Intense. That's all I'm going to say about this chapter. It's long and emotion filled. Enjoy…
Sam's POV
I left the room thinking how angry I was at her for not allotting me any information about the Apocalypse. I felt kind of bad about rushing out of the room, but I needed to know what was going to happen. I needed to know what would happen to myself and to Dean. I needed to know if there was some way I would be able to stop the ensuing disaster and she wasn't helping me. I don't think she understood completely what I was going through. What with the demon blood and Dean's lack of trust in me, how dare she not give me this one ounce of hope. She shot down my pleas like they meant nothing. How dare she. I swore and kicked the curb. Dean lifted an eyebrow and I glowered at him.
I walked over to the Impala and got in slamming the door angrily. Dean shot me a glare. Of course, I hurt his fucking precious baby. Seriously he loves that car more than he loves me. I think if he had the chance, he'd fuck her like the horny bastard he is.
I pulled out my laptop to look for directions to our next hunt. It was a simple job really, just a salt and burn. Basically I could do it in my sleep. I don't know why Dean was hell bent on doing these obsolete jobs when I could kill demons. I mean KILL demons, not just exorcise them, but kill them. It's a crime really. I could be doing much greater things, helping more people. But no, always do what Dean says. That's what he did for dad and now here I am doing the same.
I looked up when I heard Dean go back into the room. He came back out a few minutes later with the duffel filled with rock salt, a shotgun with rock salt rounds and some iron weapons. He put the stuff in the trunk before getting in and starting the car.
"We're just leaving her here?" I asked him not really caring about the answer.
"Yeah. We can't take a chance of her getting hurt." He said as he back out of the parking lot. "Don't worry though. I left her a note not to leave the room." He said offhandedly. I looked at him confusedly. "She was in the shower." He said clearing up my confusion. I nodded and we were on our way.
Dean's POV (after the hunt)
I was feelin' the high off ganking that spirit when we pulled up to the motel. I jumped out of the Impala and held out my fist. Sam's pounded it with a grin and we headed inside. I looked around and couldn't see Brielle anywhere. Finally I spotted a note in the same place I had left mine. 'You can shove it Dean. I'm not just going to sit here.' It said. I smirked at the note. She was a feisty one. I sure would like to hear that voice of hers. It was strange you know? Talking to someone that can't talk back is weird. You wait for the answers to your questions but they never come. It gave me the creeps.
"She's not here Sammy." I told him and held up the note. He grabbed it out of my hand and scowled.
"Where do you think she went?" He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. I really had no clue where a mute girl would go. It's not like she could talk to anyone. I just hoped she wasn't getting into any trouble.
"Come on." I said and headed out the door. "Let's just drive around and see if we get any inspiration." I told him as folded his massive form into the passenger seat.
I drove around for a little while until we saw a bar. It looked like a good place to stop. I parked the Impala and we got out. I stopped when I heard a man yell "You bitch!" I took off running down the alleyway that bordered the bar with Sam not far behind me. I saw a large man in a Stetson and shit kickers shove his knee between Brielle's legs and then I saw him slam her head against the wall.
"Brielle!" I yelled as I caught up to them. I grabbed the asshole that hurt her around the neck and threw him away from her. He stumbled but didn't fall. I took that opportunity to punch him in the face. This time he did fall and I kicked him in the stomach before kicking him in the jaw with the heel of my boot. I heard a crack and saw him grab his face, but the fucker just wouldn't pass out. Jesus Christ.
I changed my tactics. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up before shoving him against the wall. Just like he had done to Brielle. I wanted to give him a taste of the beating he had given her. I shoved my knee between his legs. Hard.
"How does that feel mother fucker?" I saw him flinch as he cried out in pain. "Not good huh? Go figure." I slammed his head against the brick wall behind him and he cried out again. "I should end you right now. How many women have you done this to, huh?" He didn't answer just glared at me. I sneered at him before landing a solid punch to his face finally knocking him out. I pushed him away from him and watched as he sagged to the ground. I knew that I was fighting a dirty, kicking him while he was down, but he didn't deserve any sympathy. What he deserved was swift kick to the groin.
I was breathing hard when I looked over at Sammy. He was holding Brielle's head in his lap massaging her temples.
"She okay?" I asked him. He nodded and kept on massaging her temples.
"She's just knocked out. There should be no damage besides a bump and a headache. Oh, and she has some minor bite marks and hickeys on her neck." He told me.
