AN: Thanks for the reviews, here is another chapter for you guys. Enjoy. Read and Review please.

Chapter 4: The Story Behind the Bruises

They made it to Chloe's apartment after leaving the alley in fifteen minutes. After gathering their bags out of the car and into the apartment, Sam started to salt the place down, while Dean in the bathroom trying to clean his wounds. Chloe walked up to the door of the bathroom and lean against the door's sell. Dean had both hands on the sink with his eyes closed and bare chest, revealing the scars on his right side.

"Do you need any help," Chloe asked looking at his scars.

Dean turns his head to face Chloe and saw her staring at his scars. "You know they say women dig battle scars," he smiled when Chloe looked up at him.

"I don't know if I like these ones," walking further in the bathroom. "What did this?"

"A shadow demon."

"A shadow demon did this?"

"Don't let the name fool you. They're some nasty S.O.B when you confront them."

Chloe continue her way into the bathroom until she was right next to Dean. She grabbed the rag he was using and put it to his wounds. Dean closed his eyes and frowned to keep from showing the pain he was in.

"Sorry," she said removing the rag. "I don't see how you can do it? Getting knock down and getting right back up again. It seems…"

"Unnatural… you get use to it."

"Yeah but it seem like you should be invincible for this line of work."

"Not if you know what you're doing," he said before holding back a grunt.

"Sorry." Putting down the rag she grabbed the bandage wrap and hand it to him. "I'm sure you can handle this part on your own." She was about to leave when Dean's voice stopped her.

"We weren't going to come here," he said waiting until she turns around to face him to continue. "We, well I, was going to keep driving us to god knows where instead of stopping to clean ourselves up. I didn't care how bad I was because at that moment I was focus on driving as far away from Chicago. You could say I had a death wish. At least that what Sam say I have."

"Why, what happened in Chicago besides meeting with the shadow demons?"

Dean lowers his eyes from Chloe's gaze to the mirror. He stared at him self and then at Chloe through the mirror. "A lot of things happen in Chicago that I just want to forget."

"Dean, what happened," she said moving in close again.

"You know I should get this wrapped up before an infection start," he said while unwrapping the gauze and putting it around his scared side. Chloe studied Dean while he wrapped his wound. Something bad happened and he's not talking. He set behind his barrier again. I wish he'd just tell me, Chloe thought to herself. She walked out of the bathroom only to stop at the door frame again. With one last glance, it made her think of the time when he came in her room in Mercer to talk:

"No Dean I don't want a story. At first it was but now...it's like I want to know because it hurt to see you guys go through this. Until the whole story, I was thinking it was a man who went crazy and killed his wife. Blaming it on a thing and running away, taking his two sons with him. The more I know about you guys the more I get attach. I don't want a story, I want to know to understand and maybe to let the world know what really happened."

"The world isn't ready for this."

"Okay maybe the world isn't ready but I am. Dean I want you to trust me not for Sam sake but both of you. I felled in love with this case and you guys, like you were my own family. My lost family. And to know what happen to you and to know if you're safe would really matter to me. Can't you trust me just a little to tell me that?"

Dean stared at her a little before walking away from the door. He walked toward her scratching his head and sat down next to her. Chloe watched him the entire time. He looked up at her and she looked at him. Chloe never noticed his hazel-green eyes before and they were beautiful. She smiled at him and he just looked at her.

"Could we stop with the silent-romantic flick moment here," he frowned. "Or I'm leaving and I'm not telling you anything."

Chloe laughed out loud and tried to cover it before it got any louder. She looked back at Dean and he had a small grin on his face as he looked at her. Once she settles down she put back her serious face and asked him the question again.

"Now that that is over, tell me, is that why you don't trust me?"

Chloe snapped out of her thought when she heard Dean's voice.

"As much as I like when a woman stares at me, I would appreciate it if you don't."

Chloe shook her eyes off of him and completely left the door frame. Is that why you're not talking to me, Dean? You lost your trust in me. She walked in the living room to find Sam putting the container with the salt in it back in one of the bags they brought in. He looked up from the bag and smiled.

"I hope its okay with us being here and doing this. I mean this is your new apartment and we're here messing it up."

"No it's okay. I want you guys to feel welcome and if that mean you guys have to salt the place down then feel free to salt."

"It's just a precaution."

"Precaution from what Sam, the shadow demons? What happen in Chicago that you guys aren't telling me?" Sam just looks at her, with uncertainty on his face. "Don't I deserve the right to know if you guys are going to stay with me? I have the right to know. You guys come here all bruised up and you except me to sit around and say nothing…"

"Alright, alright I'll tell you. Just lay off the speech okay."

"Thank you, that all I'm asking."

Sam sat down on the couch to get comfortable and Chloe follow suit.

"It started off as a normal gig. Two people were murdered in Chicago in their home; only the strange things between the two were their hearts were missing. We went in and investigated, thinking it was a werewolf or some kind of spirit and that when we found some sort of symbol in one of the victim's house…" Chloe was hooked on the story Sam was telling her and didn't want to interrupt him, but she encouraged him to continue when he paused.

"What did the symbol stand for?"

"It was a symbol for Davaes, shadow demons. This particular demon needed to be summoned in order for it to attack someone. So we figure we'll try and figure out who is summoning these demons before it kills again. And we did…a girl name Meg Masters. What was strange was that this was a girl I met in Indiana a while back and here she was in Chicago. The same time we were in Chicago. It was later that we found out that she was give orders to control these demons and that the two victims were from Lawrence, Kansas. We figured that Meg, the victims, and this thing she's getting orders from, could be link to our mother's death. So we called our dad and told him everything we knew and went to go stop Meg, but we did it blind. It was a trap. A trap to use us to get to our dad and it worked. We got away before dad showed up and killed Meg. But sure enough when we arrived back in our motel, there was dad. To keep the long story short, we were attacked by the Davaes, we got away, and then we split. Again, no clue if our dad is alright or not."

"Did you try calling him?"

"All we ever get is his voice mail." There was a pause in the room.

"Well again I'm glad it was me you guys called," Chloe said smiling.

Sam smiled back.

Standing across the street under a tree stood a man and a woman. They were looking into the three side windows to Chloe's apartment with their red glowing eyes.

"It seems the boys are staying with someone,' the woman said.

"The more the merrier," the man said smiling at the woman.

The woman smiled back before they both disappeared in the dark.

AN: I hope you liked it, I know I did.