Sorry I havent updated sooner. I have a head cold and feel like crap, but here is the next chapter. Enjoy and please review!!
Chapter Six
Dean sat me on the toilet while he grabbed the first aid kit from the sink. He helped me pull off my long sleeved shirt which was pretty much shredded from the glass. I had a white cami underneath which now was covered in blood.
"My god he did a number on you." Dean said. It was low, but I heard him. "I thought you were supposed to be tight with the angel's."
I let out a small laugh, which hurt. "Yeah, let's just say Michael and I never saw eye to eye. Now that I'm helping you and Sam it just makes it easier for him to target me."
"So you and him were never big buddies up in heaven."
"No. Actually Michael despised me. He didn't like it that Cass and I were so close either."
"Well I take it he didn't come here just to beat the crap out of you. What did he want?"
"He found out about the binding ritual. He wanted the book. He knows once I perform the ritual he wont be able to use you as a vessel."
"Can't he just go grab someone else?"
"Not exactly. See your Michael's true vessel. Where he's so powerful anyone else will have trouble containing him."
Dean bent down and started cleaning the blood off my face. I winced a couple of times. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. I looked at him and could see the concern in his eyes. I noticed he was really close and for some reason I couldn't tear my gaze from his eyes.
"Yeah." My voice was nothing but a whisper. I watched as he glanced down at my lips and back to my eyes. Our face's were merely inches apart. The wash cloth was still held on my cheek where he was wiping. I felt his thumb run over my cheek bone. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me the bathroom door swung open.
We jumped apart and Dean cleared his throat. I avoided eye contact with Sam who was standing in the bathroom door a little shocked. "Um, I just wanted to let you know that the book is gone."
"What?!" I jumped up and bought fell over. Dean caught me again. "No he was nowhere near the book."
"I searched everywhere. I practically tore the desk apart looking for it." Sam said.
"This is so not good. Look you guys keep looking in the study for it. I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up. I might need a few stitches when I get out. I yell at you when I'm ready." I said looking at Dean. He made sure I had my balance and him and Sam left the bathroom. I was a little worried about Michael having the book. It was hard to tell what he would do with it.
After I was showered and patched up I decided to go on to bed. Sure enough the book was gone. No doubt that Michael got his hands on it. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. Only thing was it wasn't a normal dream I was having.
"Well look who we have here. Its good to see you again McKinley."
"Cant say the same Michael."
"Oh don't hold such a grudge. It was my book in the first place."
"Why are you here? What do you want now? You already have the book."
"I want Dean to say yes. And I have just the way for that."
"Oh really and how is that?"
"Dean's going back to hell."
"You cant."
"Oh I can. You see I can leave him down there until he says yes. Then I simply drag him back out. The torturing will soon get to him and he will give in. He has before."
I woke up screaming. I jumped out of bed and ran to Dean's room. He wasn't there. I ran down stairs to find Sam sitting on the couch. "Where's Dean?"
"He went to bed about half an hour ago why?" Sam looked worried.
"No. No, no, no, no. Sam call Cass. Get him here now." I said before I rushed up stairs. Only Sam followed me.
"Kinley what's going on?" I didn't answer. I simply went to my room and quickly changed. I didn't care that Sam was still in the room. "Kinley talk to me. What happened?"
"Your brother's gone."
"What do you mean gone? He's in his room sleeping."
"No he's not. I checked before I came down stairs. Michael came to me in my dream. He's put Dean back in hell. He's going to torchor him until he says yes."
"What?" Sam was scared, upset, and furious."
"Don't worry. I'm going to get him back." I said walking out the bed room door. Sam followed me again.
"How are you going to do that?"
"I'm going to hell." I stated simply like it wasn't a big deal.