Chapter 9: Never Gonna Be Alone

~Kaci's POV~

Owww, my head hurts. At least it means I'm alive, but am I still possessed? I don't hear the demonic bitch anymore. I moved my hand, and my eyes fluttered open.

"Am I alive?" I asked. I looked around the room. Dean was asleep at my side, Bobby was asleep at the table, but I didn't see Sam anywhere. I sat up, warily, and dropped Dean's hand, waking him up. "Oops, I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to wake you," I said. He stood up, and took me into his arms. "Dean. Hey, I'm okay," I whispered so I wouldn't wake Bobby.

"I was so hoping it'd be you when you woke up, and not that bitch, Meg," he said. He backed up, and sat in his chair, not letting go of my hand.

"It was Meg? I thought it was just stunt demon number three. Why did Meg possess me?" I asked, trying my best to whisper. I looked around at how dark the house was. "What time is it?" I asked him.

"It's about two in the morning. You've been out for almost six hours now," he replied. "I guess being possessed doesn't agree with you," he said, yawning. "Aww, you're exhausted," I said. "Is there a bed in this house? For the both of us, I mean?" I asked. He looked at me.

"There might be upstairs," he said. I took off the blanket, and he took my hand. We walked upstairs, and found an empty bedroom. I crawled in, as Dean shut the door.

He crawled in next to me, and took off his shirt. I could never breathe when I saw him shirtless. He laid down next to me, and I laid an arm on his bare chest. He looked at me, then, and I kissed him, sweetly. I laid my head on his shoulder, and I saw him close his eyes. I loved it when he slept, he looked so...perfect.

"I love you, Dean," I whispered, before I, once again, slipped into the darkness.

"Apparently, you were supposed to be Meg's vessel, and she was gonna lead some demon army. The bad part about it," Sam said, "is that she might try and possess you again," he finished.

"Are you friggin kidding me? I'm a vessel for a demon bitch who's gonna lead a demon army against the world? Great, just great," I said, resting my elbows on my knees.

"We just have to figure out how to keep her out of you, that's all. As long as you stay Meg-free, Meg can't lead her army, which means she loses," Sam said.

"Yea, that'll be easy. I just have to run and hide for like the rest of my life, which means living in the panic room," I said, storming out of the room, rushing past Dean, who was just coming back from getting coffee.

"Kaci, what's the matter?" he asked. I turned to him with tears in my eyes.

"Dean," I said, then I looked past at him at Sam, then back at him, "it's over," I said. He looked at me confused, and then looked at Sam. I ran out of the house, and went to the Impala, crawling into the backseat. I found one of Dean's shirts, and curled up into a ball with it.

Twenty minutes later, somebody knocked on the roof of the car, and I looked to see it was Dean.

"Hey, can we talk?" he asked, calmly. I nodded, and he opened the back door to let me out. He offered his hand, and I took it. I stood out of the way, and he closed the door. "What is it?" he asked, his hands on my shoulders. I sniffled.

"Sam told me about Meg, and the army I'm supposed to lead as Meg," I said. I turned to him, taking his hand into mine. "Dean, I didn't mean what I said to you back there. I don't want it to be over between us, I love you. You mean everything to me," I said. He nodded, and looked at me. "I'm just so scared, Dean. And I couldn't bear to lose you again, especially by my own hand or order, or whatever," I said. He took me into his arms, and held me tightly.

"I'm not gonna let it happen, I promise," he said. He rested his chin on my head, then let go and backed up. "In fact, do you have one of these?" he asked. He pulled down the collar of his t-shirt to reveal a tattoo. It was a pentagram inside of a sun-like design.

"No, I don't have one. But I will," I said. I stood in front of him, and pressed my body against his, kissing him, softly. His arms wrapped around me, and rested his forehead against mine. "Thank you, Dean. I feel better," I told him. He looked me in the eye.

"You're gonna be okay. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you again, I promise," he said. I held onto him, and we just stood there. I felt safe in his arms, like nothing could get to me, as long as I was with him. I laughed, and he looked at me, smiling.

"What?" he asked.

"Just that we never talk like this...you're not one for, oh how did you phrase it, 'chick flick moments', are you?" I asked him, still chuckling.

"No, it's okay. I mean, sure, it's not my style, but with you...I can take it," he said, looking at me. I looked back at him, smiling. The wind blew and it felt nice on my skin. Dean took my hand with the ring on it, and linked his fingers through it. We stood there, looking around, and occasionally at each other. The sun was setting, and it wouldn't be long til it was night again. Dean opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"I saw that," I said, looking at him. "What are you thinking about?" I asked him.

"We should go out tonight, just the two of us. No Sam, no Cass, no hunting, none of it. Just you and me out on the town, what do you say?" he asked. I laughed at his energy.

"Dean Winchester, are you asking me out?" I asked. He nodded to the side.

"Maybe, is it working?" he asked. I laughed again. I scratched my head.

"Yea it's working, and I accept your invitation," I said, laughing. He nodded, smiling. Then he took our joined hands and brushed his lips against mine.

"Shall we?" he asked, pointing his head back to Bobby's. I chuckled at how obviously excited he was.

"Yea, let's go," I answered. We walked hand in hand back to the house.