"Fuck." I said to no one as the whole incident sunk in. Who would do that to an innocent girl? Not to mention the fact that she was completely defenseless. She virtually had no way of making it out of the situation on her own. I rubbed a hand over my face. "What's with people man?" I asked Sam. He shook his head in disgust and motioned for me to hold her head still. I looked down at her and saw her motionless features and I just felt… sad. I felt useless, like nothing I could have done would've stopped the bastard that victimized her.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek and wiped it away hastily as I checked to make sure Sammy hadn't witnessed my moment of weakness.
He hadn't, but in a way I wished that he had seen. Maybe he would see that I was starting to trust him again. If he would have seen that tear, I would have been okay with it because it's Sam. I mean yeah had that moment of weakness with Ruby, but I was slowly forgiving him for that. Now that Lilith was dead and Lucifer was out of the pit. I was able to think clearly, because it was done and there was nothing to do but move forward. I was starting to realize that Sam was only doing what he thought was best. He was sacrificing himself for me and everyone else out there. Demon bitch Ruby had tricked him, but if I had been in his shoes, I would've done the same thing. I would have sucked the bitch's blood to save the world and my brother too. I was in the slow process of forgiving my baby brother, the only family I had left.
Sam stood up and then picked up Elle's limp body. I followed him to the car and opened the door for him. I expected him to put her in the backseat, but he got into the passenger seat and draped her across his lap. I jogged around the front of the car and got in. We drove away completely ignoring the broken body of the man that did this to her.
Sam's POV (the fight)
I was right behind Dean as we heard the man yell. We took off running. We caught up and Dean grabbed the man shoving him down as I slid down next to Brielle. I checked for a pulse. She checked out so I looked her over for any other injuries. She had some bite marks on her neck, but nothing serious. Besides that she had the bump on her head and that was it as far as I could tell.
Wow. I felt like such an ass now. I was pissed at her earlier and look at what happened. She could've gotten killed. I knew that we made it just in time. That fucker was about to rape her. I grimaced before pulling her head into my lap and massaging her temples. I hoped that it would take some of the edge off of the headache she would have when she woke up. I dropped a kiss onto her forehead and squeezed my eyes shut tight. The kiss surprised me, but I guess I cared more than I was willing to admit at the time. Like Dean implied before, we were responsible for her and we were careless.
I saw Dean shove the man up against the wall and shove his right leg between the other man's. Hard.
"How does that feel mother fucker?" He whispered menacingly. It was kind of hot. I had to admit it and he was my brother. "Not so good huh?" Go figure." He ground out before slamming the man's head into the wall. I stopped watching after that. I was getting turned on and I couldn't let that distract me from caring for Brielle. I glanced up at my brother as he asked me if she was okay. I nodded at him and briefed him on her injuries. I looked around me before returning my gaze to Elle. I had seen the man's broken body slumped on the ground and personally I couldn't give a flying fuck about a man that beats women. Who does that? Does he get some sick pleasure from a defeated and defenseless woman. I breathed in harshly wanting to kill that twisted fucker with my bare hands. I wanted to squeeze the life out of him.
I stopped with my internal rampage for a minute and thought about what was going through my head. Was it just because of Brielle? Would I do the same for anyone? The answer was yes. I would do anything to get those perverted fuckers away from anyone to see them as a threat. But what I didn't know was if I would care this much about the victim if they were anyone other than Elle.
No I wouldn't.
This conclusion startled me. I didn't really feel like I knew her well enough to be having these feelings, but there was something about her that I was drawn to. Maybe it was her vulnerability or that little bit of feistiness we had seen in her note. I wasn't sure, but at that moment I didn't really care what my reasons were. I only cared that Dean and I got her to safety.
"What's with people man?" I heard Dean ask me. I didn't answer, didn't even look at him. I just shook my head disgustedly. I was thinking along those same lines.
I motioned for Dean to hold Brielle's head stable as I stood up. I stretched my legs a little before bending down to pick up her lifeless body. As I was picking her up I glanced at Dean's face and saw an expression that I hadn't seen very often. It was so rare in fact, that I could only remember seeing his face that way when Dad made his deal with the yellow-eyed demon.
Dean looked dejected with his bottom lip jutting out just a little. His eyes were sad with a hint of frustration and pain laced in. I saw a tear roll down his cheek and his eyes snapped to mine. I looked away quickly and he didn't seem to notice. He wiped the droplet off his face taking extra care not to jostle Brielle. I always saw Dean as the protector, but I didn't begrudge him these feelings. I felt the same.
At that moment I knew that we had to protect her. I knew that by just being there, Brielle had brought something into both of our lives that we had been missing. Someone to nurture and guard against evil. Not each other, but someone that could bring us back together after falling so far apart.
Ok guys, that was a tough and emotional chapter. I hoped that everyone liked it. Please review with some feedback. I need to know how you feel about it. Thanks for reading.
