Note: Hey, everyone. How are you doing? Here's another installment of Because of You. I just want to thank all of you for reading this story. I started both series (The Hunters and I, Because of You) as a way to blow off some steam and it has been immensely helpful. It's also because I enjoy Supernatural. Who doesn't, right?! Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts, whatever they are. Don't be shy to leave reviews! I know how the story will end, but how it will get there, is still a bit hazy. So if you have any ideas you don't mind sharing, I'm all ears. Without further ado, here's Because of You chapter 5, Rick the Popular Dick.
"Just smile and nod," he commanded, while he held a gun to the small of my back, squeezing my right arm like a stress ball. "Don't make any stupid moves or I will end everybody." His threat was legit and the best thing for me to do was listen. That was enough to put me in my place. Poor Sharon. She did not deserve to die the way she did, but I did not have the leisure to cry for her. I now have to protect two lives: myself and my baby. Let's not forget those who are in the emergency department with me.
As we left the room, barely anybody was on the floor. Most nurses were either in their patients' rooms, nurses' station busy typing away, or elsewhere. "Dammit," I thought panicking, cursing in my head. This whole thing was ridiculous. Rick with black eyes, killing people, holding me at gunpoint. Rick who was a starter for the football team, liked by everyone. How is this humanly possible?
What do I do? "Calm down," I urged myself as I breathed in and out slowly. I could hear my uncle telling me what to do in situations like these, like the one I am in now. My eyes darting sideways, taking in who and what was around me. Not all the bays had patients, but there were a few, adults and children alike, with a family member in tow.
"Okay, okay. Just don't hurt them." I begged, reassuring him I had no plans on acting stupid. My body reacted negatively, trembling out of terror. I hugged myself to stop the shakes, but it wasn't enough. There was nothing more I wanted other than everybody's safety, including Dean's unborn child, our child. I unknowingly rubbed my stomach.
Dean and I are having a child, and he may never meet him or her. Rick, the popular dick just killed someone in cold blood without breaking a sweat, and we might be next. Out of nowhere, I was wishing for Dean desperately, but what could he possibly do against the abomination behind me?! The thought even made me more petrified.
Suddenly, Rick's body pressed against mine, the rough fabric of his jeans against my bare skin. "I love the smell of fear on you. You wear it so nicely," he moaned in my ear, along with a nibble. The feel of him was extremely vile that I could feel vomit rising from the pit of my stomach. I swallowed hard to keep it down and gritted my teeth. A murderer having the hots for me...And his eyes...
My curiosity broke all thoughts of Dean. "What are you?" I murmured between grinding teeth, glancing sideways. We were almost out of the treatment area, out of prying eyes.
He chuckled as he continued to press himself against me, his lips on my ear again, the gun pressing harder. I hope his finger was not on the trigger. My heart raced even more. "Aren't you a curious George? It doesn't matter. Now, keep moving." He pushed me through swinging doors, my face almost kissing the door.
At the last minute, I braced against it with my right arm, which hit my funny bone. Not a good sensation. But when you have adrenaline rushing through your veins, you barely notice it. He shoved me down the steps rather than up. We're heading towards the basement.
I whimpered accidentally. This was it. I was glad Heidi did not stay with me. It saved her from this, from Rick, from death. I was hoping for someone to take notice, but nobody did. No one, just like before until grandpa Jack and later, my adoptive uncle. I drew in the stale and almost moldy smell of the stairwell. I didn't need to think about them now and my past. It was not going to help me and my baby. Tears threatened to fall, but I did not let it. Instead, I begrudgingly did what he wanted me to do.
"A demon," he announced, a few minutes later, like it was something natural. Only our footsteps, dirt crunching under out feet can be heard, echoing throughout.
Blinking rapidly, my mind went to overdrive. I heard what he said, but my brain was not accepting what he claimed he was. "A demon," I repeated in my head. I did it a few more times and all I could think was, 'they're not real. There is no way. And if it's all true, there's a heaven and a hell.' I was not buying it. I was trying to rationalize the information Rick shared to the class. How else do you explain it? I did not say it out loud to avoid getting slaughtered by Rick, the dick, but he read my thoughts.
He howled, and without warning, he slammed me against the wall, knocking the wind out of me. His body pressed so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin and his awakened manhood. Does killing an innocent bystander and threatening others, including a pregnant woman, aroused him? He was good looking, but no way in hell would I want to bed him. Not now, not ever.
