FROM THE GRAVE ；DEAN WINCHESTER¹

CHAPTER FOUR

𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖎𝖓

In the early morning, Sam and Samuel pack up their supplies. Dean enters from the bathroom.

Sam greets him. "Hi. So, what'd you see?"

"What?"

"In the nest. What'd you see?"

Dean pauses. "Uhm...well, I'm still trying to work through it, but, uh...I'm pretty sure they're not figuring anything out on their own. They're getting their orders from the top...where to go next, everything."

"Top, as in...?" interjects Samuel.

"The Alpha," I answered from the doorway. They all turn to face me, and I step forward, wearing the same leather jacket from last night. But instead of my bloodstained white t-shirt, I wore a bright red tube top, complete with jeans and the same black boots. Dean obviously appreciates what's in front of him and I roll my eyes.

"Eyes up here, Dean." I smirk as I continue. "He sends psychic messages to all the vampires, giving orders."

"Saying what?" asks Sam.

"I cut my ties from the link long ago but he still managed to send me a message. It's a recruitment. He's trying to build a fucking army."

Samuel scoffs. "Well, that's comforting."

"That's not the worst." Dean shoves the last remaining article of clothing into his duffel bag.

"Then what is?"

Dean and I both exchange a knowing glance before looking back at the hunters. "We don't scare them anymore."

✧ ✧ ✧

Dean is standing next to the Impala's open trunk, his cell phone pressed against his ear. I watch from a distance as he drops his head, putting his cellphone in his pocket with a sad look on his face. He slams the trunk of the car shut.

"How'd it go with Lisa?" I overheard Sam ask.

I hear Dean scoff. "It didn't."

I can tell that his brother is trying to fake a sympathetic expression. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah. At least, uh...you got my back. No matter what happens, I can always count on you, right, Sammy?"

Sam paused before answering. "Yeah. Of course, Dean."

I took one final drag from my cigarette before tossing it to the side, snuffing out the embers with my boot. I smile. "Mind giving me a lift?"

Unbeknownst to them, I wanted to get used to Dean's scent so I could be around him. I didn't know why I wanted to be around him, but I felt like I was inclined to. Especially since I saved his life.

Dean grinned. "I don't see why not."

Sam pulls his older brother to the side, away from me. I roll my eyes.

Dean slaps his hand away, rubbing his arm. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" I overheard Sam ask. I assume he'd forgotten about my heightened sense of hearing as he chastised his older brother.

"I don't see why not. She could be useful."

He crosses his arms over his chest. "She's a vampire! She's just like the rest of them. You're just being nice because you want to sleep with her."

He scoffs. "No, you're wrong." Dean presses his mouth in a hard line. "She helped me, Sammy. Isn't this enough to thank her?"

He's silent. Dean takes that as approval and steps closer to me. I give him a coy smirk, and made eye contact with him.

"Get in, Francie."

I walk over to the car, about to get in the backseat before Dean stops me. "You're riding shotgun with me. Sammy, you get in the back." He glances over at his younger brother.

Sam only huffs before climbing into the backseat, slamming the door shut.

I slink into the front seat, admiring the sleek leather interior. I ran my tattooed hand across the dashboard. Dean's car was something I had always dreamed of owning.

What makes me love it even more is when Dean turns the key in the ignition, the sound of Aerosmith immediately blasts over the radio. Dean had a great taste in music. Maybe I could show him some of my favorite songs someday.

"Wow," I mumbled under my breath, still taken aback by the sultry purring of the engine. "You have an awesome car."

"You like?" Dean asks with a proud smile. It was clear to me that he considered this car to be his pride and joy.

"I love."

Dean exchanges a glance with his brother. "Let's go. We got work to do."

We start to drive off, kicking up gravel in Dean's haste. I laugh, buckling my seatbelt as I eye Sam giving him a look of disapproval in the rearview mirror.

Being closer to him now, I could smell the intoxicating scent of the blood that pulsed through his veins. Before he was cured of vampirism, his blood wasn't tempting due to it being mixed with vampire blood. But now, it was overpowering. The flames at the back of my throat scorched my insides, and it took all of my willpower to breathe steadily. My jaw began to tremor as my mouth slowly opened without my control. I wanted to tear his throat open, rip his body to shreds, pull his heart out of his chest cavity and feed on the blood inside. I wanted splatter the inside of the Impala with his blood, all the while smiling...

I snapped my jaw shut, clenching it tight and staring out the window as I forced those images out of my mind. I sit back in my seat and stared at the blurring trees as we roared past them.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I muttered.