Dean's POV.
The Impala purred beneath me, my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white. I was following a cold trail of settling dust, praying it was Julia. She had left when she saw Jo and I kissing. I tried to explain it was Jo that kissed me but Julia wouldn't hear it. Stupid! I thought angrily. I should've known what Jo wanted. After all haven't I done these things with countless girls before Julia? I kicked at myself trying not to yell. I was such an idiot! Julia was the only one that made me feel like I wasn't going insane doing this job. Besides Cassie and she ripped out my heart and crushed it beneath her heel. And thats what I did to Julia, crushed her already fragile heart.
I let out an angry yell and sped up, the road before me empty. Guilt threatened to overwhelm me as I swam in despair at not finding Julia. Suddenly there was a dim flash through the rising dust. Pressing the gas down to the floor the Impala roared beneath me. Scenery was a blur as I gained upon the flash. An outline formed of a motorcycle and someone bent low over it. Gliding into the next lane I shot past Julia,and cranked the wheel sharply to the right. My Impala screeched as it turned and I slammed on the brakes, coming to a complete stop, switching the car off I watched as Julia came closer.
She sped up and I thought she wouldn't stop. I could see her eyes glaring at me through the visor of her helmet. "Oh sh-" I began as I realized she wasn't going to stop.
Ten feet from the Impala she swerved and did a 360 before stopping. Ripping off the helmet she glared at me, brown eyes catching the afternoon sun and setting them ablaze. Dust surrounded her, a strong wind picked up and blew her hair around her face. She looked powerful and deadly. I was sorry for ever hurting her. The dust settled around our vehicles and she shouted, "What do you want Dean?"
Opening the Impala's door I stepped out and walked towards her. Amy's motorcycle still purred beneath her and I had the image of her running me over. I deserve it I thought.
"What I want Julia is to say sorry." I answered.
She smirked and switched the engine off. In one fluid moment she stepped off the bike and walked stiffly to me. She came close enough for me to reach out and touch her. But the angry look in her eyes made me refrained myself.
"Sorry? Sor-" she began, anger under lining each word.
Without thinking I interrupted her, anger lining my words now. "It wasn't my fault! Jo kissed me! If you had bothered to even listen to me you would have know!"
She stared at me angrily, eyes flashing. Her jaw was clenched tightly. I waited for her to say something, to yell at me, anything. Instead she turned away and started to walk back to the motorcycle. I grabbed her left arm and pulled her back towards me. She spun around, her right hand coming to punch me. I grabbed her wrist and she struggle against me, so I let go.
She stumbled backwards slightly then leaned forward and pushed me. The car hit my back, I spread my arms and held onto the car to keep from falling. The passenger side mirror dug into my lower back. Pushing myself back up Julia started to scream at me.
"Well I'm sorry!" she cried, "I made a stupid mistake! Maybe its better if we go separate ways!"
We stood there, silent. Julia was shaking slightly but her face was set in anger. She looked away from me and I felt bad. I wanted to hold her, tell her it was okay. I opened my mouth to apologize again, and she looked at me.
"Julia-" I began, and was pushed backwards by her. My shoulder hit the mirror and I landed in the dirt.
Sitting up I wondered what the hell that was for. My shoulder throbbed and I rubbed at it while looking around. Julia was laying next to me right hand over her eyes. What happened I asked myself. Reaching over I touched her shoulder gently in reply she groaned.
"I understand why you'd hate me but did you really have to do that?" I asked.
She brought her hand down quickly and glared at med. I smiled and she smiled back. "Didn't you see it?" she asked.
"See what? The only thing I saw was the blue sky. And I feel pain. ow. I think you dislocated my shoulder." I said and looked at the mirror to see if it was broken. The only thing hurt seemed to be me.
"I did not!" she protested then quietly said, "The black dog."
"Is that your excuse for pushing me?" I teased, standing up and brushing off the dust from my blue jeans.
Julia's smile faded and I knew I had gone to far at teasing her. Walking over to her I held out a hand to help her stand. She took it and our eyes met briefly before she looked away.
"We should tell the others." she said brushing past me.
"What?" I said, thinking maybe she was seeing things.
"The black dog." she persisted, grabbing the helmet she put it on. "That its here."
"Julia." I said as she climbed on the bike, she looked at me.
"Dean I know what I saw." she said.
Looking at her I knew she believed what she saw. But I hadn't seen anything. I wondered if she was nervous at us fighting and at what she had said. "Did you mean it? About going our separate ways?" I asked
She watched me, eyes soft. Julia turned away, switched the bike on, "Meet you at the house." was her only reply before driving off.
I watched her grow smaller as the distance grew between us. A breeze picked up and I shivered as something warm stuck to my side. Looking down at my green shirt I saw blood drying on my left side. Confused I pulled my shirt up, I don't remember getting hurt. But there was no wound. Julia and her claiming to have seen a black dog came to mind. So it was true.
"Damn it." I said and ran to the Impala.