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Dean stepped out into the cool night air and sucked in a long breath. He was furious with his brother. What had Sam been thinking, confronting the two of them like that?
There was nothing going on between them. They were just friends. Of course over the past few days he and Elba had had fun, they'd hung out, investigated a case and things had been…well…..nice.
And for once Dean had revelled in that. Revelled in having someone to talk to, to laugh with and sometimes even to flirt with.
But it was all harmless. Dean liked her, he couldn't deny that anymore but he wasn't going to get too involved. They were friends… Yeah… that's all…..just friends.
Dean was about to knock on the door of Elba's motel room when he heard a creak from far behind him.
Swinging around, he squinted through the darkness to see the slim figure of Elba, sitting on a creaking tyre swing in a small grassy area near to the motel.
He stuffed his hands into his the pockets of his jeans and strolled slowly over to her.
Elba was sat with her head leaning against one of the swing's chains, as it rotated back and forth in the breeze. Her hair was loose as always, and golden strands brushed over her bare shoulders. Her jacket lay abandoned on the floor to her side.
Dean stood behind her, close enough so that he could see several small freckles that dotted themselves across her shoulders and neck.
"Hey," he uttered quietly. He knew that she was already aware of his presence.
Elba stared ahead of her but didn't reply.
Dean came to stand at her side his hands gently grasping the metal chain, close to her head.
"El," said Dean with a sigh, running a hand across his face. "Just ignore Sam, he was just joking around."
Elba's eyes dropped to her lap. Slowly she gazed up at him, her eyes reflecting the light of the moon above them.
"It's probably best if I go home…" she uttered sadly. Her eyes dropped to her lap once again.
Dean frowned. He couldn't let her leave him again.
He moved suddenly and crouched down in front her.
"El…" he said shaking his head. A beat passed and he closed his eyes for a long moment before taking a deep breath. "…I have had the best time these past few days…." Dean's heart pounded, "…with you…"
Elba glanced up slowly at him, she cocked her head to the side.
Dean held his breath, his heart still thumping within his ribcage.
Suddenly Elba's face broke into a soft smile. "I have too," she said in quiet voice that was almost a whisper.
Dean gave a grin, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his sparkling eyes.
A moment seemed to pass between them as they caught each other's eyes.
Both of them smiling, both of them happy, if only for a second.
Dean never got the chance to feel like this. He was always running for his life or spending lonely nights on the road.
No matter what the season the days always seemed dark to him. Full of nightmares and monsters and darkness…always darkness.
But these past few days with Elba….
Perhaps it was because she had been an angel, but every time she came into a room it was as though she filled it with light and warmth and every good memory from his life.
And Dean needed light.
That was why he had run to her the moment he had escaped the blackness that was purgatory.
Why the image of her was the one thing that kept him going for year.
She was the light he so desperately needed.
Their faces were close and the only sound was the rustling of the warm evening breeze in the grass behind them.
Dean's green eyes remained locked on Elba's ocean-blue ones, his breath catching in his throat.
There was so much he wanted to say to her right now. To do… but he found himself frozen like a rabbit in the headlights.
He was Dean Winchester. A self-proclaimed, yet very much proven, ladies-man. But this was different.
She was his light.
A pink flush seemed to rise from Elba's chest, up towards her face and she finally glanced away, still smiling.
Dean held his breath. He couldn't let this one chance slip through his fingers…not just yet…
"Elba, I-"
But before Dean could utter another word a high pitched shrieking filled the night.
The pair turned to see the eerie vision of a young girl floating through the sky towards them at least ten feet in the air. It was the girl from their case. Her arms were held out before her, as though reaching for them. Her mouth was hanging slack, a frightening scream emanating from it.
Dean immediately and without a second thought, grasped Elba's hand tightly in his own, pulling her up and from the tire swing.
Before they could move, a yellow stream of light was suddenly thrown behind them and the pair heard Sam's gruff voice as he exited the motel room. "What the hell?"
The girl was flying through the air quickly towards them. Dean backed up, dragging Elba with him and reached for his gun.
It wasn't there.
It was normally tucked away in the back of his jeans but he had earlier taken it out so that he could get comfy on the motel bed next to Elba.
Idiot, he thought to himself, cursing.
At the moment all he could do was run.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted back at his younger brother.
Instantly Sam read his mind, pulling out his gun and firing two shots through the air towards the floating girl.
The bullets met their target and the girl was launched a few feet backwards at the impacts, but she didn't seem deterred.
Dean continued to drag Elba backwards towards Sam and the motel.
The younger Winchester continued to shoot at the spectre, each time propelling her backwards slightly but that at the moment was all that seemed to be achieving.
Dean and Elba finally reached Sam and the motel room, both of them lunging inside. Dean let go of her hand and grabbed his gun from the table running out to join his brother.
"El, stay inside…" Dean yelled glancing at her over his shoulder.
"I can help," cried Elba running to the table where stacks of books lay piled high. "I know what that is."
"You know?" yelled Sam over the sound of the screaming girl, the two brothers were fending off with numerous bullets.
"It's ancient, a Yamranaa demon, it possesses and consumes souls, they were popular to summon around the times of the kings of old who liked them for the floating but not for the killing," said Elba, hurriedly flipping through the yellow pages of text.
"Any idea of how to get rid of her would be great," shouted Sam as the screaming suddenly became louder and the phantom came closer to the two boys.
Elba tossed one of the large leather bound books aside and searched through the pile on the table. Suddenly she stopped and turned on her heel, running towards the bed and to the book she had been reading earlier with Dean, which now lay on the floor where she had dropped it.
Grasping for it she began flipping through the pages, until-
"I found it!" she cried, running towards the door, book held up to her face, hurriedly reading the incantation.
At this, the floating girl's scream became more high pitched and she suddenly launched herself towards the two Winchesters. They could do nothing but stumble backwards, as her hands reached out towards them.
Then suddenly…poof. She was gone.
Dean turned towards Elba who had, fortunately, finished the incantation just in the nick of time. She gave him a relieved sigh which he reciprocated.
"You did well there, El," said Dean with a grin.
She smiled back. "Much better than you." She said wrinkling her nose.
Dean raised his eyebrows and gave a chuckle, shaking his head.
Sam glanced between the smiling pair, suddenly regretting his earlier jibe.
The way his brother looked at the former angel…
Sam grinned to himself, glancing at the floor.
He wouldn't press them again. He would leave them to it.
They'd figure it out eventually.
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