Chapter 9

Dean woke up breathing in the floral scent of Kyle's shampoo. Dean snuggled his face into the back of Kyle's neck and pulled her in close. I could wake up like this every morning, he thought to himself. Dean laid there with Kyle for another hour or so just enjoying her body next to his, but his stomach decided enough was enough and growled loudly. He slowly pulled himself out from under her and crept quietly out of the room, but paused at the door and looked back at her sleeping form, he couldn't help but smile. He then turned to go downstairs to get a much needed breakfast. Sam was already sitting at the bar drinking coffee and reading a local paper.

"Good Morning sunshine," Sam said looking up from his paper, "I assume last night went well for you." He added a little disapproving tone to his words.

Dean looked around for another mug for the coffee. "Hey now, it's not like that." He paused. "Not this time."

"What do you mean?"

Dean shook his head and groaned. "I don't even know but I do know that whatever it is, it's different and….. I hope it lasts." He looked up at his younger brother weary and expected to get laughed at, but did Sam did no such thing.

"Dean I think you may have just fallen for Kyle Anderson."

"Great, just what I needed."

"Ya know, I think it is exactly what you need." Sam just smirked knowing he was right.

Kyle rolled over in her bed and began to stretch. She rubbed and opened her eyes, regaining all her senses. Remembering last night she looked over to where Dean was the night before. He wasn't there but his scent was. Kyle closed her eyes and thought about the night before. Oh my goodness he's so perfect, she thought, but this was not part of the plan.

Just as she started to sit up in bed an invisible force pushed her back down. Both of her arms were forced out to her sides like a T. The blankets were then thrown off to the floor. Kyle fought back at whatever was holding her down but it was getting her nowhere. There was a sharp pain in each of her palms, Kyle looked over at her right hand and saw the blood start to come out of a new wound. She tried to call out to Dean but couldn't get a word out. She fought with everything in her get out a scream. It wasn't booming but just loud enough for Sam and Dean to hear downstairs.

Kyle could feel the blood drip from her hands on to the bed. All of sudden she felt a new sharp pain in her left side. A cut, almost to the bone, about five inches wide appeared out of nowhere. Dean heard her muffled scream and dropped everything and ran with Sam's long legs following behind him. The pain was getting worse and tears began to fall out her eyes and into her hair. She looked at the doorway hearing footsteps and then Dean was there but Sandy, or a version of Sandy anyway, slammed the door in his face. Dean slammed into the door but it wouldn't budge. The figure stood over Kyle and gave her a devilish smile.

"Sandy, don't do this." Kyle could barely choke out. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. You know if I could've helped it I would've been there."

Dean continued to pound the door. Kyle could feel all the cuts go deeper. More showed up on her forearms and thighs. Kyle screamed, louder this time.

"Sandy stop! I was trying to help you. You can stop this. It was nobody's fault."

Sandy finally spoke up, "Oh Kyle. You silly little girl. This is my job. My duty. And no I can't stop this. Hope you said your goodbyes."

Dean heard this and gathered all his strength and finally kicked open the door. Sam had handed him the sawed off shotgun with rock salt. He didn't even blink as he shot at Sandy. The invisible force holding Kyle was lifted. Suddenly aware of her very naked form Kyle tried to curl up and cover herself up but winced in pain of her injuries. Dean rushed to her side.

"Sam we need hot water, alcohol and needle and thread." He said without taking his eyes off of Kyle.

"You're going to be okay. You hear me?"

"Yes Sir." Kyle responded softly but full of sarcasm.

"Okay smartass, let's get you to the bathroom so you don't bleed on everything."

"Yes, Lucy would be furious with me."

Dean picked her up very carefully and looked into her eyes. "Are you okay?" He had the most sincere eyes.

"I will be with you here." Kyle whispered with a smile and with that Dean lightly kissed her forehead.