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Chapter Seven
Song: Superheros – The Script
May 2012 – Highway 94
Marah and Dean hadn't seen each other for the past month. Things had gotten hard, on all of them, after Bobby died. He had shut her out, wallowed in his own grief for a few days before Marah finally lost it.
She had screamed at Dean for almost an hour, tears streaming down her face. She knew he was hurting, and he wasn't helping by not letting her in.
"You don't always have to try so hard." She had said, barely above a whisper after she'd finished yelling, her voice cracking. "I get why you always act strong in front of Sam. But you don't have to with me, Dean. Just don't shut me out of this."
That was the first night Marah held Dean as he cried. They didn't talk about that night, how he clutched to her like a vice, his head resting on her chest, tears darkening her shirt.
A few days later she had chosen to stay with Castiel after he took on Sam's hallucinations, to make sure he wasn't bothered. But now Cas was awake. They had a prophet and a demon in the backseat. And Marah was sitting on Dean's lap as Sam drove the Impala towards Rufus's cabin.
"Oh, God." Kevin Tran speaks up, and Marah glances in the rearview to see he's woken up.
"What?" Meg asks him curtly.
"Nothing…just my life…my future…" Marah's phone begins to ring, and she digs through her pockets to find it, Dean resting his chin on her shoulder. "…my mom's car." Kevin trails off, and Marah answers her phone.
"Marah! Is that you!?" Castiel's voice is panicked.
"Yeah. Castiel…it's me." She rolls her eyes.
"Cas? Where? Where is he?" Dean demands, reaching for her phone.
"Shut up." Marah tells him, leaning so he can't get her phone. Last thing Cas needs is to have Dean yelling at him.
"I'll stop speaking." Cas tells her.
"No." Marah sighs, "Not you, Cas. You talk."
"I'm in a place called Perth."
"Perth?" Marah asks.
"Like Australia?" Dean asks in disbelief, and Marah shrugs.
"Yes, Perth. And I'm surrounded by unhappy dogs." Marah sighs.
"He says he's surrounded by unhappy dogs."
"They're chasing a rabbit around and they won't stop barking and there're people…"
"He's at a dog track in Perth." Marah tells the rest of the car.
"I'm surrounded by large, unhappy dogs." Castiel tells her again.
"Cas, they're unhappy 'cause the rabbit's fake. Look, we're on highway 94, just north of St. Cloud Minnesota, just passing mile marker…" she glances out the window "seventy nine." Marah hangs up her phone as Castiel appears in the backseat between Kevin and Meg.
"Aaah!" Kevin shrieks.
"Kevin, meet Castiel." Meg introduces the two in her droning monotone voice.
"You're one of the angels?" Kevin asks in disbelief. Cas leans forwards, poking Kevin's nose with his index finger.
"Boop." He says, then looks to Marah, "Marah are you hurt?"
"I'm fine, Cas." She tells him. Marah had been the first one Cas saw when he woke up almost two nights ago. Since then, he'd been a bit obsessive.
"Dean." His name came out in a breath, so faint that she didn't know if he heard her. Not that Marah cared, but she felt his lips pull up into a grin against her neck, his teeth biting down, making her squirm underneath him.
Marah's back was pressed down into the leather of the stolen car's backseat. Her hands moved to slip underneath the bottom of Dean's shirt, her palms running up his abs. In one swift motion, she had it over his head, Dean lifting up just for a moment so it could be tossed to the front.
Marah caught his chin in her hand, making Dean pause for moment, starring down at her. "I missed you." She tells him, grinning, and then slips her other hand down his chest, pausing near the zipper of his jeans. "I really missed you." Dean's jaw goes slack, and his eyes darken before she leans up to mold her mouth with his.
Dean's tongue runs over her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth for him instantly, a moan escaping from Marah's mouth as he grinds his hips down into her. A hand slips up into his hair, pulling on it and making him growl into her mouth before his hands move, unbuttoning her shirt and lifting her up with him so he can slid it off her body.
Marah's hand slides down again, feeling him through his jeans, and Dean's breath hitches. "Babe.." Dean breathes out; "If we're going all the…fuck" his head hangs down limply, eyes screwed shut as she slips her hand under the waistband of his jeans.
