Chapter Fourteen

Walk Away

Dean

"I'm a witch, Mom, not a Democrat." Megan said before holding up a new photo of Leila. "I won't let you destroy our family."

Ava pulled out her gun from the waist of her pants. "Put it down Megan."

"You first, bitch." Megan said and with a flick of her finger Ava flew, slamming into the wall.

Sam ran towards her, in an attempt to restrain her and she flicked her finger, sending him flying.

"Megan!" Donna screamed. "What are you doing?"

"They're hunters, Mom." She said meeting my eyes. "They want to kill me."

I pulled my own gun on her, and with a raised eyebrow she twisted my hand, almost breaking it. My gun clattered to the floor, and I shouted in pain.

Ava stirred, attempting to throw her blade, and Megan turned toward her with an open palm and slowly closed it. Ava began to gasp, blood trickling from her eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Stop it!" I shouted.

Ava opened her mouth and more blood poured out.

Megan was so focused, stepping toward her, closing her fist the closer she got to Ava.

I stood and charged her, tackling her to the ground. My hit threw her off guard, and the blood ceased from Ava. I pulled out my knife and with all the force I had, I shoved the blade up through her chin into her brain.

Donna fell to her knees, sobbing. "Sammy!" I shouted, my hands shaking. "Is Ava alive? Sammy answer me!" I turned toward him. He was leaning over Ava, with his fingers on her pulse.

"She has a pulse. It's strong. I think she's going to be okay."

—-

I sat at the bar. I was halfway through a bottle of whiskey. My face was in my hands.

"Hey."

Her voice usually gave me peace, but when I heard it I felt sick. All I could see was the blood pouring out of her lips. I turned my face away from her, back into my glass.

"Hey." I grunted.

I felt her lower herself on the bar stool next to me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I gestured for another drink.

"You weren't there when I woke up." She commented slowly.

"Yeah, sorry."

She reached out and touched my arm. I recoiled. Her touch always sent electricity through me. It was nice, like the way a cold pool feels on a hot day, but this time it felt like getting hit. My gut churned, and my hand throbbed, reminding me what happened earlier that day.

"Are you okay?"

I was silent, my jaw tight. I swallowed the drink and threw down some cash before standing up.

"Dean?"

I turned my back on her and walked out of the bar. I needed to clear my head. I was fuzzy from the whiskey, but it didn't erase the image of her. I could see our future now clearly. Sam planted the seed, and fuck was it growing. He was right, of course. We would get her killed. We almost did today. I couldn't keep doing this.

I pushed through the bar into the chilly night air. I fumbled for my keys. I needed an escape route. I couldn't do this, not now. I didn't have the strength.

"Dean! Where are you going?" She was coming after me, pushing through into the night. "Stop!" She said, grabbing my shoulder.

I sucked in my breath.

"What's going on?"

"I can't do this, Ava."

"You can't do what?" She asked insistently.

"This. I think... I think you should take a break."

"A break from what? From hunting?"

"To say the least."

"Dean, look at me."

I turned to her, my eyes stinging. There was fear in her eyes. Her lip was trembling. All I wanted was to scoop her up. To hold her. I wanted to protect her and make love to her, but the truth was that I was the only thing putting her in danger. I was the one hurting her. I promised myself I would never do it, but there I was. I'm a fucking liar. I'm a coward.

"You don't mean that. I want to be here, you know that."

"Well, I don't want you here." I said, trying to be cold.

"That's not true."

"It is." I bit down into my cheek, tasting blood.

"Why are you saying this? Is it because I got hurt? I'm fine, Dean, look at me." She reaches for me, and I stepped back from her.

"It's not about the fight. Not entirely. I was thinking about it before that."

"Did I do something wrong?"

I flexed my hands, wincing from my sprained fingers. "It's me, Ava. I can't be selfish anymore. This isn't right for you. We aren't right, and just because I want it doesn't mean it should happen."

"So, what? You want me to leave? You don't think that's selfish? This isn't your choice to make!"

"It is, though. It's my car. My job. My life. I can't keep watching out for you. I can't do my job when you're here. You just get in the way." I lied. The more I said the more I felt like I needed to throw up. I held my ground, because I knew if I let her in I would fold. I would melt into her like I always did. I couldn't afford that.

"That's not true, and you know it. We help each other. We watch out for each other. That's what family does."

"You aren't my family, Ava! Sam and me, we are family. You're just some girl who climbed into my car."

I could see the hurt waft over her. She put her hand on her chest, like she was trying to keep her heart from bursting.

I'm a monster.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Sam made some good points about us. Where we were headed."

"Sam started this? Are you fucking kidding me? That is not his place! Dean come on. You know I'm not just some girl. This is real. How I feel is real."

"It is his place. He's my brother. It's always just been Sam and I. I've been an idiot thinking I could have something else. Just... just go, Ava. Go back to your Apple pie life. Go be safe. You have babies, and join the PTA."

"God, you know that isn't me." She was crying. It looked like angry tears. Her jaw was tight and her eyes never left mine. "My life was dangerous before, you know?"

