She was whimpering, shaking and crying, almost on the verge of sobbing. She looked down as the white sink was being coloured red as the blood on her hands and the kitchen knife was being washed off by the water.
"Wednesday," he spoke softly as he helped her clean off the blood.
"Dean," she whispered and looked up at him with tears streaming down her face. "Is he dead?"
"Yes, baby, he's dead," he said.
That announcement made her let out a loud gasp followed by even more tears.
"Wednesday, look at me," Dean said firmly. "It wasn't your fault."
"I killed a man," she couldn't stop shaking.
"It wasn't your fault," he placed both his hands on her cheeks and looked her in the eyes. "Say it with me. It wasn't my fault."
"It wasn't my fault," she said lowly.
"Again," he said.
"It wasn't my fault," she repeated.
"Louder. Make me believe you," he said.
"It wasn't my fault," she managed to raise her voice to a normal volume.
"That's right, baby, it wasn't your fault. It was him or me and you saved me. I love you, baby," he said.
He pulled her close and kissed her. Not a passionate kiss, just a kiss with closed lips, but it was the only way he could think of that would might help her calm down a bit. Who was he kidding? Here they were, her 18 years old and he 19 years old, and she just killed a man for him. It didn't matter that he would have been the dead one if it hadn't been for her. She was now a murderer and he wasn't sure she would be able to live like that.
"Come on," he said and started walking out of the bathroom, covering her eyes as they were forced to walk through the livingroom again where the body was. "Don't look."
He walked her to the front door and opened it.
"Dean?" She asked.
"Go home, baby. Say nothing. I'll take care of this," he said.
"What are you gonna do?" She asked.
"I'll take care of this somehow. Trust me," he said.
He pulled her in for another kiss, somehow he knew it would be the last one, and then he gave her a little push to make her start walking. She looked back at him scared several times while she made her way out of the driveway and out of his sight.
He closed the door and walked back into the livingroom where he just stared at the dead man on the floor. A 25 year old drugdealer who had been trying to recruit him to sell for him. He had almost said yes and he probably would have if Wednesday hadn't caught on somehow. She always seemed to do that, catch on no matter what, stopping him from whatever stupid decision he was about to make.
However, the dead man on the floor hadn't been ready to let Dean leave again and without warning he had jumped him with a pocket knife in his hand, trying to slice his throat. A brawl had been going on, she had been screaming horrifically, a sound that undoubtedly would haunt him from now on. Just when he thought he was about to die, the man on top of him had collapsed down on him, blood running from his side out on the floor and down on him. He had pushed the body off and looked up at her, seeing her standing there with a kitchen knife in her hand and tears already running down her face.
"Fuck!" He growled out loudly.
He walked back to the bathroom and washed the kitchen knife again before wiping it in a towel. Her prints couldn't be anywhere on it. He hoped he had done a good enough job as he walked back into the livingroom. He had to keep her safe. She deserved a good life. She had the world open to her while no one would miss him. It was better this way. He took a deep breath and pushed the knife back into the side of the body.
"Wednesday!" Her sister stormed into her room early in the morning. "It's Dean! They're taking him!"
Not understanding what was going on other than something bad was going down, she jumped out of the bed and followed her sister outside. There was an ambulance and two police cars on their street and suddenly two cops came walking with Dean in handcuffs.
"No!" She screamed and ran to them.
She threw her arms around his neck but was quickly pulled away by two other officers.
"No! You can't take him!" She screamed.
"Wednesday, it's alright! I took care of it!" Dean yelled at her. "I'm coming back for you, baby! I promise! One day I'm coming back for you!"