbing my arm.

"Don't you dare Dean!" I yelped as I landed in his lap.

"Hm, I think I like having you on my lap." Dean kisses my neck.

His phone interrupts him and he growls. I went to get it from the recliner and seen that it was my dad.

"Hello." I smile.

"You're not Dean."

"I know. You're not my dad." I reply.

"No can I speak to Dean?"