"I don't care what you do with your life, Ava! Just go! I don't want to see you! How many times to I have to spin it? This was a mistake!"

"You don't mean that!"

"Trust me. I do." This is a mistake. If I never would have let her in we wouldn't be this broken. I wouldn't have to say goodbye.

She stared at me. I dug my car keys into my palm, trying to remind myself why I was doing this. "Fuck you, Dean. I know you're scared, but this is fucking cruel. I don't care what you say. I know you care, but if you want me to go... well I won't stay where I'm not wanted." She walked to me and paused, before pushing past me into the night.

Ava

I didn't bother going back for my stuff. He can deal with it. I didn't want to cry. I promised myself I wouldn't cry over a guy. He isn't just a guy. He's the guy. "Not anymore." I told to myself.

What the fuck am I going to do?

I took out my phone, and dialed Sams number.

"Ava? Where did you go? I came out of the bathroom and you were gone."

"What the fuck did you say to Dean?" The line was quiet. "Samuel Winchester What the fuck did you say?"

"I just asked him what he wanted. If he was gonna hunt forever... I just asked..."

"Well, he just dumped me. So congrats, you got your brother back all to yourself."

"He what?!"

"You heard me, Sam! God! I thought you were my friend. I thought you were my family."

"I am..."

"Save it." Click.

I collapsed on the bus bench and sobbed in my hands.

I knew it was a mistake, too, getting close to him. I didn't want to. I told him that. I could still see him standing in the rain, asking for a chance. I'm such an idiot. I should've ran then.

My phone was ringing again, it was Sam. I took it and broke it in half. Fuck off.

I wiped my eyes and stood up. I wasn't some victim. Things end. I just didn't know what I was going to do now. I sighed, and walked into the bus station. I bought a ticket, and sat back down to wait for the bus.

1 Week Later

I sat at the kitchen table with a big cup of coffee. My legs were folded under me, and I stared at the newspaper. Suspicious killings outside of Atlanta. Woman's face appeared to melt off. I wondered if that's where the boys were. I flipped the paper over and read the Funnies instead.

"Morning." Bobby said, with a yawn.

"Hey, old man." I said, pointing at the cup of coffee I made him. "It's Irish." I said cheekily.

"Bless you." He grabbed the coffee. We sat in silence for a moment before he cleared his throat. "So, not that I'm not enjoying your company, but are we going to talk about what happened?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

He sighed and sat across from me. "I know about you and Dean."

I raised an eyebrow. "There isn't a me and Dean, not anymore."

"What happened?"

"Uncle Bobby, no disrespect, but I just can't."

"Sam keeps calling for you."

"I don't want to talk to him." I groaned. "God, can't he take a hint?"

"He said he's sorry."

"He's not the only one who needs to apologize." I frowned. Bobby looked at me, and I sighed. "I think you and Sam finally got to him. He told me to leave. He didn't want me to be with them anymore. He was cruel." I sucked in my breath to try to keep my emotions in check.

"And you just let him?"

I looked at Bobby over the steam in my cup. "It's not like I could've stopped him."

"Doesn't sounds like you to let some guy tell you what to do, is all I'm sayin."

I closed my eyes and took in a few shaky breaths. "I'm in love with him, Bobby. And I'm so mad at him I can't see straight. He hurt me. He hurt me on purpose."

Bobby sighed with a frown. "Idgits."

"I'll say."

"Not just them, you too." He grunted.

"Me? What did I do?"

"You walked away."

"He told me to!"

"And I told you not to go with them and you didn't listen to me! Ava, these boys they love with everything they've got. Did this come up after a rough hunt?"

I bit my lip. "I got injured. It was a young witch and he had to kill her."

"He doesn't want anything to happen to you, so of course he's gonna push you away. None of us had a choice in this life, and we don't like the people we care about being put at risk."

"I get that but..."

"But that doesn't mean you have to let them push you away. From what Sams saying, they miss you."

"They, or Sam?"

"Sam said Dean isn't talkin much right now."

We sat on the motel floor, playing a drinking game.

"Never have I ever gotten a tattoo." I grinned at the boys.

"Seriously?" They both laughed, taking a shot.

"Never have I ever worn a bra." Sam said eyeing me.

"Damn it, Sammy!" Dean said taking another shot.

Sam and I looked at Dean and burst into laughter. Hot tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Oh my god, really?"

"Take your shot, sweetheart." Dean said grumbling.

I was laughing too hard to take the shot. "I'm so sad I missed that!"

"Maybe you can still see it." He wiggled his eyebrows at me before pulling me into his lap and littering me with kisses.

"I can't make him want to be with me, Bobby."

"I don't think it's about making him want you, kid. It's pretty clear that he wants you. He probably thinks he's doing the right thing."

"Right according to who? Look at me? I have been in pajamas for an entire week here with you in bum fuck nowhere."

"I take offense to that."

"You should." I grinned. "Whether you all like it or not, I'm a part of this world. I miss it, and I miss those dumb boys."

Bobby sighed and shook his head. "Well, I may have a case for ya, if you want it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"I think you've got the blood for it, kid. I may not like it, but hell, I'm an old drunk. What's my opinion matter anyway?"