Hunt 4 {part 2}

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/////Dean's POV/////

I heard devin screaming from upstairs. I rushed up to her room, almost shoveing sam into the wall. My stomach cramped and screamed at me. I ran into the little bedroom, max rushing behind me. Devin was pinned to the floor, Claire sitting on her chest with her hands wrapped around devin's throat. Devin looked up at us and tried to speak but she couldn't.

"Get off my daughter" i yelled grabbing Claire and pulling her off, causing her to smash into the dresser.  Devin rolled onto her side and started a coughing fit. Max rushed over and rubbed her back.

By this time sam and Brent had rushed up, standing in the door way.

"He was mine and you stole him" screamed Claire, jumping back to her feet. Her eyes flickered black, as she starred at me.

"Claire?" Max said, still holding onto devin.

"I could of loved you, and you could of loved me! Now she's going to die. I'm going to promise that" Claire snarled. She stepped towards devin, until a knife flew threw the air, landing in Claire chest. She stood there for a moment, stunned. She slowly looked up.

"Brent?" She asked, before falling on the floor, a light coming from the wound. It dimmed and everything got quiet. All you could hear was devin's harsh breathing. We all stared at Brent.  His face was cold, but only for a second. He ran over to devin, picking her up.

"You ok?" He asked. She nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You?" She asked back, just as concerned.  He looked at what used to be his friend.

"She was a demon the whole time. I'm over her" he said, and with that he walked out. I sighed. Poor kid.

**2 hours later**

Devin sat on the couch beside Brent. He was makeing her laugh while they searched for a case.

"Guys we found one. Somethings killed about 12 young boys my age. James can't come to this one" Devin said, while Brent pulled her back in makeing her laugh even harder. Max eyed them, makeing sure all was ok. Sam tapped my shoulder.

"Dean we need to talk to max about him and devin. She's just a baby. Shell get hurt soul mate or not" Sam said softly. I nodded sadly. It was the best thing to do. For max too. We can't let either get hurt. I just, can't let it happen to devin. Not again. I tapped on maxs shoulder and got him to follow me out to the porch. I shut the door quietly so they wouldn't hear, and I turned to max.

"Max, lately you have almost become a son to me. I can't let you and devin get hurt" He looked up at me, a confused glance hit his bright blue eyes. "You and devin can't work together. Well, at least not right now. Maybe when your older" i said quietly, almost a whisper. His eyes sharpened and narrowed.

"Dean, It's not my mission to hurt her! So stop acting like that's my goal. I know your trying to protect her. But your doing it wrong!" he yelled back. I felt the stern look on my face.

"Listen here, you are no longer aloud to see.my daughter, you hear?" I said sternly, pushing him back into the porch wall and holding him there for a few seconds, before letting him go. He was taken aback for a moment and slowly walked back in.

I felt my blood pump through my veins, but it quickly became fear.

"Did I just push max" my head wrapped around trying to calm myself. I just pushed him like his mom. Literally.

//////maxs pov//////

"Did dean just do that?" I asked myself walking into the liveing room. I rubbed my shoulders. I felt a slight bruise start to form. Sam, Brent and devin Were waiting for us, our bags in there hand. Devin came over and hugged me but I didn't hug back. In fact I pulled away to soon. She looked up at me. It hurt not being able to hug her but dean said it. I can't. Dean, he might hurt me. Or her. I never thought he would be the one to do it, but sure enough he was acting like my mother. I picked up our bags, bringing them outside to the trunk, Dean whatching me the entire time, throughing me a sorry glance. I quicky looked at the ground before closeing the trunk.We all polled In, waving our goodbyes to bobby and james, who stood on the rusty old porch. We drove off into the dark.

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