Killing For Love

Chapter 41

Megan POV

      I gasp in surprise as I see a silhouette of a person at Dean's window. I can't see any physical appearances, because it's too dark out, but I can tell it's staring at us.

     I then hear a strange slashing sound from behind me, and I whirl around to see another figure walking up to my window.

     I look out the front windshield, and see two other people emerging from the forest.

     "Dean. Drive." I order, looking over at my boyfriend, who is rummaging through the middle compartment of the front seats of the car.

     "I can't, they slashed the tires." Dean says in an eerily calm voice, not looking up from what he is doing.

     A moment later he makes a triumphant noise, and pulls out a gun from the compartment.

     "Where the hell did you get a gun from?" I demand, looking alarmed.

     "I didn't just sell things on the black market, Megan." He says, smirking at me. His face then turns serious, as he says. "I need you to stay here. There's a good chance these guys are dangerous, and I do not want you to be caught up in the middle of it."

     "What?! No way! I'm not letting you go out there by yourself. I want to help!" I declare, scowling at Dean.

     I hate being the useless princess that always needs to be saved. I want to do the saving.

     "The best way you can help me right now, is staying put." Dean says slowly, glancing around at the four people surrounding us.

     "But-" I start, but Dean cuts me off.

     "You need to listen to me, Megan. I can't lose you. You are going to stay here. You are not going to get involved. And you are not going to leave the car, no matter what. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Do you understand?" He says, a hint of that old anger glinting in his eyes.

     "Okay, fine. But shouldn't I at least call the police?" I ask, trying not to cry.

     "No. If the police find out who I am, they will arrest me, and I'll probably be in jail for the rest of my life." Dean says bluntly. "I need to take these guys down by myself. I'm a murderer, I can handle it."

     Before I can protest any further, Dean kisses me passionately, then turns around and practically throws himself out the door.

     He moves so fast that within seconds, he's got out of the car, closed the door and locked it and has already shot the guy at his window in the head.

     The three others are coming at him all at the same time, and I'm not sure he will be able to take on all three of them at once.

     I have to do something, I can't just sit here and be a good little obedient girlfriend.

     Dean might be the one getting murdered this time if I don't do something RIGHT NOW.

     I stare at my boyfriend, who has just punched one attacker in the face, while whirling on another one to shoot him in the stomach. The third guy suddenly grabs Dean's gun, and is trying to wrestle it out of his grasp. Dean then yanks his knife out of his pocket, and stabs the guy in the chest.

     At that same moment, the guy Dean punched is now standing right behind him, and is pulling out his own gun.

     "No! I can't lose Dean!" I think frantically.

     That's when I have the brilliant idea to roll down the window and lob something hard at Dean's attacker.

     I jab my finger down on the window roller button thing (which is moving down agonizingly slow), then reach for the middle console that separates Dean's seat from mine. I grab onto the first thing I touch, which happens to be an apple (why Dean the psychotic serial killer has an innocent snack, like an apple, in his car I do not know).

     "DEAN!" I shriek, causing him to turn away from his next victim.

     I then chuck the fruit as hard as I can at the guy, who has the gun aimed at the back of Dean's head.

     Just as he is about to pull the trigger, the apple clocks him in the side of his head. He stumbles back, looking shaken and confused, but not knocked out.

     Still, that's enough time for Dean to whirl on him, and shoot him in the middle of his forehead.

     My boyfriend then examines each body, to make sure they're all dead. Once he's satisfied, he climbs back into the car.

     "I told you to stay out of it!" He snaps, glaring at me.

     I'm surprised by his sudden flare of anger, but I do understand why he's mad.

     "I had to get involved. You were about to be shot in the head, Dean!" I cry, feeling tears build up in my eyes.

     Surprise flashes in his eyes, then realization and finally sympathy.

     "That guy behind me was about to kill me, and your choice of weapon was an apple?" He asks, an amused smirk taking over his face.

     "Yeah, well I didn't exactly have the time to weld something better." I snap, crossing my arms.

     Dean sighs, then says quietly. "Thank you for saving me, but you also put yourself in danger."

     "You're the one who's a danger magnet." I point out sharply.

     "I know." Dean nearly whispers, looking away.

     "Hey, how about this." I say gently, placing my hand on the side of his face and guiding it back over to me. "Stop getting into dangerous situations, and I'll stop being impulsive. Deal?"

     Dean gives me a small smile, then says.

     "Deal."