AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! How are you people doing? Good I hope:) Ok so here is the next chapter of Blinded Abandonment; I really hope you guys like it!
P.S. I don't normally like to write my stories in an OC's pov but I think that writing this chapter in Beth's pov will make a lot of sense…yeah just take my word for it and enjoy the chapter:)
Chapter 11. Mumbo Jumbo. Beth's Pov.
"Hi Dean! How are you?" I answer my phone after seeing the caller ID.
"Beth…um…do you think you could come over?" He asks with uncertainty in his voice.
"Dean are you ok?" I ask, setting down the book in my hand.
"Just…please come over here."
"I'll be there in five minutes sweetie." The line goes dead and I rush to my bedroom to grab my shoes.
I haven't heard from Dean in a few days and I was getting worried. After I tried to call him a couple times to get his answering machine I called his boss to see if he was ok; I don't want to make Dean feel like I don't trust him to live on his own.
As I walk towards his door the panic running through my body intensifies , and just as I am about to knock on the door I hear his voice.
"God damn it Bobby!" he yells, and I press my ear to the door to hear him better. "Trust me!" he's silent for a few minutes before saying anything else. "I know you're on your way here but I don't know how much longer this evil son of a bitch is going to lay low before hurting someone." He takes a breath. "I'm defenseless here Bobby, and I've never…" he trails off. "I've got a plan Bobby…yeah I'll see you tomorrow." What the hell? I knock on the door and a few seconds later Dean pulls it open.
"Oh god Dean, you look like hell!" I exclaim, taking in his worn down appearance before noticing his bruised cheek. "What happened?" I ask, bringing my hand up to his face. He pulls back when my hand makes contact with his skin, a rabid look going through his eyes.
"Nothing, I just wasn't paying attention and I ran into something." he says while opening the door wider for me to go into his apartment. When I walk over the threshold he slams the door behind me and locks the door, leaning his back against it and letting out a sigh.
"Dean you're scaring me." His sightless eyes flicker over me.
"I'm sorry." My heart breaks a little bit at the tone of his voice.
"Oh honey." I walk over to him and pull him into my arms, mentally patting myself on the back when he melts into my hold. "What's going on?" I ask once I pull away. He takes a deep, shaky breath as he pulls away.
"I…" he swallows. "I need you to do something for me without question." He says, nervousness written all over his face.
"Anything." I say, looking at the man I've looked at as a son for the last few months. He takes another shaky breath as he walks towards the counter in the kitchen, grabbing a piece of paper and a can of spray paint. He turns to face me and holds out the items. I walk over towards him and take them from him, looking at the circular symbol on the paper. "What is this?" I ask.
"I need you to draw that symbol on the floor in front of the door, making sure there are no small gaps along the outer circle." He says as if stating a text book. I look back at the symbol and my eyes widen.
"Is this a satanic symbol?" I ask uneasily. He chuckles slightly while shaking his head.
"I wish that was all it was." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please Beth." I want to say no but I see the look of fear on his face and my heart breaks even more. "I'll explain everything to you once you draw that symbol."
I've known Dean for a while…and he never seemed like he was one of those devil worshiping kids. I mean I know I haven't known him for that long but he's such a sweetheart and he trusts me…A person like that can't be satanic right?
"Fine." I walk over towards the door and slowly bend down till I'm sitting on the floor, thanking God that my hips are actually still working.
As I paint the symbol onto the floor I look over at Dean; watching as he fidgets around nervously, his sightless roaming around the room as if they are trying to search for some unseen evil. It's like Dean has snapped into paranoid mode; but what's brought this on? I finish the design a few moments later and stand up, being mindful of the still wet paint. Deans body goes still.
"Is it done?" He asks.
"Yes." I say, placing the spray paint and paper back onto the table. I hear him sigh in relief and I look up to his eyes. "Now tell me what's going on Dean." I say. He bits his lip nervously, looking down to the ground.
"I…" He cuts himself off, swallowing nervously. "I can't tell you right now Beth." Anger washes over me.
"I did what you wanted Dean, I painted that stupid symbol; the least you can do is tell me something." I snap, watching Dean as he takes a small step back.
"I can't."
"Dean it's a stupid symbol!"
"I'm trying to protect you." He says quietly.
"From what? Tell me what the hell you're going on about this instant!" And for the first time in the few months I've known him I see fire enter his eyes, and he finally snaps.
"You're not my mother Beth! Since I've been here I've taken all of your advice and have told you all sorts of shit about me! I don't want to tell you one thing, one little fucking thing; I want something private in my life Beth." My eyes widen at his words and I take a step forward.
"Dean-" he cuts me off.
"Get out." He says, pointing in the general direction of the door.
"What?"
"Please get out."
"You ungrateful…" I trail off, watching the anger in his eyes get replaced by hurt. He shakes his head and turns around; trailing his hand along the wall as he goes towards his room, slamming the door in the process. I groan in frustration, pinching the bridge of my nose. How the fuck did everything get so bad so quickly? I ask myself, opening my eyes. My focus goes back to the table to see the drawing of the symbol and an idea goes into my head. Looking towards the hallway to make sure Dean couldn't hear me I quickly grab the paper and stuff it into my pant pocket, rushing out the apartment door and into the hallway. If Dean won't tell me what the hell that symbol is than I'll just have to find out for myself.
I walk to the library two blocks away from Deans apartment and boot up one of the computers in the public lab; looking around to make sure no one could see what I was doing. Once I've got the internet up I type in the description of the symbol, getting hundreds of results that didn't match. After an hour of trying a thought pops into my head, and I type in the word 'protection' after the description; nothing matches. I erase the word protection and type in the word 'trap', and five minutes later I click on a website that looks promising.
A picture of the symbol pops up onto the screen with a description under it; 'meant to trap demons'. "What the hell?" I mumble to myself, reading more of the description. As I scroll down the page panic builds up into my chest; what the hell is Dean planning? I quickly close the window and shut down the computer, getting up and rushing out of the library.
"I can't believe you did this." A voice from inside Deans apartment says, and I put my ear against the door to listen. "How can a fucking defenseless blind man trap a demon?" my eyes widen.
"Oh I have my ways." Deans says, his voice guarded.
"Oh I know what those ways are Deany boy." The voice states with smugness. "You're a freak just like your Sammy." Dean growls.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Oh you don't know about little Sammy Wammy do you?" the voice laughs.
"I said shut the fuck up!" Dean yells.
"Little Sammy has visions and you can sense the supernatural…" The voice trails off.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion" Deans voice yells in another language.
"I wonder who Daddy's gonna hunt first? The run away or the disabled reject." The voice says over Dean, and a second later it's howling in pain. I can't take it anymore so I slam the door open only to be shocked by what I see.
There is a tall, dark haired man standing inside of the symbol breathing heavily. As Dean says the last words of his chant black smoke comes from the mans mouth and into the air, circling above the man as he screams. The smoke rushes out the window of the room and the man drops to the ground.
"OH MY GOD!" I scream at the top of my lungs, startling Dean. His head shoots up and his eyes focus in my general direction.
"Beth?" He gasps, a look of panic on his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I screech.
"Beth I can explain."
END OF CHAPTER! So what do you guys think? Like it? hate it? please let me know!