Killing For Love

Chapter 39

Megan POV

     It hasn't even been a day yet, and my phone is constantly going off.

     Dean has been spamming me for the past hour, practically begging me to answer him.

     I'm half tempted to text him back, just to let him regain some of his dignity, but I'm trying to avoid him as much as possible. At least, until I figure everything out.

     Ever since that dream I had last night, I've been second guessing the whole 'my boyfriend is a homicidal psychopath who may actually kill me one day' thing.

     I mean, he's killed his past three girlfriends! What's stopping him from killing me?

     If I die, then he kills himself, he and I would be together for all eternity.

     I would never be able to escape him after that....

     I'm dragged out of my thoughts as the doorbell starts spamming me instead of my phone.

     I can guess who that is.

     I make my way downstairs, to see the figure of Dean at my front door.

     The moment I let him in, he immediately envelops me in his arms.

     "Holy shit, Megan. You scared the hell out of me. Why did you do that?! Why didn't you answer your phone?!" He demands, stroking my hair.

     "I was....busy." I say, and even to my own ears that sounds like a lie and a half.

     Dean pulls back, and looks at me dubiously.

     "Have I ever told you that you are a terrible liar?" He asks, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at me.

     "You're not too great at it either, Mr. I'm-going-to-hide-the-fact-that-I'm-a-murderer-until-you-find-out-then-probably-kill-you-afterwards." I point out, mimicking his actions.

     "That's why you've been ignoring me? Is that you're afraid that I'm going to kill you?" Dean asks, looking genuinely hurt, which makes me feel guilty.

     "You killed three of your past girlfriends, Dean. What's stopping me from becoming number four?" I ask.

     Dean frowns, and steps closer to me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and leans his head down so we're eye level with each other.

     "The only reason why I killed my past girlfriends, was because they cheated on me. As long as you don't do that, I will protect you forever. I will never kill you, I promise." He says quietly.

     Without thinking (which I really wish I was), I blurt out. "You do realize that if you kill me, then kill yourself, we would be together for all eternity, right?"

     For a second, Dean looks thoughtful (which makes me nervous), but he quickly covers that look up, and shakes his head.

     "No. I can't bring myself to do that. I want us to be together in the mortal realm, at least for now, that is." He says, smirking, until he sees my nervous expression.

     Dean pulls me into another hug, and rests his chin on the top of my head.

     "Please don't be afraid of me." He says quietly.

     I can't help but laugh slightly. "I thought you wanted me to be scared of you."

     Dean sighs, then says. "Yes, I wanted you to be scared of me, because I was so afraid that you were going to betray me. Now I realize that truth and honesty builds trust, not fear."

     "You know, you should definitely consider a future career in motivational speaking for psychotic boyfriends." I joke, which causes Dean to laugh.

     We pull back, and I give Dean a reassuring look.

     "I'll try not to be scared of you. It's just that.... I had a dream last night that you killed me, and that just traumatized me a little." I say, looking at the ground and trying not to cry.

     "That was just a dream, it wasn't real life. I will never kill you Megan." Dean says slowly, cupping my face in his hands and lifting my head up to meet his eyes again.

     "Okay." I say softly, smiling slightly.

     He kisses me and I kiss him back, feeling a little better about our relationship.

     When Dean pulls back, he's grinning at me.

     "Also, I have something to show you. Come with me." He says excitedly.

     He grabs my hand and practically drags me out the door.

     Outside, parked at the curb, is a brand new car.

     It's black and low to the ground, basically a sports car....I think.

     I know very little about cars, not that I really care.

     As long as the car has a steering wheel, tires and an engine, I'm good to go.

     Basically, I don't give a shit about Ferrari's, or Lamborghini's or any other fancy, extremely expensive, sports cars.

     That's when it finally clicks.

     "How the hell did you afford that thing? Or did you steal it?" I ask my boyfriend, giving him a skeptical look.

     "No actually, I followed the law for once. I managed to scrape together enough money to buy this beauty." Dean says proudly, gazing at the car fondly.

     I feel a prick of jealousy inside me, which is stupid, because it's a car. It's not like I'm competing against another girl for Dean's attention.

     "How did you get enough money?" I ask curiously.

     That's when Dean's face turns guilty, and I know immediately that he did something illegal to get that money.

     "I kinda sold all the drugs from Scott's van on the dark web. I got a lot off of it though. Over a million dollars in fact." He says, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

     Okay, that is kind of impressive.

     "Oh, Dean." I sigh, shaking my head, but grinning at the same time.

     He smirks at me, then asks.

     "So, you wanna go for a ride?"