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NOW ON TO THE GOOD STUFF…
Chapter Twenty-Six: If I Told You I Love You
When Emily and Gemma entered Dean's room he was awake and talking to Sam. Actually Sam was doing all the talking and Dean was staring off into space. Gemma hesitated before entering but Emily grabbed her by the arm pushed her over to a chair and forced her into it.
"How are you doing Dean?" The dark haired girl asked.
"Like I've just gone nine rounds with Alastair, oh wait that's right, I did!" He snapped at her. She gave a wary look to the taller brother and Sam sighed. "Where's Cass?"
Both Sam and Emily turned and looked pointedly over at the redhead in the corner.
"Thanks guys, thanks a lot." Gemma whined.
"While you bring Dean up to speed um, we're going to go get coffee." Sam and Emily almost tripped over each other trying to get out of the room.
"So where is he?" The laid-up hunter asked.
"Well right about now he's probably getting the shit beaten out of him by Uriel." She answered shrugging indifferently.
"So did we ever figure out who's killing angels?" He questioned.
"Yep…that would be the angels."
"So this was all for nothing." It was a statement not a question.
"No…not for nothing, I can see it in your eyes Dean, Alastair said something that has you thinking." He looked at her sadly. "Well the kicked puppy look has me not wanting to know what it is."
"Where were you when Emily was taken?"
"I don't want to fight. I haven't seen you in over week and I don't want to fight." She turned her gaze to the window.
"Where were you Gemma? What was so important that you couldn't do the only thing I actually told you to do?" Dean winced in pain.
The redhead stood and moved to sit at the edge of his bed. She took one of his hands in both of hers and closed her eyes. Dean felt remarkably better within a few minutes of soft murmuring and faintly glowing hands.
"You healed me." He said softly.
"When Emily agreed to go with them I was doing research. They threatened Sam and it became a, they say jump she says how high situation." Dean's brow was furrowed in thought. "Emily is losing her powers and I seem to be gaining them. This much power in one person is volatile. Like I'm talking werewolf on the night before the full-moon, it's too dangerous and so I went to go do some research on guardians."
"What did you find?"
"Guardians not only need to inherit their power but the powers need to be given to them freely by another guardian. I think Emily is giving me her powers so she can become normal so that Sam will like her more." She answered.
"Sam's the farthest thing from normal." Dean chuckled which resulted in another slight wince.
"To her it doesn't matter what he is. She wants to be what he wants."
Dean shook his head and looked towards the door. "Alastair told me you're my new super-woman body guard."
"It's true. Now that Hecate is gone I've latched on to the impossible task of keeping you out of harm's way."
"I'm not that bad." The hunter grinned.
"You'll end up killing the woman you love." Alastair's words echoed in his head.
"What's wrong?" Said woman was looking down at him concern etched into her features.
"I'm not good at relationships…never have been."
"Well let me define our so called relationship. I think you're hot, possibly the sexiest piece of man flesh to ever have walked this shit hole of an earth. You think I'm psychotic and untamable. You're used to girls hopping in to bed with you after giving them one look and I haven't been like that. I'm the one thing Dean Winchester that you can't have therefore I'm the one thing you have any true desire in having." She said it so matter-of-factly, so simply that he was almost convinced that it was true.
"So if we have sex I'll no longer want you?" He asked.
"Dean, it isn't a matter of if we have sex…it's a matter of when." She stretched her arms over her head and yawned.
He had a feeling that she really thought that everything she had just said was true. Deep down though, Dean Winchester knew that she'd forever changed him. He'd never quit wanting her, he'd never quit thinking about or dreaming about her, he'd never quit loving her and therein lied the problem.
"If I told you I love you, what would you say?" His question was a simple one to ask. What wasn't so simple was waiting for her answer.
"Are you telling me you love me?" She tried to hide the hopefulness in her voice but she failed…miserably.
"Maybe." He responded. Her face inched closer and closer to his. "Yes." He said finally.
Her lips were soft. Her hair was like silk against his hands. She'd dyed it; it had been the first thing he'd noticed when she'd come into the room. It made her eyes look greener, more vibrant, more stunning.
She pulled away from him slowly. He noticed she was blushing.
"Don't tell me you're a blushing virgin." He mumbled kissing her cheek.
"I don't blush." She whispered before kissing him again.
His hands in her hair prevented her from pulling away again. Tongues dueled for dominance, teeth nipped and pulled. Dean smiled with satisfaction as a soft moan escaped her. He moved his lips to her throat and he felt her body tense.
"Castiel." She whispered. Dean lifted his head and gave her a confused look. She was off the bed and heading towards the door before he had a chance to turn his head and see that the angel had joined their little party.
"Dude, you have the worst timing." Dean frowned falling back into his pillows.
"Forgive me Dean, I did not realize I was interrupting." It was hard to stay truly mad at the angel. Irritated that was easy, annoyed even easier but actually angry could be chore at times. "She is upset with me." The angel stated.
"So am I!" The hunter retorted.
"You are angry because I prevented you from having relations with Gemma and therefore prevented you from injuring yourself. Gemma is angry with me because you are injured in the first place and because of what I allowed you to do." Castiel's clarification made more sense to Dean. He probably should be thanking the angel because popping stitches and re-breaking bones was not on his to do list.
"Is what Alastair said true? Did I start this?" The hunter asked. It was best not to think about Gemma right now.
"Yes." The answer was one that Dean wasn't prepared to hear.
"What're Gemma and Emily's roles in this?"
"Emily no longer has a role. She is losing her powers and therefore is becoming human." Castiel paused. "As for Gemma, she will carry the next line…in case you fail."
"Fail in what?"
"The righteous man that starts it is the only one that can end it." Dean's stomach and heart dropped. He felt sick. "Gemma's role in this is my fault. Had she died at the hands of Alastair…another generation would not be needed. I saved her and therefore I've condemned her."
"We can't do this."
"You have to. All of you cannot fail."
"It's too big. I know I'm good Cass but…the apocalypse? Find someone else." A single tear fell as the angel left the hunter to his thoughts.
NEXT ON FOR THE LOVE OF A HUNTER…
Our four heroes are down to one gleaming chariot and with two of them being over six-foot and another being about five-eight they are tight for space! They are on the road to meet not only Gemma's family but Emily's as well! Will they survive the trip back to Wisconsin or will Sam lose his marbles and strangle Gemma to death?