"You talk too much." She whispers to him, and all Dean can do is nod, reaching down with his own hand to help her undo his jeans. Marah slips them down antagonizing slowly. After nine years, she knows just how to get Dean to lose it. His own trick is his Achilles heel.
He can't handle it when she goes slow.
He trembles above her, and his hand reaches out towards the fogged up mirror so Dean can support himself. He finds her lips again, pressing his to firmly to hers for a moment before skimming them across her jaw.
"Did you think of me like this?" he asks her, his voice deeper than usual. Marah clenches her thighs together; heat building inside her, and Dean presses a kiss right behind her ear. "You know you gotta answer me." He tells her, harsher this time. He gets demanding sometimes, and she loves it.
"Yes." She tells him. She tries slipping her hands down again, so that she can distract him, but Dean catches her, holding them in one of his and letting his free hand drift down between her legs, resting on her inner thigh.
"You thought of me doing this?" he asks again. "What was I doing?"
"Dean." She breathes, and he kisses her jaw.
"Did you think of this?" he asks, slipping one finger inside of her, watching her mouth open in voiceless pleasure. "How long since we've done this babe?" he asks her, moving his finger around slightly. "You're so-" he doesn't finish his sentence as she moans, bucking her hips down towards his hand.
Dean stays hovered over her, his mouth right by her ear. "What else?" he asks, slipping another finger in her. "Like that?"
"Come on, Dean." She begs him now, her breathing picking up. "Please."
"Please what?" he asks excitedly, his green eyes darker than she's ever seen. "What'd you want?"
"You."
Dean takes his fingers out of her, moving down on her slowly, her hips bucking up against him as he kisses her on the mouth. Their tongues work together as he thrusts inside of her, building up, they get faster, working in a perfected rhythm. Sweat covers both of their bare bodies, making the leather of the backseat harder to get a hold on. The windows of the car are fogged from their heated breaths, and with every thrust it sways to the side.
Marah grates her fingers over Dean's back, holding onto him and wrapping her legs around his waist so he can get deeper, hit that spot in her that only he knows how to hit. He flips them over, so she's on top of him. Her hands raking through his damp hair. She screams his name out, coming undone just as Dean can't hold on any longer.
She collapses on top of him, her hand resting on his warm chest, over his tattoo. Marah presses a kiss to his skin, smiling and biting him gently. His chest rumbles as he chuckles. Looking up, her brown eyes meet green, still dark with lust as he looks down at her.
"You're beautiful." Dean tells her, his hand intertwining with her left. He brings their joined hands up to his lips, kissing her ring. "So are birth control pills." He smirks and she barks out a laugh.
Five weeks later
Marah lets out a laugh as the rear end of the Impala fishtails out to the side. Dean pushes his beloved car faster, a smile on his face as Sam lets out a laugh. Meg just rolls her eyes from her spot next to Marah. While Cas sits quietly, looking out the window.
Dick Roman already knows they are coming. This is just their grand entrance.
"Dean." Sam says his brother's name in question, and Dean just smirks at him, skidding the Impala around a corner and gunning her towards the SucroCorp sign.
The Impala crashes into the sign, glass shattering on the blacktop as Meg and Marah get out first, Ruby's knife in Marah's hand.
Demons rush towards them, and Meg laughs as she is shot in the shoulder. "Hey boys." Another rushes towards Marah, and she ducks as he swings his fist towards her face. She latches onto his shoulder as his momentum causes him to fall forward slightly, yanking him forwards while driving the knife into his chest. Light flashes from his eyes and mouth, and she yanks out the blade, letting him fall to the ground.
Dean had tried convincing her to stay back at the cabin, to sit this one out as they went in to kill Dick.
"No, Dean." She had told him firmly, "You could all die tomorrow. If there's one thing I know now. It's when I die, I'm gunna die with a gun in my hand and you by my side."
So now she fights beside Meg, killing demons without hesitation, and being the distraction while Sam, Dean, and Cas slip inside. Once all the guards are brought down, Marah brings out her gun, aims it at the security camera, and shatters the surveillance.
