…Chapter Two…
The End of You and Me
"TK!" I called, splashing around in the water. I felt a tug on my ankle. "Asshole," I murmured. I already knew it was TK. It was pretty obvious. I kicked his foot away but he didn't come up to the surface.
"TK!" I yelled. The water was too dark to see any sign of anybody. "This isn't funny," I felt something slimy grab my foot and pull me under. I shrieked as I slipped under the water's thin surface. My air had vanished and all I could see was the water. I was going to drown. I kicked at the things foot. It couldn't be TK because whatever got him was about to get me. I snapped my eyes shut. I cluntched my left hand into a fist. I prayed that the engagement ring didn't slip off of my finger.
Before I could loose all sense of conscienceness, I felt someone else grab me around my shoulders. I was saved. I kept my eyes closed until I could breathe again. I tried to look at my saviors face but was too water-logged. I had to close my eyes again.
Turns out Dean was my savior. Lucky me. I walked to the end of the dock, Dean hot on my tail. "He pushed me in riiiiight there." I said pointing to the exact location had been just a mere thirty minutes before. I spun my engagement ring around on my finger. I had gone home and changed but I still felt as cold as ice, possibly even colder.
"So what are you thinking?" I asked. Dean always had a plan or at least an idea. Most of the time anyways. I had a feeling that something demon-evil was involved but I didn't want to admit that. I did not want to be sucked back into that world again. It was the last thing I had ever wanted. I had always wanted to be normal but my father took that away from me. "Could by some weird chance something supernatural is after me?"
"You came up with that one all on your own." Dean said. It made sense and I hated that it did. TK was on the swim team in high school…so there was no way he could have drowned and something was definitely pulling me under. It was a possibly, a definite one, even if I didn't want it to be. Sam walked up to us.
"I hate this," I muttered under my breath. "I'm not going to come hutning with you guys, just to let you know," I said louder so they could here. Sam and Dean both looked at me.
"It's in your blood, Tess, you can't just run away from this." Sam commented. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away from them. Shows what they know. I can and will get away from this. "you can't just stop being a hunter,"
"I just hate it all." I growled back. I stopped walking and turned around to face them. They were only a few steps behind me.
"We need you." Dean's pushing his luck far too much. He walked over beside me and grazed my arm with his finger tips. He was not doing this again! He couldn't, I won't let him. I kept my eyes glaring into his. Dean Winchester is not going to seduce me, I wouldn't let him. He can't get whatever he wants. He's not going to seduce me just to get in close enough to sleep with my best friend just hours after I tell him I love him. And I certainly wasn't going to fall for it again.
"I don't care. I'm done with hunting," I snapped. I walked back to my house and ran to Ian's room. I completely ignored them as they called for me. I locked my door. Two seconds later, the boys were knocking on my door or at least one of them was. I heard knocking at my window. I let out a dreaded moan worried about who was at my window. My room didn't have a lock so I was stuck running into Ian's spare room. The worst part about his room was that it was on the first floor and the window's blind were opened so when I turned around I was face to face with Dean. With my hazel eyes, I glared daggers at him.
"What are you doing! I could have been changing!" I snapped as I opened the window. Dean stuck his head in because he couldn't fit through it too easily.
"That's exactly why I did it." He smirked. I grabbed the nearest object to me, which happened to be a book, and threw it at his head.
"Perv!" I shrieked. He used his arm to block the book and it fell limply to the ground.
"What? It's not like I haven't seen it before." Dean defended. He did not just say that. I had completely ignored Sam's knocking. After all we've been through…how can he say that? Dean's face suddenly broke into a look of realization. I closed the blinds before he could see me fully break.
"Get out!" I grunt sternly. "Now and tell Sam to quit knocking…it's giving me a headache."
I ignored all sight or talk of Dean Winchester for the rest of the day. I couldn't look at him. What kind of jackass says something like that? Sure it was the truth, but he didn't need to rub in the fact that we were together and had broken up. He was such a jerk. The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancakes, with chocolate chips.
"What are you doing?" I yawned sliding into one of the counter stools. Someone was hovering over the stove, but I was too tired to pay real attention and see who they actually were.
"Just like that old days, huh, Tessi." I knew that voice. "Whenever the ur dads would go on a hunting trip we would make these, don't cha remember?" I rubbed my eyes.
"Don't call me that," I mumbled. That was his nickname; he attached it to me the moment we first kissed. I perked my head up more assertive to my surroundings now. Sam was the one hovering over the stove, taken back, I let put a relieved sigh. It wasn't Dean, like I had thought. Me and Sam had always been friends and the more and more Dean called me Tessi. Sam eventually caught on to calling me it.
