Disclaimer: I gonna get Jensen sooner or later, but for now...he's not mine. Sam and Supernatural aren't mine either.. :(
A/n: i know these might be getting lame, but plz keep up the reviews...they're what influences me to write more...
He gasped as she wrapped her claws around his throat with a cold look in her eyes. "She loved you Dean," she said to him so that only he could hear. "And you left her to die! You didn't even notice she was gone the next day, did you? You never even went looking for her!"
"I…I'm sorry. I didn't know…" He was full of regret. His only childhood best friend had died in the same house that his mother died in, in the same fire that killed his mother. He now felt a new sort of hatred towards the thing that caused the fire in his old house.
"How could you…how could you Dean? You were her only friend you know. She was sick Dean, and no one wanted to play with her, until you moved in. She was so happy to finally have a friend, someone who wouldn't run away from her…she even cared more about you then she did me! The night that she died, she told me that she loved you…she loved you Dean!"
"I…Celina, I didn't know. I would've tried to help her, I swear I would've…" Dean had tears in his eyes, but he no longer cared who saw him. Kalinda was his first childhood friend, and he just let her die…just like that. Maybe Celina was right. Maybe it was his fault…
"It was your fault Dean. She wanted to be with you. She said that you were 'the one.' She even wanted her first kiss to be with you!" Celina said this angrily. Dean could see why. Ever since Dean had met Celina, she had put her sister before anything else, like Dean does for Sam. Celina would give Kalinda anything she wanted in order to make her happy. Her whole life, Kalinda had thought that her one best friend was her sister. Until Dean came along. Dean did not care that Kalinda had an incurable illness. All he wanted was a friend, and that was what Kalinda wanted as well. They got along well, even Dean thought that Kalinda was the perfect girl for him. But, at the age of four, he didn't really understand how much commitment meant. All he thought about was his one good friend and her sister. Celina, it seemed, was jealous of her sister for having so much of Dean's attention. She would always come along on Dean and Kalinda's "romantic" picnics. But Dean would never notice her, for he paid so much attention to Kalinda. Celina would never mind though, as long as her baby sister was happy, she was happy. She pushed her feelings for Dean aside when she learned that Kalinda too, had feelings for Dean. But when Kalinda died in the blazing fire from Dean's house, her feeling of love for Dean became deep hatred. She looked into Dean's foggy eyes, raised her left hand, and stabbed it into his stomach. His pain was her happiness…
Sam kicked hard, trying to get the thing that now had a firm hold of his leg to let go of him. The more he pulled, the more the thing pulled. It was trying to pull him under, to drown him. He tried once more, using all his strength to try and break free. It didn't work. Whatever was pulling him was now getting annoyed at him. It yanked hard on his foot in turn, and he went under. He swallowed a gulp of ice cold water as he went under. As he opened his eyes, trying to search for the source that had pulled him down, his eyes caught…Aaron.
A/n: well? starting to get corny, isn't it? plz tell me if they are, cuz it's ur job as the reader to tell the author when their story starts to suck...i was thinking of making this story the first story of a series...tell me what you think. if the story sucks then there really is no point making another story...happy reading/writing!