"Let's go." Marah tells Meg quickly, wiping away some of the blood that splattered on her own face.
"Lead the way Grace O'Malley." Marah ignores Meg, turning and making her way inside the corporate building, the demon following close behind.
Marah hated all demons, but Meg she put up with. The two had been together for a whole month watching over Castiel.
Some people say that, when a person is placed in an extreme situation, they act purely on instinct. They fight for themselves. They fight for their own survival. They keep going against impossible odds, because they believe that something higher than themselves will keep them alive.
Marah used to be one of those believers. A girl who would go to church on Sundays, sit in a pew, and pray to God. She asked for forgiveness. She asked to be given second chances. She believed those chances were granted, the forgiveness given freely. She thought that God and angels would be watching over her, making sure everything would end up all right at the end of the day.
But then Dean died. Sam showed up on her doorstep, and she left everything behind. Marah buried the one man in the world who didn't deserve death. She held his cold hand in her own, stitched up his wounds, tired to put a broken, mangled corpse back together again.
Though he came back. After four long months of grieving, Dean Winchester showed up again. Raised from Hell by angels, a deed commanded by God himself, or so they were all told. They met Castiel; discovered angels were real. They found out that being too righteous was their fault. It made them douchebags.
Nevertheless they were happy together for a while. Until Alastair came. Until the angels commanded Dean torture him, like he had been taught to in Hell. The angels almost got Dean killed again. That was when Marah decided they were not special.
The apocalypse jumpstarted a few months after. The breaking of the sixty-six seals. Lilith. Sam and the demon blood. Ruby.
It was then that Marah thought: this is when God will save us. He will come into play. She hoped so much that Cas, with who she was friends with by that time, would find his Father. But he couldn't find Him, and Joshua told the boys God wasn't helping.
So they stopped the Apocalypse. Sam, Dean, Cas, Bobby, and Marah. They did that. Marah doesn't really consider herself a vital player, but Dean always disagrees. He tells her she helped him get through it, helped him make the right choices. He didn't want to say yes to Michael, because then he wouldn't have her. And Dean couldn't lose Sam and Marah.
That day in Lawrence, he lost them both. She watched, barely alive, barely breathing beside Dean, as Castiel threw a Molotov cocktail of Holy Oil at Michael. Marah remembers watching Castiel explode with a snap of Lucifer's fingers, and then. Lights out. Dean told her that Lucifer snapped her neck, his hands clenched into fists as he told her of how Sam jumped in the Pit, taking Adam with him. Of how Castiel came back, healed Dean, brought back Bobby and then brought her back as well.
For six months, Dean taught Marah how to be a hunter. He never forced it on her, she asked him to. How to shoot a gun, how to fight, how to lie. She wanted to learn that. Mostly so Dean could take his mind off Sam for at least a few hours. But it brought them closer as well. Dean found having Marah as a partner, they had a silent language between them. She knew what he was going to do, knew when to be tough, when to haul ass.
Then finding Sam again, finding out he had never been dead. She was there.
Getting Sam's soul back. She was there.
Last Christmas, she was there. Sam, Dean, and Marah all around a crappy pine tree branch Dean had brought in from the road outside. He had stolen a flowerpot out of a store window display, and unceremoniously stuck the branch in. It was one of their better Christmas's.
Dean had got Sam a new pair of shoes, given Marah a new gun. Sam and Marah had both pitched in together to get Dean some new shirts. Sam had given Marah a book on dealing with challenging relationships, and in return she had gotten him a new laptop case.
Those boys were her family now. She loved them both with all her heart, though Dean had a place all his own. They stopped the Apocalypse, not God, not the angels. Her family did that.
That's what Marah believed in now. The power and strength that came from family. Not just Sam and Dean and Bobby. Castiel and Kevin too. They were all her family.
She fights for them. Puts her life on the line to save the world, for her family, for everyone else to have a better tomorrow. The public may not know about them. How, because of them, their children are still alive, they are still alive. But Marah knows it, and that's worth it. They know the difference they're making.
"Meg!" Marah hisses, putting her arm out to push the demon back as guards walk down the hallway. She doesn't move, doesn't breathe as they go by. Meg glares at her, her eyes narrowed.
