Chapter Twelve
I've Never Fallen So Hard ------------
It was October 5th, and every moment that Mara spent lying awake in her bed, was a moment of torture.
It was amazing, that they boys that had changed her life so much for the better, could be the ones that would end it for good. Sam and Dean had demolished all of her bad habits in just a matter of days, even though she had still been drinking her fair share during the day.
They figured that it was just a part of her recovery process.
Dean never told Sam she had killed herself.
Sam didn't have the same fire, the same drive that Dean did. He was in this for different reasons. To save his sister from an almost certain death. Dean was in it to save the woman he loved from an eternity in hell.
And if that wasn't a good enough reason, he would be damned to find a better one.
Dean was always good to Mara, and he could feel the fear in her body as she pretended to be sleeping, but he knew that in the darkness, her eyes were wide open and piercing. His arms were around her body, and he pretended to be still, but he knew that at any moment, she was prepared to fight with him if he intended to hurt her.
But he didn't, and he wouldn't. He would rather die himself then ever hurt Mara, and it upset him that she didn't know it. Did he have to spell it out for her? Scream it in her face? He told her countless times that he really thought that they had something. Something good. Something worth fighting for, but she was so insecure within herself, which Dean could understand. She just wanted her to let him love her.
Because the chemistry between them was going to bring the hotel down, and soon if they didn't do anything about it.
He and Sam had already decided together, at their late nite chat in the dark hours of the night that there was no way possible, at least no way that they knew about, that the demon could take control of both of them at the same time. When a demon possessed a human, there was still some free will left in the person, and if they really didn't want to do something, and had enough strength in them, they could fight back. And Dean and Sam were both strong, and neither one of them wanted to even say a mean name to Mara, so they had drawn the conclusion that the demon had used Mara's vision to scare her, and minupulate her thoughts.
And ovbiously it had worked.
Mara didn't know the things that Sam and Dean knew, and she hadn't seen the things that they had seen.
And the Demon must of picked some convincing things to show her, to get her to fear them.
Everyone had skeletons in their closet, but Mara's just happened to get out and walk around.
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Dean pulled himself out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He yawned, the sun illuminating the room. He smirked as he saw Sam asleep on the keyboard of his computer, a small pool of drool sitting on the cool plastic of the computer. Dean threw a pillow at his face.
Sam's reaction was slow as he sleepily pulled his body up from the computer. "Dude? What the hell?" Sam yawned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
Dean smiled. "Shouldn't you be working, Sammy?" he asked.
Sam shot daggers at Dean. "What have you been doing lately, Dean?" He muttered. "And it's Sam-"
"I've been enjoying myself a nap-" Dean smirked.
Sam hated that smirk. "I'm sure you have-" He said as he rolled his eyes at his brother.
"So what did you find?"
Sam gave Dean his look again. The look of disgust and annoyance that seemed to be plastered to Sam's face more often than not.
"You didn't find anything, did you?" Dean asked.
"No actually I did-" Sam muttered. "I'm just not sure if you want to hear it-"
Dean looked at him blankly, then threw another pillow.
"Al right, al right-" Sam muttered. "I think that mainly-" He sighed. "I don't really know how to explain it so you can understand it-"
"I'm not an idiot Sam..."
"I think that mainly the demon wants to get all three of us together, somehow draw us all in so he can preform a ritual to send us into hell, and summon all the demons we've sent back to hell-"
"I don't think that can be rite-" Dean muttered.
"I'm pretty positive of this, Dean-"
"Well I'm pretty positive that your not-" Dean said cockily.
"Why don't you just go to-"
"Hell? I've thought about it, but I've never been there, but I heard that your sister Mara had vacationed there a few times-"
"What?" Sam said.
"She's a suicide-"
"What?" He said blankly again.
"Overdosed-"
"I mean what?"
Dean gave him his look. "Wow-" Sam muttered.
Sam sat and though for moments. "Then he must be planning something bigger for her. Much bigger-"
"How is he going to get all three of us in one place though. I mean really, were not that stupid. Were just not going to come rite to him-"
Sam stopped blankly. "where's Mara."
Dean looked up.
"God damn it-" he muttered. "Sometimes that girl makes me want to shoot myself-"
And he grabbed his jacket.
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Sorry it took so long.
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