Dean walked alone. His footsteps echoing along the cold, empty street. The frost of last years winter still lingering upon the grass.
He had been such a fool. How could he of all people fall in love- with a reaper of all things.
The pit in his stomach weighed him down. He knew that whatever Dana was- she couldn't be good. In his eyes, that was all he needed to know.
He stopped as he reached her dimly lit house. It seemed it had been days since he had last been here, days since he had felt those warm lips against his.
His hand shaking slightly, he knocked on the door. He saw a shadow behind the glass, growing larger until it stood face to face with him.
"Dean?" Dana said softly, a surprised look upon her pale face. Dean did not make eye contact, he didn't want to face her. He nudged her aside, forcing his way in.
He paced the corridor for a few moments. Dana staring at him, not sure whether to speak.
"Most people think that on the first date, you tell a guy about yourself. You know- what you like, dislike and maybe even what they do for a living." He said calmly, with an undertone of sarcasm.
"Dean what exactly are you getting at?" Dana asked.
"Well how about your little job on the side of being a reaper." He said, finally turning to look at her, his expression hardened.
Dana's face went white; she fumbled with her dressing gown slightly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said, avoiding his fiery green eyes.
"Bullshit!" He yelled. "Unno, there's no point in us even talking- you're pretty much evil & I need to do my job." He said lifting his shotgun slightly. Dana glanced at him for a moment.
"Alright. Give me a second to explain things, I-"
"What are gonna explain? That you go around killing people who looked at you a bit funny?!"
Dana's mouth opened slightly, utterly speechless.
"Why did you kill James Dana? Why are you even here?" Dean demanded.
"I have to be here Dean! I'm supposed to kill the supernatural things that come wrecking up the place!" She shouted, loosing her temper. Dean lowered his weapon slightly, he didn't know why he was but the fact Dana wasn't oblivious to the supernatural, made him feel more secure. Dana walked over to the window, biting her nails.
"I'm not an actual proper reaper Dean." She said, her high-pitched tone lowering.
"I'm a reaper of Demons. I'm like a hunter but without the whole use of colts to kill them or whatever." She said peering round at him.
"So you're trying to say you're like, librarian by day, batman at night?" Dean asked jokingly. Dana burst out laughing.
"More like Bat-woman actually." She joked. Dean and Dana just looked at eachother for what seemed like minutes.
"But James…well, that was wrong of me." She said, her voice quieter. She walked to the sofa, perching herself on the arm.
"Me and James had been together years. We were happy but he broke it off all of a sudden." She said her eyes staring at a nearby photo of what appeared to be her and him.
"He found out what I was, it totally freaked him out- as I expected. It's just; he kept playing me, making me feel like we had a chance of getting back together. It was killing me Dean, so-"
"You killed him?" Dean interrupted.
"It wasn't like that Dean." She said firmly.
"You don't think I regret what I've done? I always knew I could take the life of a human but…I never thought I'd actually sink as low as to do it." She said, tears sliding down her cheeks. Dean was never one for chick-flick moments, he continued to almost observe her.
"But, me and Sam did the research- you tick very box for a human reaper."
Dana continued to gaze absent mind idly at the floor.
"I'm still a reaper Dean, just not the human kind so of course I'm going to make things go a bit cold or make a clock or two stop!" She said.
"I knew I should of just stayed in Alaska. No one notices these things up there." She laughed, mopping her tears away. Dean sat down beside her, looking down at her tear-stained face.
"You know Dana, your probably just about the most sentimental reaper I've ever met." He said.
More to come soon guys (sorry I took so long to write it up)