Once the guards' pass they keep going, Marah following her gut in which way to go. She trusts it'll lead her to either Sam or Dean.
It proves true, as they round the corner, her hearing picks up the telltale sound of Sam Winchester's footsteps.
He has a distraught looking Kevin Tran with him, and after a very brief greeting, the four of them make their way through the building.
A crash from down the hallway causes Marah and Sam move into a sprint, racing down the bright hallway and shoving through the glass doors just in time to see Dean drive the righteous bone through Dick's neck. "I knew I had to surprise you." Dean grins, though it falls when the room starts to pulsate. The energy comes from Dick Roman, who stands expressionless.
Dean looks over at Marah and Sam, his eyebrows together in confusion as Cas stands a few feet away from Dick. The pulsing gets faster, louder, and Marah's gut twists.
"Dean! Get away from him!" She shouts, moving to run towards him. Faster, louder, black rings appear to come from Dick's neck, and Dean's hand is still on the bone. "Dean!" She goes to run to him, but Sam catches her, Dean lets go, taking a step to get further away.
A moment later, and Marah feels like she watches it in slow motion. Dick Roman explodes, black goo covering almost every surface within a ten foot radius. She feels relief at first, Dick is dead, and the Leviathans will wither.
But then Dean and Cas aren't there. Marah hears a scream, and doesn't register that it's her own. "Where are they!?" she wails, and Sam's arms wrap around her waist as she goes to rush towards where her husband just was. "Where is he!?" she screams, and Sam struggles to hold her back. "Dean! Dean!" She sounds like a wild animal, and Sam fights to keep his arms locked around her.
Crowley suddenly appears, two other demons by his side, and Crowley places a hand on Kevin's shoulder, one of his demons grabbing Meg. They disappear a moment later.
"Marah. We have to go." Sam whispers harshly in her ear. "We'll find them, but we have to go. This place is rubble in five minutes."
"Dean!" She keeps screaming, ignoring Sam. He lifts her up, turning to run out of the room, down the hallway and outside. Marah keeps screaming, terror filling her whole being.
Dean can't be gone. He can't be. Not again. She can't do that again.
"Dean!" Sam's heart constricts as she keeps calling out for his older brother. Tears roll down her face, and Sam keeps running, bursting outside through the doors, Kevin and Meg right behind him. "No!" Marah struggles against Sam as he goes to put her down. She tries to make a break towards the SucroCorp building right away, and Sam has to hold onto her again, watching as the first explosion goes off.
Glass blasts out from the windows, a chain reaction then taking affect. Fire reaches up into the sky, smoke filling the air. The sound has everyone's ears ringing, a moment later the whole building exploding into nothing. "NO! DEAN!" Marah's hysterical as she screams, not knowing where Dean is, or if he was inside there somewhere. Because there's no coming out alive from that.
She goes limp in Sam's arms, collapsing to the ground and he struggles to hold her up. "Marah," he calls to her softly, a tear of his own escaping, "It's okay."
"Dean." Her voice crumbles, and she shakes her head, fighting back sobs that try to ripe up her throat. "Dean!" Sam can't handle watching her like this, so he picks her up. She panics, her elbow swinging backwards and connecting with Sam's nose. He hears it crack, and he'd feel the pain if he wasn't going numb from shock. Blood runs down his face, and Marah kicks against him, but he doesn't let go. "We can't leave! Where is he?!" Marah's screaming again, and Sam's crying as he carries her away towards the Impala.
Not five minutes into the drive away from what was SucroCorp and Marah has gone silent. Tears continue to roll down her face, and she feels as though a black hole is engulfing her heart. Sam drives, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand every few seconds.
In the back of her mind, Marah already knows which gun she wants to put in her mouth. Her Beretta 92FS. It had been Dean's but he gave it to her a few years ago. Marah knows she won't put the barrel in her mouth though. She may feel like dying, but she's not going to go like that.
I'll bring him back, she tells herself, her fingernails digging into her palms, because she needs to feel something other than the pain of losing Dean again. I'll bring him back, or I'll die trying.
