Stepping into the line of fire
Chapter 35
Dean took hold of Angela's hand. She was crying. Her cornflower eyes were filled with emerald tears.
"Honey. You're my gal'… you'll always be my gal'. I told ya' that I'd protect ya'. Ange…." Dean pulled her into his warm embrace and kissed her beautiful mouth tenderly. "Dad'll not hurt you. Ever. You and I we're in this for the long run. Ange will ya' be my girl for life?" He then knelt down and looked up at her. "Will you be my gal' for life honey?"
Angela wiped her teary eyes and smiled. "Dee I'll be your gal'…for life…"
Dean smiled back and kissed her again more forcefully. "I love you." He declared with all the fervour he could muster after what had just happened. "You and I, we're meant for each other." He took a deep breath and continued… "We're good together… We're a team." Then he turned his head as if in deep thought… "Are ya' cut up for this job though?... Can you be a hunter like we are?"
Angela looked fixedly at her Dee and nodded affirmatively. She was feeling a lot better and trying to find some inner strength within her soul.
"I'll marry ya' if you want me Dee." She whispered.
"Will ya'?" Dean swallowed.
"Dean… I'll be your wife if you want me to be."
The hunter gulped and stood up. Dean took hold of her hand and kissed it reverently.
"Ange… it would give me the greatest happiness in the world if you'd marry me." He stared into the pacific blue of her eyes and he resumed… "You're the gal' for me sweetie… You always were…" his perfect lips met hers and they lost all consciousness of their surroundings.
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John had gone back to his self-allocated log and was deep into his own thoughts. He trusted his instincts. Dean was growing up and turning into a man before his very eyes. He allowed himself a moment of introspection. It did not seem that far away to the time when he had been a little boy. Dean had been given responsibilities far greater than any young child should ever have been given. Dean had steadfastly never really let him down. He had looked after Sammy with fierce devotion. He had looked after him too... he ruefully digested with a degree of shame. His eldest was a hell of a fighter. The hunt would go well. His eldest had always had his head in the game and he felt strangely proud that he had been a huge part of this journey. Did he have any regrets? Quite a few… John regretted the fact that he had left him so young, so alone in these goddam' awful, dirty motel rooms. He regretted some of the harsh discipline…but…it had worked. His son had kept his head in the game and that was all that really mattered…but was it?... He was suddenly interrupted from his reverie by Bobby who came slowly forward and sat next to him. John had always like Bobby but he found him too judgemental at times. Bobby always tweaked his conscience and made him waver a little bit in his resolve. He could not waver in his revolve. John could not afford to. There was a far higher cause. He needed to avenge the death of his sweet… beautiful… Mary. He owed it to his small family. He owed it to himself. He owed it to all the hundreds of helpless victims who had succumbed from these sons of bitches… This was what he was about. His life meant nothing. All that mattered was the goal. That yellow eyed monstrosity would have to wait for now but Ugoliant would pay the price.
John's primal, atavistic rage would ensure it.
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Bobby could feel that something had happened in his absence. As he sat next to John he also felt himself looking back… The life they were in was so dangerous… and yet it gave him the reason to keep going. When he had lost his soul mate, his darling wife, he just did not think he could power through. Bobby had given up. He missed her at such a deep level. The fact that he would never hear her voice again…her laugh…her silly little taunts and those special moments when they lay in each other's arms… Bobby had been a dead man walking. He was like John in many ways… They had something in common. He loved John's boys like his own sons. It was them, that had kept him going…
"Are ya' OK John?" he enquired with genuine concern at the back of his voice.
"Yeah…I had to deal with Dean though." He answered quietly.
"What' d'ya mean?"
"He keeps ignoring direct orders Bobby. I can't allow that' you know this."
"What' did he' do?" John told Bobby all that had happened an hour before. Bobby listened and digested the information.
"Seems to me as if ya' were right John." He finally announced. "That son' of yours' needs to wake up and smell the coffee.."
"D'ya' think so?"
"Yeah. I do."
Both hunters continued to sit side by side contemplating the past and their near, imminent future.
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