Guardian Angel

Chapter 6

I could hear the wolves howling in the distance; their predatory snarls punctuated the beautiful music. Looking about I realised I'm in a forest; where the light could not penetrate the thick foliage above which left a never-ending dimness at every turn I took. The breath of death billowed down my back which sent Goosebumps flowing across my skin; however, the predator was not visible to my weary eyes.

"Dean, Sam?" I called out but my voice mockingly bounced back at me, my echo distorted like a banshee in the night,

De...e...an, Sa....m; di.... e, di.... e, di.... e.

Soon I ran through the forest tripping over branches and fought my way through cages of vines and foliage, the voices still behind me mocked my every move.

Run, run...RUN, followed by cackling like a hyena.

Suddenly I pitched forward into a dark hole as something pushed me from behind and screamed, my nails clawed at invisible hands that held me down.

"Lara Wake up!" I could still hear the screams in my head and realised it was me curled up in a ball on the floor, my hands against my ears as I screamed out. Hands touched my shoulders and shook me hard which made my teeth rattle in my mouth. A sharp slap on my cheek shocked me out of my fit,

"Ow." I looked up into the eyes of Dean, who gently rubbed my burning cheek, "What the fuck Dean?" I glared at my brother and pushed his hand away from my cheek,

"Sorry I didn't know how to stop you screaming; are you alright?" I glared at him and noticed Sam, Garth and Beth behind him; Beth's hands were wringing in worry.

"I'm fine...it was just a nightmare." Dean winced as he rubbed his arms which I saw were full of bleeding scratches.

"Yeah...next time you have a nightmare remind me not to grab you to stop you clawing at yourself; what the hell are your nails made off...titanium?" Wincing I touched one of the marks on his arm, pulling away as he hissed in pain. "Damn its Lara wear gloves to bed or something ok?" He got up and stormed out of the room,

"Ignore him Lara; he knows it's not your fault he is just being a jerk as you were screaming and fighting yourself, he didn't know what to do so just grabbed you." Sammy said as he knelt in front of me, a first aid kit and bottle of peroxide in his hand, "let me look at your arms."

I cringed as he pulled up the sleeves of my arm and saw the new scratch marks bisected the old scars that were on my wrists. He touched one of the old lines and looked at me, "when did you do this?"

I shrugged and turned away as he poured peroxide on a cotton ball and dabbed at the new marks. I didn't want to talk about my physical scars; the mental ones were enough to give him nightmares.

As he wrapped my wrists with a bandage, he gave me a questioning look, "any other ones you are happier talking about?" Shaking my head, I looked to the floor as shame flooded my eyes; if only he knew.

Of course, he would not have seen them in the cave with that demon as the shadows caused by the lights would've hidden them. And in the bathroom back at the motel he was more concerned in getting me wrapped up in a towel when Dean carried me out of there.

He touched my face to make me look up at him, "Lara honey we all have scars both mental and physical...it's nothing to be ashamed off."

He then got up and went in search of Dean so he could clean up his own war wounds. Shifting slightly, I felt Garth as he sat beside me. He placed a light hand on my knee.

"He is right y'know when I became a werewolf, I didn't know what to do and considered ending it permanently; Beth found me and showed me there was another way to live with the monster inside." I flinched and moved away from him,