Killing For Love

Chapter 20

Dean POV

Once my carpet is thoroughly soaked in Marcus's blood, I decide to cram his body into a cardboard box and drag it down the hall, down the stairs, and out to the parking lot.

I make my way over to Scott's van, which unsurprisingly, has no one around it.

By the time I scrape the box over to the back of the van, my arms are burning. Apparently Marcus is heavier than I thought, or it could be the lingering sedatives in my system that's making me not as strong as usual.

I open the van doors, and haul the extremely heavy box into the space.

Blood from Marcus's body must have seeped through the cardboard, because my hands and forearms are smeared with red.

I don't pay much attention to it though, I just get in the front seat and drive to the cornfield, which is now apparently my designated spot to bury the people I've murdered.
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Once Marcus's body is taken care of, I drive back to my apartment. I'm about to walk out of the car, when I check my phone and realize Megan's been spamming me.

"Shit. I should have texted her earlier." I realize guiltily.

I quickly text her back, telling her to meet at the park. I then turn the car back on, and drive towards my extremely worried girlfriend.
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I wait patiently in the park for Megan to show up. I'm a few minutes early, so I'm not expecting her to arrive right this very second.

"What the hell am I going to tell her when she asks about this whole situation? I obviously can't tell her the truth, so I'll have to make up a crazy elaborate story. Or I could make her forget about it...." I wonder, feeling a little worried and nervous.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something moving very fast towards me. I turn my body towards it, let my face break into a grin, and open my arms.

Megan throws herself at me, and I catch her, laughing a little. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me. I kiss her back, feeling all warm and tingly.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Megan gasps when the kiss breaks, and I realize she's crying.

"Hey," I say gently, putting her down and cupping her face in my hands. "I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever."

Megan smiles at me, and lets out a choked sob laugh.

I decide that the best thing to do right now is to hold her, and let her cry until she can't anymore. So that's what I do, I wrap my arms around her, and she buries her face in my hoodie. I can hear her muffled cries as I stroke her long, soft hair.

I'm feeling so many emotions right now. Relief that Megan's okay, anger at Marcus that he made her feel this way, guilt that I wasn't able to protect her better.

"This is partly my fault too. Okay, actually it's kind of all my fault. Fuck, I hate agreeing with Marcus, but he was right, I do regret making him mad. Although, he's dead now, so he's no longer a threat to Megan or I. There's other people that could be though. There's probably so many people that want to hurt Megan. I will not let them though. Nothing like this will EVER happen again. I will always protect Megan. She will never be in danger again. No one is allowed to touch her except me. She will be mine forever."
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Megan POV

After crying into Dean's hoodie for five minutes straight, I am able to finally look up at him with my tear stained face.

"Dean, what happened? Where did you go? Who were those people?" I demand, desperate for answers.

Dean sighs, then says. "It's a long story, but basically those people were friends of mine back at my old school. They were troublemakers, and I betrayed them in a few different ways. I went to talk to them in a quieter place, and everything's fine now."

I still look at him in a worried way. "But what if they come back? What if they try to hurt you again? What if-

Dean cuts me off with another kiss. When he releases me, he says. "Don't worry, they will never bother us again. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

I blush slightly, and look down at the ground.

"It was pretty cool seeing you slash that guy's face with a knife." I say, a little shyly.

"Oh, you saw that?" Dean asks, looking a little awkward.

"Yeah, but it was hot." I pause for a moment, then add hesitantly. "Can you....um, can you teach me how to fight?"

Dean looks down at me in surprise.

"You want me to teach you how to fight?" He asks, looking slightly skeptical.

"Yeah, for self defence and stuff. I only took that one guy down because I kicked him in the balls. I can't use that move every time though, I want to learn different stuff, even if it's just for fun." I plead, looking at my boyfriend with hopeful eyes.

"Well, you have to be strong." Dean says slowly.

"I can be strong." I say, crossing my arms.

"How about this, if you can take me down, I'll train you to fight. Deal?" He offers, crossing his arms too.

"Deal!" I agree, grinning.

"Alright, come at me." Dean says, opening his arms.

I immediately leap at him, trying to push him to the ground. He doesn't budge though, but he does grab my shoulders and pushes me down. My knees buckle, and I crash to the ground, but before Dean can get a hold on me, I roll out of the way. From my sudden movement, Dean staggers to the ground too, and I leap on his back, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his stomach. Dean then rolls to the side, and I have to jump off him before he rolls on top of me. Once his back is on the ground, and his front is exposed to me, I get on top of him again, and pin him to the ground by his shoulders. My legs are on either side of his waist, so I can kind of feel something that I don't really want to feel at the moment.

"Ha! Got you!" I cry triumphantly.

"Not quite." Dean chuckles, smirking at me.

He suddenly rears up, throwing me off balance. He grabs onto my shoulders, and flips me over, so my back is slammed to the ground. Once I'm laying flat, Dean grabs onto my wrists, and pins them to the ground. He's also sitting on me like how I was moments ago. I try to rear up, like how he did, but he's so much stronger and heavier than me that he doesn't budge in the slightest. I'm completely trapped.

Dean leans down and smirks at me. "I win." He says, then kisses me.

After a few minutes of kissing, Dean migrates his lips over to my neck and starts kissing down. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation, until he finally pulls back.

When I open my eyes to look into his, I see the lust quickly fading away, and being replaced by humour.

He grins at me, then says.

"Megan, I love you, but I think I should stick to the fighting."