Chapter 21: I Don't Hate You
~Sam's POV~
"Where is she?" Dean asked, pacing the room, back and forth. He'd been doing that since we got back, and was pretty anxious.
"Dean, maybe she went somewhere to think about everything she saw. Maybe she's waiting for you," I said. It'd been about three hours since we got back, and she hadn't called or anything.
"If she was waiting for me, she would've called by now, don't you think?" he asked, still pacing. He finally sat on the edge of the bed, and ran his hands through his hair. I got up, and looked out the window again, nothing. Where you at, Kac? I thought, You better call before Dean loses his mind.
"What am I gonna do? If I go out to look, she could come back, but if I don't, she could be out there all night," Dean said. I looked at him, worriedly.
"Dean, go out and look for her. She's probably afraid to call you, she probably thinks you won't answer. Go out and look, and I'll stay here in case she comes back. If she does, I'll call you," I told him. Dean nodded, and grabbed his jacket on the way out.
~Dean's POV~
"Come on, Kac, answer your phone," I said, hanging mine up. I'd already called her several times. Unable to think of anything else to do, I tried her again. It rang several times.
"Hello?" Kaci answered, her voice cracking. Breathing a sigh of relief, I closed my eyes for a brief second.
"Kaci, it's me. Where are you, are you okay?" I asked her, ready to give her an earful.
"Dean, I'm so sorry! You were right, I must have been hallucinating! That girl couldn't have been a demon, you were right! I'm so sorry!" she repeated.
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you?...okay, stay there, I'm on my way!" I said, hanging up. I sped up and headed down the highway. All I knew was that I wanted her back, it wasn't safe for her to be alone, and she sounded lost. The way she sounded made me speed up. Just hold on, Kac, I'm on my way.
~Kaci's POV~
I hung up the phone, and turned back to the teenage girl I had tied to a pole. She screamed again, and I cocked my head to the side, looking at her with hunger in my eyes. This noisy human bitch was starting to get on my nerves with all the screaming. I couldn't wait to see her insides on her outsides...at least it would shut her up. I could think about a million things I wanted to do to her, but I only had so much time to do them. I sighed, and smiled.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt...much," I said, taking a knife to her skin. A line of blood ran down her chest, and she moaned through the gag.
"Having fun?" I asked her. She was weeping now. I rolled my eyes, it was no fun when they cried. I liked it more when they screamed in pain.
"Oh stop whining, this is nothing compared to what I have in store for you, but first I need the proper audience," I said. I looked at my watch, Dean would be here any minute. Oh, right on time, now was the perfect time to start the fun stuff. I took the knife, and sliced into the girl's leg, giving it a nice gash across the top of the shin bone.
"Kaci!" Dean yelled, catching me off guard. I turned around, and he was looking at me with a worried expression. He then looked at the young girl in front of me, and then back at me. I stood up, and slowly moved towards him. I felt my body temperature rise, and then my eyes turned pitch black. Dean's worried look quickly switched to a glare. He raised his gun, and pointed it at me. My eyes went back to normal, and I raised my hands to shoulder level.
"Dean? What's wrong? What's going on?" I asked him, fear flowing in my voice. He walked up to me, and I kept my arms where they were. He placed his gun to my chest.
"Where's the talisman I gave you?" he asked, calmly. I took it out from under my shirt, and showed it to him. He took his gun off my chest, and stuck it back in his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine.
"We need to talk," he said, no emotion in his tone. With that, he turned and walked out the door. I nodded, fearful of what he might say or do.
After a minute, I walked out the door, ready to face him. I was afraid to ask what he had seen to make him suspect me. The look he had given me, was one he would give to someone he didn't know; he'd looked at me like he hadn't known me. I felt tears surface to my eyes, but quickly wiped them away. I finally started towards him, trying to walk as calmly as I could. I shoved my hands into the back pockets of my jeans, my thumbs hanging out.
"Hey," I said, calmly.
"Hey," he replied, leaning against the Impala, not looking at me. The sadness and fear were overwhelming, as they washed over me. I leaned against the Impala about four feet down from where he was.
"What was that in there?" he asked after a few minutes.
"I don't know," I replied, looking at him, and regretting it. He was looking at me, and there was a hint of fury in his eyes, causing me to look down. "Dean, what happened in there, it wasn't me," I said, pointing to the room then to myself.
"Really? Cause that's what it looked like to me!" he said, his voice rising. I flinched at the amount of acid in his voice. The tears came back, but I didn't wipe them away. "What aren't you telling me?" he asked.
"I wish I knew, I do. But Dean, I'm not even sure what happened in there, myself," I said. He looked at me, but didn't say anything. "Anyway, I understand if you don't wanna see me anymore," I said, turning away from him, walking away.
"Wait," Dean called. I turned around to look at him. He threw his arms up in defeat, and turned to me. "Don't go, don't leave. We'll figure this out somehow," he said, softly. I walked back to him, but I was afraid to touch him, in fear he'd pull away.
"Dean, I really don't know what's going on with me. If I did, I would tell you. And you should know, I still love you," I said, the tears resurfacing.
"I know that, Kaci, I do," he replied. I nodded, and turned to go to the passenger side of the Impala. Dean grabbed my wrist, and held on tightly. "I love you, too," he said. "That'll never go away," he said. I turned around, and the tears escaped my eyes once more.
"I'm so sorry, Dean," I told him. He pulled me into his arms, and held onto me tightly.