The Angels & The Demons (Dean Winchester)

Chapter 6

Dean walked to the Impala. Just before taking a drink of the whiskey he pulled the bottle away from his lips. Slowly he lowered the bottle, soon tossing it to the ground. He shook his head clenching his eyes closed before looking up to the cloudy night sky.

"Please. I cant... I need some help. Please." He couldn't help but feel the tears roll down his face. Just when he thought he had Sam back something allowed that dark side crawl right back to him. Dean looked at the blue bracelet Bella had given him. Should he call her? Why bother, she wouldn't be able to stop all of this. Him feeling dead and unaffected inside. Help Sam from the drug of that damn blood. Opening the god damn door to hell letting out the king of them all to roam the earth.

"Dean?"

Dean turned around to the familiar voice. "Bella?"

He was glad to see her even if its been a few hours, but it had almost felt like weeks. He lifted his arms and fell into her arms. He rested his soaked cheek on her head feeling her warm palms burry in the back of his shirt.

He pulled back to look at her. "Did I call you?"

"No, you thought about me." She lied. She could hear his heart actually aching for something. Being the Greek Goddess of Love, she could feel the emptiness in his heart calling her.

"I don't know what to do. I don't know if God will answer me."

"No one should answer you but yourself. You ask yourself what your next step is and you go on about it."

Almost easier said then done. Like everyone else, she's heard about him and Sam but never heard anything from inside the tiny motel walls, the metaled 4 door car, the ancient wood walls of Bobby's.

"I can hear your thoughts Dean. I think you can do anything and everything if you just go ahead and do it. Shit is gonna hit the ceiling, its gonna burn down, people is gonna die but you cant sit around. There's a reason your doing it. A reason you and Sam are here. Cupid told you, its faith. And faith lead you here."

Maybe she was making better sense of it.

"I am." She fixed the collar of his shirt. "You take a good shot of that whisky, load that gun and take your ass on the road and hunt those motherfuckers down."

He couldn't help but laugh lightly before giving her a kiss. He could feel her tiptoe off the grown just a bit to catch the full amount of that feeling.

"You know how to call me." Bella dragged a finger down his chest before vanishing.

She was probably better then that whiskey he just wasted on the ground. A bit of hope was actually coming to his mind, no maybe his heart. Almost the same amount of hope when that djinn made me feel the warmth and love of his mother alive again.

Dean walked back into bobby's house. Eventually Sam would be back to normal and blow off this whole crap in no time.

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Kali pushed Sam across the room and grabbed Dean by the throat.