"You better believe we're real. And soon, there's going to be an uprising, demons and cambions, alike." He was proud of the moment. His blue eyes sparkled, his breathing erratic, he was smiling from ear-to-ear. Down yonder, he was definitely happy to 'see' me. If this was sex, he would have been orgasming multiple times over.
I have no idea what a cambion is, but the thought of it or them made me fear for my life. And he wasn't done because what came next was the worst. "Azazel and I will rule the world. Along with Lucifer." He grabbed my arm once again and had the gun still pointed at me, concealed.
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Heidi and Dean made it back to Reima's room a minute too late. Heidi looked around upset, hands on her head, struggling to think of what to do next. Dean, on the other hand, just watched the upset woman pacing aimlessly and finally picked up the smell of sulfur infiltrating the room. Now he understood why Heidi reacted the way she did.
"Fucking demon," he repulsively murmured. Frenzy began to overwhelm his body: heart rate speeding, couldn't concentrate, muscle tensing, jaw hurting. He hasn't seen Reima in months and his body was reacting weird; he was worried like he would for a family, which he didn't have many. Rather than let the useless emotion take hold of him, he breathed in and out for a few seconds. It was hard to do when the smell of sulfur and metal overwhelmed his sense of smell, but he endured it. When he finally found his center, his instincts as a hunter kicked in and began doing what he knew best.
Scanning the room, nothing screamed that she fought back, which meant she followed the demon willingly. "It threatened her," he surmised to nobody in particular. That was when he noticed droplets of fresh blood on the sheet. As he moved closer for inspection, there was a puddle of blood on the floor. He became apprehensive but tried remaining emotionless; it was a challenge. His heart beating so fast, it made it difficult to swallow, but he couldn't stop, he shouldn't stop. He held his breath as he tracked the blood, legs sprawled all over and slowly glanced up.
"Oh, thank God," he subconsciously mumbled, subsequently breathing. He was relieved, it wasn't Reima, but an unknown person. He knew it was ill-timed to celebrate, so he offered a small prayer. To the side of the bed was Sharon's lifeless body, laying in her own blood, eyes wide open.
"Hey," he called out to Heidi, who was still in her own mind. No response. "Heidi," he growled, rougher this time, which caught her attention. She did not appreciate his boorish attitude, but she went to his side anyway when she saw him cock his head to the side. Seeing Sharon the way she was snapped her back to reality.
"Dammit," She mumbled, sympathetically accompanied by relief. Like Dean, she was soothed by the fact that it wasn't her best friend who was on the floor. Because not too long ago, she promised Rae that nothing was going to happen to her and her baby. Avoiding the blood on the floor, she knelt down next to Sharon's body and closed her eyes. She also grabbed her hand and uttered a little prayer. "I'm so sorry." Dean was not a fan of Heidi's, but he could tell she meant it earnestly.
He placed a hand on Heidi's right shoulder. "We need to go," he directed after hanging up his phone. He called the cops to report a homicide. In a few minutes, people will start wandering in to the room and he did not want to be associated with it when they start their interrogation. That will keep them from locating and saving Rae from the demon.
Heidi stood motionless for a few seconds as if in contemplation, which left Dean confused. "They're not far away," she finally directed, moving towards the same direction as Reima and Rick like a cadaver dog. Whether Dean followed her, she did not care. She was more concerned about her than him. But Dean was right behind her, his hand unknowingly rubbing the ivory grip of his gun. It helped calm the anger that was to boil over.
Passing through the doors Reima did not too long ago, he pulled a jagged-edged knife with a brown, almost worn-down handle. Heidi, who could care less about Dean, was surprised at the weapon he was brandishing that it made her pull a double take. "Where did you get that?!" She asked sharply, almost lunging at him.
Dean able to read Heidi's body language, took a few steps backward, moving the knife away from her grasp. He gave her an unreadable look. Heidi appeared to know what he was holding, knew what it was they were chasing, but he knew it wasn't the time to question her. "None of your business," was what passed through his red lips instead.
His response made the corner of her mouth twitch, but she, in turn, let it go. Just like Dean, she knew getting to Reima was more important than having a macho showdown in the stairwell, especially with a hunter who knew more than the average. She angrily stared at him for a few seconds, which he surprisingly held just as long. She broke it off first, approached the rails, scanning the steps above and below, hoping Reima was safe. All she could hear was her heartbeat and her own breathing. The sulfur was concentrated where they were standing, but she couldn't tell if they went upstairs or downstairs.
"If it were me, I would have gone down. Easier way of escaping, especially with someone in tow." She heard Dean say, heading down the steps. She could not stand his guts, but she knew he was right. Rather than stroke his ego, she glanced towards his direction, shoved him, and started moving again. Behind her back, Dean smirked. He was able one up her.
