A/N - I'm doing well - another chapter. Weird thing is I think I woke up from dreaming this chapter. I woke up planning it out anyway, weird how my mind works sometimes. I didn't obsess as much this time either and just bashed it out so it's not very long and a bit angsty but who cares? I love a bit of angst. Also I apologise if I've made Dean out to be a complete ass, I love him dearly, but he is the tough one after all.
Enjoy...
Chapter Eight.
Dean felt a set of large, strong arms wrap around him and he was pulled to the floor. He didn't need to turn around to know that it was Sam. When had his weedy kid brother gotten so big and so strong? He didn't have any time to answer his own question. Sam skilfully wriggled out from beneath him and punched him in the gut. Dean grunted and dropped the knife. Where the hell was Cas? He could do with some help at this moment in time.
'Molly,' he heard Sam say her name in that quiet, concerned way that told him his brother already cared for her more than he should. It sounded the way he had when he spoke to Madison, when he knew he would have to kill her.
'Sam – ' Dean said with effort as he pushed himself to sitting.
Sam was crouched beside Molly who was exhaling short, sharp gasps, a look of pure agony and terror on her face. Sam appeared to be lifting the hem of her bloodied t- shirt to assess the wound.
'Hey, its not as bad as it looks,' he said, soothingly which infuriated Dean somewhat. Why did Sam always have to be the sensitive see-good-in-everyone type? Surely he had learned his lesson after Ruby?
'Sam – 'Dean said again, trying to get his brother's attention.
'Just shut up Dean,' Sam almost growled the words as he lifted Molly into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Dean rose to his feet, clenching his fists trying to remind himself that this was his kid brother, he couldn't kill him just for his attitude.
'Sam she's a – '
Sam whirled around; pure fury adorning his normally innocent looking features. 'I don't care what the hell she is!' he bellowed. 'You can't just storm in here and stick her with a knife!'
Dean said nothing, for once unsure of what to do next. Sam was pissed – majorly. He watched as he brother stomped to the other bed and rummaged angrily through his bag, withdrawing his home made first aid kit and turning back to care for Molly. If only he had made it back sooner, Sam might not be under this monsters influence. He had to deal with this as carefully as he could.
Sam fought hard to control his breathing, he was so angry with Dean. Thankfully, the knife only seemed to have made it a half an inch into Molly's side before he had wrestled Dean away. Any longer and he couldn't bear to think what he might be dealing with right now. The blood pouring from her wound was bad enough but the pressure he had applied seemed to have slowed it somewhat.
With a clean piece of gauze he wiped away as much of the blood as he could, whispering an apology to her when she gasped in pain. She opened her eyes to look at him as if to tell him he was forgiven except all he saw was sadness. He managed a weak half smile in some futile effort to appease her and picked up a needle and some stitch thread.
'This is probably going to hurt,' he whispered and began his task of stitching up her wound.
If it did, she made no indication that she was in pain. A bravery that made his heart pound even harder that it already did when he was in her presence. Dean's actions had only confirmed the magnitude of his feelings towards her. He was falling for her at lightning speed. If he was honest, he had probably been heading in that direction from the moment he laid eyes on her in the diner but he was not one to believe in love at first sight. The common sense part of him told him that as angry as he was with Dean, he still needed to hear him out. As rash as Dean's attempt to kill her had been, his brother was not as ruthless as Sam often accused him of being.
'How's that?' Sam asked, snipping the end of the thread and pressing a dressing over the wound.
'Not bad, actually,' Molly said, quietly.
She started to push herself into a sitting position, the strain in her injury evident on her face. Sam placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her but she shrugged him off.
'No, I'm fine. Besides, we all need to talk about this,' she said, looking over his shoulder in Dean's direction.
'Yeah, great,' Dean made no attempt to hide his sarcasm. 'Let's have a little chat with the monster.'
Molly visibly recoiled at the use of the word and Sam fought the urge to give his brother another punch to the gut.
'Dude, could you just cut it out and give her a chance?' Sam snapped, finally turning to face his brother after packing away the first aid.
'For crying out loud Sam!' Dean slammed his fist onto the table. 'When are you going to stop trusting people of the non-human persuasion' he made air-quotes around 'non-human persuasion' as if to suggest he was trying to be politically correct.
'Because she hasn't done anything wrong,' Sam protested, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside Molly.
'Yeah, not yet,' Dean scoffed, sitting down in a chair beside the table and shaking his head with disbelief.
The room remained silent for a moment or two as the occupants each deliberated mentally over what to say or do next.
'So what did you find out?' Molly finally asked, tired of the tension, figuring she may as well rip off the proverbial band-aid than sit here prolonging the agony.
Dean lifted his head to look at her, a scornful eyebrow raised. 'Like you don't know what you are. This has been your plan all along – to get Sam on your side. For all we know the demons were just a diversion and you're already working for Lucifer!'
Molly exhaled an incredulous laugh. 'You've got to be kidding me, two days ago I didn't even know that Lucifer really existed, that demons were real. I thought I was the only freak on the planet!'
'Dean, why don't you just give her the benefit of the doubt and – ' Sam began.
'I think you're doing enough of that for the both of us, Sammy,' Dean interrupted him. 'Why do you have to be so gullible all the time?'
' – and tell us what you found out,' Sam finished, clearly ignoring Dean's jibes.
Dean sighed and got up from his chair, heading to the refrigerator to remove a beer. Molly watched him, somewhat annoyed, wondering why he had to keep the suspense up any longer. As much as the truth about who she was frightened her, the possibility of finally knowing all the answers brought the potential for some relief. Finally, she would understand who – or what – she was.
She turned her head to look at Sam. He must have been able to see the angst in her expression as he threw her that reassuring half-smile again and lifted his hand to stroke her cheek gently.
A sudden thud made them both look in Dean's direction again. He had slammed the beer bottle down, sloshing some of the contents onto the table top. He remained standing, his fists clenched, clearly still very wound up.
'Sammy, her mother was a siren,' Dean said, apparently attempting to be as calm as he could.
Molly wasn't sure what that meant, she had never heard of a siren before. Sam's reaction told her that he had. She had never seen anyone move so quickly. He jumped up from where he had been sitting so closely to her and stared at her in such an accusatory way that she could have sworn she felt her heart break. It had been too good to be true. Deep down she had known that once he found out whatever 'monster' she was, he would be repelled by her and his body language right now was far from anything but.
'I'm such an idiot,' Sam hissed quietly as though scolding himself.
'Sam, wait, I don't even know what that means –' Molly said, hearing how pleading her voice sounded as she tried hard to stop the tears falling.
Foolishly, she reached for his hand. He jerked away so sharply she couldn't help but jump, causing the wound in her side to burn. Sam moved away from her, grabbing his jacket up from other bed.
'I need some air,' he stated, apparently to no-one in particular.
'Don't leave me with Dean,' Molly said, suddenly over taken by terror. 'What if he tries to kill me again?'
Sam hesitated with his hand on the doorknob. He pressed his forehead against the wood for a second before yanking the door open and storming outside, slamming it behind him.
Molly figured he didn't care if Dean took another stab at her. With that she fell back onto the pillows and sobbed unashamedly.
A/N - damn u Sammy! LOL, its rather egotistical of me to be enjoying my own story, surely, ah well no-one is perfect!
