I sit in the back of the impala staring at the rundown house; trash litters the front yard. “Why do monsters always live in the most foul places?” Dean asks as we scope out the area. We all climb out of the impala and head to the trunk. We fill our guns with silver bullets and I slip a silver blade in my boot. We then creep through the grass to the side of the house the dark helping to conceal us from the werewolves. Dean turns to us, “Okay Kenz, you and Sam take the back while I go around front.” I nod and take a step towards the back before Dean pulls me into a quick embrace. “Be safe.”
“Always am.” I stand on my tip ties and give him a quick peek in the cheek.
Sam and I walk towards the back door; I put my ear against the door but it's silent. A pit forms in my stomach as Sam pushes the door open. We sneak through the kitchen to find it empty. The pit increases when the living room is also empty. Slam!
“Son of a bitch!” Panic takes over my body, “Dean!” I cry out as we run back around to the front. Two werewolves had ganged up on Dean as he lays limp on the porch. The bigger of the two lungs for me but I drop low barely avoiding his grip. I kick his feet out from under him but not before he grabbed a hold of my hair. I fall to my knees and drop my gun.
I brace myself before ripping free of his grip with a new wave of anger coursing through my veins. I pummel his face, “That's for Dean and that's for my hair.” I pull my knife out of my boot I go for the kill but not before his claws dig into my cheek. I feel the knife sink in and watch the life leave his eyes. I stand panting just in time to see Sam round house kick the other werewolf in the face. Dean stabs him from behind we all look at each other. Dean's forehead is cut open while Sam's looks to be shredded. I run to Dean and give him a heartfelt embrace. “Okay lovebirds can you hurry it up I'm kind of bleeding out.” We jump apart and help Sam to the Impala; lays down in the backseat. I scoot next to Dean and lay my head on his shoulder settling in for the long drive home.
Time Skip
Dean gently shakes my shoulder, “Sweetheart we're home.” I groan before crawling to Dean and I's room too tired to care about patching myself up. Fifthteen minutes later Dean crawls into bed pulling me to his chest.
I wake up to a searing pain in my cheek; I try my best not to wake Dean. I go to the bathroom and see it's caked in blood and infected. I tip toe to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of whiskey before sneaking back to the bathroom. I take a q-tip and dip in the whiskey before getting started on clean my cuts out. I have to shove my fist in my mouth to keep myself from wailing out in pain. I make a makeshift band-aid out gauze and duct tape.
Time Skip
Surprisingly I'm the first one up; I stumble my way into the kitchen and start the coffee machine. I turn on the gas and light it with Dean's lighter because the stove is so old it doesn't work right. Before long Sam wakes in rubbing his eyes with Dean not far behind. “Good morning boys “ I go back to cooking scrambled eggs and bacon. Two strong arms wrap around my waist I can't help but smile as he kisses my temple. “Look beautiful sweetheart.” My cheeks flush bright red, “we need to have a chat after breakfast mister.”
“Breakfast was fantastic Kenz.”
“Thanks Sam”, I drag Dean to the garage for a little more privacy. “Why didn't you call Sam and I for help yesterday?”
“I thought I could handle it myself and I didn't want to put you in danger.” I give him a bitch face, he brushes my hair behind my ear and push me against the impala. I can't help but smile as his eyes bore into mine with so much love and affection. All my worries melt away as he pulls me into a passionate kiss.
“I'm sorry I scared you, what can I do to make it up to you?” I stand pretending to think about it, “ can I drive?”
“Fine.” I'm buzzing with excitement at the thought of driving his baby. I slide behind the wheel of the most beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala I have ever seen. “Please don't hurt my baby Kenz.” I just smirk and his face is priceless as I pull out of the garage.
-Sky
