(If there is an underline that means Pyro is talking to Dean in his mind.)
Chapter 7
Dean drove in silence. He glanced back to where she is sitting. She is looking out the window. "I just wanted to let you know that demons can read your mind and lie to you." She looks at him and then back out the window. "Don't believe anything a demon says." Dean glances at Sam. Sam clears his throat. "He's right; they want to get to you, so they will lie to you."
The rest of the way is in silence. They stop at a gas station and Dean gets them something to eat. "I hope you don't mind chips and soda." "No I don't mind, thanks." Dean hands Sam his food. Dean parks the car and they eat. They finish their food and go back on the highway.
The man is on the phone. "No, someone already tried to snatch the girl." "It wasn't from us, it was another group.""Apparently the room they were staying in caught on fire" "I heard they have a lead in Maryville, Missouri." "Okay, no problem. " The man hangs up the phone. "He sure is pissed off."
It's late when they arrive in Maryville, Missouri. Dean opens the trunk and pulls out a huge duffel bag and carries it into the room; he sets it on the bed and opens it. She looks at what is in the bag. "Okay I need you to take this and put salt in front of every window and door." She sets down her backpack and grabs the salt container. Dean goes through the bag and pulls out some plastic containers. He sets them on the floor. He watches as she makes a line in front of the windows and door. Once finished she walks over and sets the container down. She watches as they go through the bag. They are making sure they ready. They check all of the weapons.
"Dean can I talk to you over there." Sam motions for him to the other side of the room. Sam clears his throat. "Someone going to have to stay here with her." Dean glances over to her and then back at Sam. "I'll go and you can stay with her." "Okay."
They settle in for the night. Dean sleeps on the couch; Pyro and Sam take the beds. She lies awake on her back. The demon's words keep going through her head over and over. She closes her eyes and concentrates, she is trying to remember something, anything to prove to herself that the demon was wrong, but nothing comes to her. She climbs out of the bed and goes into the bathroom. She climbs into the bathtub and sits there with her arms wrapped around her legs. Her head buried in them. She fights back the tears that want to come, but she doesn't remember the last time she cried. Her necklace begins to hum and glow. She has isolated the heat in the bathtub. She concentrates and the shower turns on by itself. The faucet moves to the cold. Steam is rising from her.
Dean hears the shower running so he goes into the bathroom. She is in the tub with her arms wrapped around her legs, her face buried in them and steam comes off of her. Dean rushes over and feels the water, it's on cold. He turns off it off and kneels down. He gently puts a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at him. "It's all my fault they are dead." "No, you have to get that out of your head." He whispers. "People die because of me." "They died because someone killed them, not you. "I promised we would help you and we are." "Why can't I be normal?" "Normal is over-rated, Sam and I we've been hunters since I can remember and he tried to go to college, but he ended up hunting with me." "To kill the monsters." He let's go of her shoulder. "Come on you need to get some sleep." He grabs her arm and helps her out, but she slips and falls backward and he lands on top of her on the floor. He changes his position so he can look her in the eyes. Warmth passes through him and he leans forward and presses his lips against hers. He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes.
He watches as they change from a light blue to dark blue. "Um, maybe I shouldn't have done that."He whispers. He starts to get up. "Why?""I don't want to take advantage of you." He answers softly. "Yes, it's not like you could love someone like me." "Whoa, that's not what I was thinking." He whispers again. "Sure it is." She starts to hit him over and over in the shoulders. He grabs her wrists. It doesn't take much strength for him to pin her down. He whispers softly. "Listen to me, you're right, I'm use to being with certain types of girls, but I can never be with them after, because of what I do for a living." "But I'm not like them." "No you're not and that's okay." He bends down and gently kisses her again, this time she kisses him back and the kisses deepen and he finally breaks the kiss. He looks into her eyes again and they change completely to grey.
Sam wakes up to noises, he climbs out of the bed and goes to the bathroom. He stands by the door and looks in. He waits a few minutes and decides to break it up and walks into the bathroom. He clears his throat and Dean let's her wrists go and quickly stands up. He leaves the bathroom without saying a word. Sam looks at her and she finally stands up and grabs a towel. Sam leaves the bathroom.
"What's going on?" "Nothing." Dean looks at him lies back on the couch. Sam climbs back into the bed. "The sooner this is over the better." Sam tells him.
She closes her eyes and concentrates. She creates heat enough to dry her clothes and hair. She heard what Sam had said. She leaves the bathroom and climbs back into the bed. Her thoughts go to the kiss. She gently touches her lips. She finally turns to her side and her last thoughts are, "I can never be with someone like that."
She falls asleep to the sound of the brother's steady breathing.
