Hey, guys! :) Ready for a new chapter? It's really shorter than usual but I still hope you'll like it :)
deadone1013, thanks for your review and don't worry so much about Cas - Dean will rescue him, I'm sure of it.
Having a case brought us all back in our old tracks, in the familiar rhythm of the hunt. And it kept the bad thoughts out of my mind because I had something to be focused on, my concentration and devotion to their maximum levels. I didn't have any more episodes, as I call the time I confuse reality with the hallucinations Naomi gave me. I was better, I was more lively and cheerful, the case really made me forget all the horrible experience form my captivity. Sam and Dean weren't acting any different from before and I was grateful, I need normal right now. As normal as a hunter's life can be.
From the beginning of this hunt it was clear it was a ghost. But it took us about three days to figure it out why it was killing its victims, why it was choosing them and who it was, and then to find the grave. Now here we are, ready to dig it up.
"Give it back, Dean!" I insist stubbornly as I reach for the shovel in his hands
It's dark but the moon is shining brightly in the sky. The graveyard is sunk in silence, deep shadows around the tombstones and the trees. The only thing that can be heard are Dean and mine voices while arguing who's going to dig. I want to, it's been too long since the last time I had done something useful and I'm eager to do so. But Dean's been arguing with me for the last five minutes and I'm not sure why he's so reluctant to let me help Sam with the digging. Probably, knowing him, he's concern I'm too weak and I need more time to heal completely. But I feel perfect, no matter that I still haven't gain the lost weight and that I don't sleep well at all, like not sleep at all. But he doesn't need to know that. After all, I really do feel fine and I need to do this. For myself.
"Give me that, Dean" I repeat and shorten the distance between us
"No way" he says stubbornly and takes a step back
"Oh, c'mon!" I groan and grab the handle and pull it towards me but Dean doesn't let go "Damn it!"
Instead he pulls back and I find myself pressed against him, our faces inches away as he's looking me with a grin playing on his lips, mischievous sparkles in his eyes. As I try to push him away I realize that he's way stronger than me and there's a huge possibility to find myself on my ass on the ground in his feet.
"Let go!" Dean tries to make me let the handle and we wrestle
"No!" I twist it, trying to yank it from his hands "Give it to me!" Dean manages to corner me between himself and a tombstone
We're too close to each other, our bodies pressed against each other. I tilt my head to see his face. There's some gentle, unreadable expression I can't quite understand because I've never seen it before on his face. I bite my lips, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach and the urge I feel to kiss him. His remarkable green eyes has locked mine and I just can't look away, losing myself in this emerald orbs. I notice that the shovel handle is between us, our hands on it but none of us is trying to take it. So I take my chance and grin widely. But Dean realizes what I'm about to do and twists a millisecond before my knee drives into his groin so I miss. He laughs and pulls the handle but I don't let it go so I just fly after it due to Dean's strength and I squeak in surprise.
"Dean" Sam's irritated voice makes me think he's giving us his bitchface "Just give her the damn shovel and for god's sake both of you stop acting like five year olds!"
"Yeah, Dean" I pout and come as close to him as possible only to tease him "You heard him, give me the shovel"
With a sigh Dean reluctantly lets me take the shovel and I smile cheekily at him.
"Don't pout" I say to him with a smile, raising on my toes and putting a kiss on his cheek "You can always man the flashlight" and I go next to Sam, starting to dig
"Oh, c'mon!" Dean groans as his brother chuckles "It's been years, can't you just drop this already!"
"No" Sam and I say simultaneously which only makes us laugh harder
"That's not funny" Dean states as he shines the flashlight so we can see what we're doing
"Yes, it is" I contradict him as I push the shovel into the ground
It turns out my body has forgotten what's it like to dig a grave, how much effort it takes and soon I take off my jacket and continue digging, ignoring Dean's witty comments as he watches me and Sam dig. I secretly cast glances at the younger Winchester. He looks better, stronger, the color's back to his skin, the dark circles around his eyes disappeared. And he doesn't seem to be tired of the digging. I smile, happy to know he's recovering. That's thanks to Cas… and Meg who he sends twice a day to visit us and patch up Sam's injuries caused by the trials. Meg's demon powers help Sam and this is all Dean and I need to let her do it. And I trust her, more than ever before, especially after she got me out from Naomi. Dean's still skeptical to her change of heart but I'm not. She and Cas… they're in love… and love can change everybody, even a demon.
About half an hour later the grave is dug and Dean helps me and Sam to get out of the hole we've made. Soon salt and kerosene are poured over the corpse. Dean hands me a match. I'm just about to light it up, when I notice how cold it is. I frantically look around while trying to light up the match. Before I realize what's going on, my body is thrown against one of the tombstones. My left side collides with the cold stone and sharp pain that takes away my breath rushes through me. Vague and frayed figure appears, yelling in anger. Wind blows out of nowhere. The ghost goes after Sam pushing a hand into his chest, blind in its rage for me and Dean. I growl in anger because I've dropped the match and have no idea where to look for it. On my fours, ignoring the pain as best as I can, I frantically look around for it. There's a shot, Dean has fired his gun, the salt causing the ghost to disappear. I manage to get up and run towards the grave, looking for the damn match. A second later the ghost, angrier than before, is back, right in front of me. Damn thing! I try to step back but before I can its cold hand reaches through my chest and starts crushing my heart. I scream, the pain is unbearable. Sam runs towards us with a metal knife in his hand but the ghost backhands him and he is thrown against the nearest tombstone. All of a sudden the ghost is enveloped in flames and disappears in painful shriek. I collapse on the ground, the fire that Dean has managed to set in the grave radiates heat. As I take a deep breath I see Dean trying to decide who he should help first – me or his brother. Sam groans as he tries to push himself up and before Dean can say a word I tell him with hoarse voice.
"Go help Sam" I slowly stand up and inhale freely "I'm fine"
I see the relief that washes Dean's face as I made the decision for him and I smile. I know him too well and I know he'll be worried sick until he checks if Sam's all right. I always admired their brotherly love. They usually show it in banter and bad jokes and insults but it's so clear they care so much for one another. I remember what Benny told me – that I was scared Dean would choose Sam over me… How stupid I was… Of course he would, Dean will always put Sam first. It's part of who he is and I wonder why it takes me so long to realize that… I understand him, I know what it's like to care so much about someone that you're really ready on anything for them. And I accept that. I know how responsible Dean feels for his brother, how much he loves him and I know he sees it as his job to look after Sam, even now, when they are both all grown up men. I'm okay with all of this, I accept the overprotective big brother who's ready on anything for his little brother. Their relationship is stronger than anything and I'm glad for them, happy they can always count on each other. If otherwise, they wouldn't be the men I care about. Otherwise Dean wouldn't be the man I love. I look at them with tender in my heart and shake my head, trying to concentrate so I start putting the guns, shovels, the kerosene and the salt in the duffel bag.
"You okay?" Dean asks as he and Sam approach me
"Yep" I nod even though my left side pulsates in pain
"Good" Sam smiles at me
"Let's go hit a bar" Dean enthusiastically suggests and takes the duffel from me
"Fine with me" I grin widely "We deserve it for a job well done"
Sam shakes his head with a smile and follows us to the Impala.
So what do you think about this short chapter? And about the cover image - that's how Braeden looks like in my head :D Drop me a review and tell me your opinion! Happy weekend and till next time :)