"Thank Gawd, I though you were Dean." I comment. To see Sam over a stove is a funny site. I didn't even know that he would cook. Was this his way of buttering me up so I would apologize to Dean? If there was one thing I knew about Dean Winchester it was that he did not apologize easily or often. "But, please don't call me 'Tessi', its Tessa or Tess."
"Alright, Tess." Sam said. I sat up and placed my hands in my lap. It was interrogation time. I wanted to know what they were doing here. They never just showed up without a valid reason.
"Why are you and Dean really here? I know it's not to help me or TK, 'cause everybody hates him. Wait, why do—didi you guys hate TK so much?" I had to remember that he was gone now. TK was dead and I was never going to ever see him…again. Suddenly, I didn't feel so hungry. Sam stopped and turned his gaze to me. He ruffled his hand through his messy brown hair before replying.
"Uhhhh. . .we really really need your help, we think that your dad could still be alive," Sam replied. I knew for a fact that that was bull. My dad died when I was seven in a hunting accident, no one ever told me how, but all I know is he is dead. That's why we had grown so close to the Winchesters. John had taken us in as if we were his own kids. "And, as for the TK subject, your like our little sister, it's our job to hate your boyfriend." I give him a weak smile.
"Sam, my dad's been dead for eighteen years." I said.
"Yeah, I know, but we have some evidence that he really didn't die."
"Then what really happened to him?" I asked. My dad had never been a sore subject for me. I had never really gotten to get to know him like most kids do because he was always away. I was never close to him. His 'death' was still sad but it didn't effect me as much as it could have. I missed him and everything but mostly I was mad at him for always being away.
"This." Out of his hand pocket, Sam pulled out an old wrist watch that my dad never ever would take off. It was one of his most prized possessions. They never did find his body. . . . Maybe he is still alive.
"W-where did you find that?" I choked out.
"My dad gave it to us before he disappeared. He's had it for eighteen years. I think that something is after him and yesterday it tried to get you but TK got in the way," Sam explained. He tossed me the watch and caught it. His initals were craved into the back.
"Morning guys." A cheery Dean commented as he stomped down the stairs. I rolled my eyes. I really wanted to just walk out of the room and leave him. But I stayed still on the stool.
"Dean, what do you want!" I growled at him.
"You can't keep running." he snarled. I rolled my eyes and stood up from the stool and walked out of the room.
"I'm not running from anything!" I moaned.
"Yes you are: the past." What is he now? Some sort of fortune cookie. I am not running from anything. He thinks he's so smart. "You remember that day don't you?"
I gripped the steering wheel tighter as the memory came to my mind. Damn him. Dean was only reminding me why I hate him so much. If anything, I was running away from him and all the pain that he brings into everyone's lives, especially mine.
It was five years ago, we were happy and in love. Or at least I was. It was noon and me and Dean were out in the woods playing tag, like we were seven. He was in town for a few days before he had to run off on another 'great' hunting adventure.
"Got you!" He laughed tackling me down on a patch of grass. A smile crept along my lips and he bent in for a kiss.
"Dean, I love you." I whispered along his lips. Dean instantly pulled away, speechless, and colorless. His face was very pale and I knew that I've just messed everything up. He walked away that day, but that's not the worst thing that could have happened. It was a few hours later when I came home from work.
I walked into me and my best friend, Kathleen's, flat and through my keys down on the tile counters. There was a loud sound coming from the back bedroom, Kathleen's room. It sounded like panting and heated breathing.
"Are you sure she's not coming home for a while?" Dean's voice was in a pant and whoever else was in the room was moaning.
"Not until 11." It was Kathleen. Her voice was in a loud moan. I knew what they were doing. I tried to keep my mind off of it, this was the worst possible thing that could ever happen. I walked slowly to the room and opened the door. I walked in on my best friend and my boyfriend having sex.
"How?-? Wha. . ." I was so hurt and broken, I couldn't continue, my works refused to.
The worst part of it all, was not that the fact that Dean didn't say 'I love you', it was that he was my first everything. My first kiss. First Boyfriend. My first real love.
"Perfectly." I answered with much regret. "And I regret every moment of being with you," I mumbled loud enough for only me to hear. The words came out of my mouth but they weren't the truth. I never have regretted being with him, not even when we were at our worst or when we broke up. He was the second best I ever had. TK was the first. Dean grabbed up onto my upper arm to keep me from running away farther.
"I know I hurt you but you can't keep running away from me, from the pain. I'm sorry about everything I did. But the past is the past…we can't go back and we can't change it," Dean said. I knew that just as well as he did. It still hurt all the same. "We need you to come hunting with us,"
So that was his big 'running away' thing? I was determined to not let him win but at the same time. He was telling the truth.
"This isn't some game. Your dad might be alive and we want to help you, Ian and Aiden find him," Dean said. His words burned like acid. I looked away from him. Where were Ian and Aiden when you actually needed them?
