Finally got to write another chapter. So I listened to two songs that gave inspiration. Actually I watched the music video for misery business by Paramore to get some inspiration. So... yeah. Thanks for favoriting and adding to alerts. Four or five people did but I forgot the names. I'm sorry but if you did, Thank you so much! It means a lot. Thank you Wisegirl for help in this chapter(After I gave most of it away thanks a lot...) Haha I'm rambling... So I didn't use all your ideas but I used most of them! Now read...

Chapter 4: Believe/ Misery Business

FLASHBACK

3rd person POV

14 year old Victoria Lochland sat in the corner of the abandoned classroom, sobbing. Kristian Hills, some popular chick that bullied new kids, had just chopped off her hair. She loved her long hair, and now it was gone. The door opened and closed and a pair of arms came around her. Victoria looked up slightly at the person. It was Dean.
"Hey. What happened?" He asked her softly.
Victoria breathed out a shaky breath. "Kristian had scissors..." She didn't finish. Dean could figure out himself what happened. He pulled her close and hugged her.
"Shh. I'm here Vic, I got you." He whispered. He hated watching her cry. He wanted her to smile and be her normally happy self. Not crying. She didn't cry. Never. "Stop crying and I'll tell you a secret." He whispered.
Victoria looked up at him. She forced a smile and wiped her tears. "Tell me." She said. He smiled and gestured for her to come closer. His mouth came to her ear.
"You look beautiful with short hair." Victoria giggled and hugged him.
"Thank you for staying with me." She whispered "How did you even find me?"
"I saw you run in." He said. "Your not the best hider."
Victoria rolled her eyes. "Were you stalking me or something?"
"NO!" Victoria burst out into a fit of laughter. Dean rolled his eyes. At least she's happier. He thought to himself.
"Vic." He said when she calmed down.
"Yeah, Dean?"
"I promise I won't let anyone or anything hurt you again."
He looked her in the eyes. He was serious. She knew it, too. She smiled.
"I know, Dean." Dean pulled Victoria back into his arms and held her.
End of FLASHBACK

Victoria's POV

"Dean!" I choked out. "Don't!"
"So that's your plan?" The demon asked him in a shrill voice. It sent shivers down my spine. Not like the way Dean's voice did. Dean's voice made me have butterflies in my stomach and made me a little too happy. The demon's was cold. Freaky. Terrifying. "You plan to die for your loved one. Now you see, if she loves you back, it's obviously not the right thing to do. Isn't it a little selfish?"
"You have no right to call me selfish you bastard." Dean snapped back.
"Why? Because I'm a demon?" He said with a creepy grin.
"Dean!" I repeated. Dean looked at me. I could swear I saw tears in his eyes. Dean hadn't cried in the last two years since Sam left. I didn't want him to now, either. "Don't you dare sell your soul." I told him.
"What do I do, then, Vic?" He hadn't called me Vic in years. I stared at him in the eyes.
"Anything but that, Dean." I told him.
"There is one thing you can do." The demon said. Dean's attention turned to him.
"And what would that be?" He asked him.
"I want your first born." Dean stared at me. "No. Hell no." Dean said. "Your not coming near any child." Dean said.
"The child or the girl." The demon said in enjoyment. "Take your pick."
"You bastard." I said. He threw me against the wall, using nothing at all. I was pinned by air. Then I was throw into the dresser and back to the wall. I felt something on my forehead. I knew it was blood.
"VIC!" Dean shouted. Then the demon stepped towards Dean.
"Do we have a deal, then?" The demon asked.
Before Dean could answer, the window bashed open, and the demon fell face down on the floor by none other then Sammy Winchester. I fell from the wall and landed on my knees. Sam scrambled up and went to me. "Vic?" Sam asked. "You alright?" I nodded. Then I looked up. The incubus was struggling to move. I looked at the ceiling and smiled. Dean Winchester strikes again with chalk!
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio..." Dean started reading from a book. The demon started to leave. Then it was gone. "Vic!" Dean shouted running over to me. "Oh god. I'm so sorry Vic."
"It wasn't your fault, Dean." I told him, holding my head. I had to apply pressure to the blood.
"She's right, Dean." Sam spoke up. "You couldn't have known."
"Yeah, but I could've protected her!" Dean shouted. "I could've kept her from getting hurt..."
"Dean Winchester don't say that!" I shouted at him. Him and Sam both looked at me in surprise. "It wasn't your fault so stop acting like it." Dean kept his mouth shut. Sam ran to get the first-aid kit. Dean sat with me and held me. He still didn't say anything.
"Dean." I whispered. "Stop thinking it was your fault."
He looked at me. Long and hard. Then he sighed. "I promised I wouldn't let anyone ever hurt you. I promised I'd protect you. This is the second time I broke it."
I looked down. "Dean, you never broke it. You saved me the first time and you just weren't there the second time to stop that chick from cutting my hair."
"Exactly." Dean said. "I wasn't there. I should have been. You would've still had long hair if I wasn't gone."
"Dean." I said to him. "It. Was. Just. Hair. It's okay. That wasn't your fault and it's not like I was going to die."
"But-" I kissed him to make him stop. I couldn't listen to this. I loved Dean more than anything but I hated it when he blamed himself over little things. He pulled me closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms snaked their way around my waist. I could feel the sparks flying. Dean was the most amazing thing to ever happen to the earth. Hell, the universe, even! Sam raced through the door, causing us to stop.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I" He asked, a smile on his lips. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, you are but I need to stop bleeding on Dean, anyways." I said, pulling away from Dean and crawling over towards Sam. Dean chuckled and wiped my blood off of his head.
"I guess it'll be a lot better if you weren't bleeding..." Dean muttered.
I smiled. "You think?"
He rolled his eyes. "Sam, while your at it see if there's a spell to make sarcasm disappear." Dean said.
"If there was, you wouldn't talk ever again." Sam muttered to himself. I laughed while Dean rolled his eyes.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"You guys are weird..."
"And your not?" Dean asked me smiling.
"No I'm just...something else..." I said.
"Whatever gets you through the day, Victoria." Sam said. He and Dean burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes and smacked Sam on the back of the head. "OW! Okay, Dean. Your turn." He said.
"I'm not hitting Dean. I only hit you." I said. Dean smiled and Sam looked annoyed.
"That's just not right." Sam said.
"Yes it is." Dean piped up. I smiled at him. "She loves me so she doesn't want to hurt me. Just like I don't want to hurt her. Therefore, we don't injure each other emotionally or physically." I giggled. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Well, Vic, your patched up, so go get a room already." I blushed at this and Sam walked out laughing at his statement. I looked over at Dean who was a little red, too.
"Night." I told him. He looked at me.
"You goin' to bed?" He asked me. I nodded. He stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back and kissed him. It was just a peck, but it still made my heart race. I walked towards my room and lay down on the bed. It took me a while to realize Dean followed me in. "What are you doing?" I asked him softly.
"I want to stay with you. I want to know your safe." He whispered.
"I would feel a lot better if you held me." He smiled at this. He lay on the bed beside me and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I love you." He whispered.
I wrapped my arms around his middle and rested my head on his chest. "I love you, too." I whispered back.
We fell asleep just like that. It felt perfect. And the whole night nothing disturbed us. Not even Sam's snoring.

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