The hospital's basement had the appearance of neglect, barely lit hallways, some flickering lights, darkish gray and empty walls, smell of bleach and something else permeating the already stale air, but it was cold, maybe too cold. I don't even want to think of how many dead bodies they got down here. I rubbed my goose-bumped arms for warmth. There were a few offices, like security, management information systems, American Red Cross. Used or not, I don't know; doors were closed. "Where are you taking me?!" I asked loudly, hoping someone heard me and trying to buy time.
"You don't want to know what's going on in my head," he purred, rubbing on to something. The way he said it made me shiver. "Now, stop dawdling!" he shoved, catching on too quick.
The way he pushed was not strong enough, but I figured why not use it to my advantage? I purposefully tripped on my own two feet and fell, making sure to brace with my elbows to prevent hurting the baby. My elbows must be bruised by now. Electrical sensation traveled up and down my arms. Maybe it wasn't the smartest move, but it was all I could think of at the moment.
My stupid move elicited more fury from Rick that what happened next was indescribable. "Get up, you stupid bitch!" He roared madly, yanking a handful of my hair. Yup, stupid. Me acting like a deadweight did not stop him at all. He almost lifted my body off the floor and dragged me, at the same time. Thank God I was wearing decently dressed for dragging.
"Let go!" I fought back, trying to remove his hand off my hair, but he was too strong. He was jerking my hair so bad, it stung like it was on fire; as if he was trying to scalp me with his bare hands. "Oh God, help me, please..."
I don't know what happened, but for some reason, Rick forcefully dropped me on the floor. Not wasting a great opportunity, I swept my leg backwards as hard as I could and hit something. Next thing I knew, I heard a loud thud behind me, Rick's hand off my head. Rather than look back, I took off as fast as I could and yelled as loud as I could with desperation in my voice, loud enough to wake the dead.
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Heidi and Dean moved swiftly and quietly to prevent the demon from catching on they were on its tail. They checked every nook and cranny with no luck. Both were frantic; they were running out of time. Then, they went off their separate ways because it was faster and it gave them a chance to cover more ground. Dean really didn't want Heidi screwing his process.
As he approached the Central Processing facility, he knew right away something was off. For one, the door was left ajar, and two, a lifeless body in his purview. He kicked the door slowly and the horror continued. Blood splattered everywhere, the smell of rotten eggs and fresh blood overpowered the room. The flickering lights adding more to the abhorrent atmosphere. Some human flesh plastered on the wall, on the stainless-steel counters, and floor. Dean's hand reached for his nose and mouth. Probably more fresh, dead bodies lying in some of the offices they haven't checked, which was unfortunate and unnecessary. "The local LEOs are going to have a field day," he thought, about to check the room. A few more steps and he heard Reima's ear-splitting voice.
"Help us, please! Anybody! Please!" Those were enough to get him running like a jackal. He didn't know where Heidi was, but that wasn't the pressing issue. He needed to get to Reima like yesterday. Muscles pumped hard, trying to catch up to her and her captor.
"No! Don't!" was what echoed all over the basement, more distress in her voice.
"Son of a bitch!" He growled, his anger finally boiling over. He did not want to think of what the demon was doing to her at this very moment, but his mind won't let him. Every scenario whizzing through his mind were all not good and it was adding more fire to the flame. Each and every last one ended with her dying in the hands of the demon.
Suddenly, silence flooded the ground level. "Rae!" he yelled, breaking in sweat, his heart in his throat. He swiftly searched every corner, down the barely lit and soulless hallways; nothing. He couldn't see nor hear anything other than his heart and blood pumping to every part of his body, making him hypervigilant.
"Goddammit! Rae!" He yelled again, desperate this time, holding to the demon blade tighter. "Fuck!" he cursed, not knowing what else to do other than to try and reach her in time. This was one death he wasn't going to let happen, never going to happen. "Lord, you better..." before he could finish his version of a prayer, Heidi's booming, southern voice grabbed his attention.
"Dean, over here." Following her voice, he did a mad dash, only to find Reima slumped on the floor like the nurse from earlier. Face covered in blood, bottom pants ripped, underwear exposed. He froze. The woman that he was yearning for for the past 2 months was hurt, possibly sexually assaulted and/or dead while Heidi stood over some male meat suit, with eyes burned out of its socket, pants down, dick sticking out.
He glanced from Reima to Heidi with a distraught and pissed off look only he could pull off. "Guess the secret's out," Heidi blurted.
