Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Ain't it FUN?

Song for the chapter: Ain't it Fun by Paramore.

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A knock at my door made me stop my concentration. I sighed, standing and going to the peephole. Somebody had their back turned. I silently grabbed my gun, and turned the safety off. I held it against the wood of the door. Unlocking it, I kept the gun there.

The person heard the door opened, and turned. In all of his Six foot One frame, I widened my eyes.

"Dean?" I asked.

His green eyes bore into mine. All of the sudden, the warmth on my lips was a hundred times hotter. Dean's mouth was on mine, and I couldn't move away... I didn't want to.I dropped my gun adn wrapped my arms behind his neck. The kiss got deeper, and I couldn't stop.

When we finally did pull back, Dean had his hands around my waist, and my arms were around his neck.

"I- I love you, Elizabeth." Dean said, pulling me closer.

I smiled, "Dean... I-I-I don't know what to say."

Dean pulled away a little, and had traces of hurt on his face. I didn't know what to say. Did I say I love him too? The silence was killing both of us. Instead of saying anything, and before he could walk away, I picked up my gun, and pulled him inside the motel room. Placing the gun back on the side table, and heard Dean sit down. I sighed, how do I explain the shit covering over my wrist? Do I just hide it in my sleeve?

I sat next to Dean, and placed my hand on his thigh, "I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to-"

Dean's head hung, but then snapped up to my eyes. He grabbed my hand, "What the fuck is this?"

I looked away, and pulled my hand away. Now I actually have to explain it, "Uh... I don't know how to explain it. The demon bitch who killed Coraline... She's alive."

"But we-"

"Exorcised her. I know. That's not what kills her. This..." I held out my hand, "is a curse. She put it on me. After I met with Jace, something must have activated it. I don't know how, but it did. I have a few weeks until I become a monster."

Dean looked at my hand, "What's the curse?"

I told him about the Rumplestiltskin tale. Then told him how I could get past it with ripping her heart out with a dagger, and crush it...

"You will not be able to do that." He scoffed, making a weak joke.

I glared at him, "Thanks, Dean. So nice. All I need is for her to be distracted... Or severely hurt... And I stab the knife into her chest, pop out the heart, and crush it. I mean I would have to go through a sternum, but they aren't that hard to break."

"How would you know?"

I smirked, "You'd be surprised how small the pounds of pressure weight is."

Dean rolled his eyes, "You know, I could help you with this."

Isighed, "Dean... I don't want you getting hurt." I can't let you get hurt. "I can do this by myself... With Leon." I can't do this by myself.... Or with Leon. "I'm okay." I'm terrified.

Dean shook his head, "Is that why you won't answer to what I said in the beginning?"

"Dean, that has nothing to do with what's going on." I sassed, "Leon has nothing to do with this."

Dean stood up, and stood by the door, "You're with him, huh? Could've just told me that before."

Before I could yell that there was nothing going on, Dean slammed the door, and I was left on the bed. I didn't do anything, but deflate, and lay on the bed. I did like Dean, but he thought... Eew. Leon and I. No. God no.