Ghost: I know my grammar is bad so please forgive
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
CHAPTER EIGHT
"There's no point going after her, she'll have changed her appearance and she's probably told the other one by now," Chris said annoyed "I can definitely tell you one thing, they haven't got long left,"
"Long left for what?" Sam asked
Chris looked at the moon thoughtfully for a moment.
"The only thing a succubus needs to do in order to survive is feed and mate, otherwise they'll die," she answered "At a guess i'd say they have another week or so,"
"What happens when she's found a mate?" Dean asked
"Trust me you don't want to know," Chris replied
The three of them went back to the motel, Sam was aching from being hurled into the wall, Chris was thinking of a way to find those creatures without them knowing about it, while Dean on the other hand was thinking about the cash he had won at the pool table.
"Strong thing isn't she?" Chris said with a smile
"Yeah," Sam groaned as he rubbed his aching shoulder
"I'd put witch hazel on that," she suggested as she pulled out her room key and opened the door
Chris went inside and grabbed a small bottle from her rucksack.
"The stuff is great for healing bruises, you might be smarting for a while though," she said as she handed it to him
"Thanks," Sam said gratefully "You always were a good nurse,"
"I have my aunt and dad to thank for that," Chris smiled
"Sam, you going to bed or what?" Dean complained
Sam smiled.
"Night Chris," he said softly
"Goodnight Sammy," she replied
Dean saw her motherly smile disappear from her face as she glanced at him coldly before going into her room.
"Sweet dreams professor," he said with a smile
"Goodnight Dean," she said quietly and slammed the door shut
"Smooth Dean, really smooth," he thought to himself angrily "She really loves you buddy,"
He stormed into the room and threw his jacket on the chair.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked "Didn't you win any money at the pool table?"
"Course I did," Dean replied in frustration "It's just...that woman is beginning to get on my nerves,"
"What woman?" Sam asked curiously
"That woman," he answered pointing at the wall
Sam suddenly knew what he meant.
"Oh you mean Christine?" he smiled "Come on Dean after all this time she's probably got over you,"
Dean knew that wasn't true, she hadn't got over him at all and he hadn't got over her either. There would always be that stormy tension between them, even if she didn't want to admit it.
"I'm going outside for some air," Dean said in a low voice
"Don't go and annoy her Dean, you'll only come back with a black eye like you used to," Sam warned
"Sam, we're both adults now i'm just going to go and talk to her," he replied
"Well you and Dean seemed to be getting along fine," Dan said cheerfully
"Don't start Dan," Chris warned
Their brewing argument was interrupted by a tap on the door.
"Dean's come to pay you a visit," Dan teased
"Clear off," she snapped
Chris went and opened the door, Dean swept into the room grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her, Chris tried to push away from him but her hands didn't want move. Deans hands slid from her shoulders to her waist then cupped her buttocks and brought her legs up round his waist, he pinned her to the wall and kissed more deeply.
"It's not Sam you need to worry about Christine," Auntie Caroline said forebodingly "It's Dean,"
"But Dean knows how to take care of himself," she answered
"There is prophecy about a powerful witch and her children," Auntie Caroline explained "The witch's children will have to face many dark things as will their mother and father, they're your children Christine, if you stay with Dean they will have a life like yours and Dean's,"
The moment her aunt said those words Chris felt herself become engulfed in flames.
"What's wrong?" came a distant voice
Chris focused on Dean.
"We can't do this Dean," she said sadly "I'm sorry,"
"Chris," Dean said in a tortured voice as he helped her stand upright
"Can you please tell me what's going on?" he asked "It's like one minute you want to be with me and the next minute you don't,"
"I can't tell you Dean," she whispered
He heard the pain in her voice, he wanted to know what had happened to her over these years, what she seen? What was she frightened of? He wiped a tear away from her cheek.
"We aren't kids any more Chris," Dean said softly "We can't go on pretending that we're just friends, we'll never be more than just friends because I love you,"
Had he really said that? Dean had never said that to any woman other than his mom, and even if he had said it to any other woman he hadn't really meant it. Yet he knew that was the only way to describe how he felt about her, when he was with her it was like being home, he felt safe and protected and he hadn't felt like that in a long time. Chris was staring at him in shock, as if she was trying to believe what he had said.
"Well say something," he asked in frustration
"What do you want me to say?" she asked
"I don't know, tell me you love me, tell me i'm wasting my time, tell me to go to hell, just something so that I don't have to constantly want you," Dean said angrily
Chris smiled sympathetically
"Have I really tortured you that much?" she asked
"Yes," Dean said seriously
"To hell with the prophecy," she thought as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him