So School starts tomorrow… and updating will start to cease. Once or twice a week probably, maybe three until September when dance starts. Oh goodness… summer is over….
Want to here something funny? While writing all of these chapters, I have to be careful and make sure to write 'Charly' and 'Sara' instead of 'Annie' or 'Gabi'. Sometimes when I go back to proof it, those names will be in there instead of the real ones… I need to let go of this attachment…
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Chapter 10: Fight
Dean and Sam were smart on at least one thing. They never went anywhere with out a flashlight. The each pulled one out of their jacket pockets and turned them on.
"You ok?" Dean asked me. I heard Sam do the same to Sara.
"Yeah… you?" I replied. He shone the light in my direction and I could finally see him. It relieved me some.
"Yeah, I'm good…" He whispered. I took one step closer to him and he did the same. Once we got close enough he grabbed my hand. "Whatever you do, until I say differently, don't let go." He told me. I looked up into his eyes and they were full of some kind of sincere seriousness I had never seen before. All I could do was nod.
"Sam? Sara?" I said, barely over a whisper. I was still facing Dean, and instead of hearing one of their voices reply, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
It scared the hell out of me. I jumped and turned around, only to see Sam laughing at how spooked I got.
"Hey, we're ok…" He told me. I took a deep breath and nodded. Then I looked down and saw that their hands were intertwined like ours. I smiled inwardly and took a step back towards Dean.
"So what are we going to do?" Sara asked.
"We have to destroy the ceiling somehow without killing ourselves." I said.
"But the ceiling is a mirror; if we destroy it that glass is going to crush us." Dean replied. No one had anything to say. Then it came to me.
"Wait… the roof can't be made of glass right?" I started, they nodded. "Well, then there has to be some kind of change and space in between it mirror and the actual roof, like an attic. So we just have to get into the attic, release the mirror, and then once it falls it will crash and we will be free."
"That's a pretty good idea…" Sam said. Sara and Dean agreed and we split up to look for the attic.
Dean's hand clutched mine in a death grip as we walked through the store.
"Hey Dean, I know you are just trying to make sure that I am still here and all, but cutting off all blood flow to my hand isn't such a great idea… then I might have to have it amputated and I wouldn't be as attractive anymore." I joked. He had been so tense and serious, but when I said that he actually let himself relax a little.
"Sorry…" He loosened his grip a little but not much. I just smiled and pulled him back so he would stop for a second. There was enough light so that I could see his face in some kind of illuminated glow. It would have been kind of romantic if this thing didn't have us in a death trap. I stared into his eyes and made him do the same.
"I know this is your job and you are just trying to get it done… you don't need me to worry about on top of that. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. But I do appreciate it." I told him. His face softened a little and he kissed my forehead lightly.
"I do have to worry about you… even if you can take care of yourself. I can't help it." He told me. I didn't feel like arguing with it at this point because there were more important things to do. Finally we found a door and opened it. Like we suspected it led to stairs and up to the attic.
"I'll go get the others…" I said before starting down the stairs. Before I could get all the way down he grabbed my arm and gently pulled me back.
"I don't think that's a good idea…" He told me. I just stared at him.
"It's better then you going down there… you find a way to release the mirror and then when I get them up here we can let it crash and get the hell out of here!" I exclaimed. He looked around hesitantly and finally sighed and gave it.
"Be careful." He said. I smiled and hugged him for a second.
"I will be." I assured him. He handed me the flashlight and then used a lighter to see his way around the attic. The windows up there were open and the moonlight gave the room some light.
I headed downstairs quietly and looked for Sam and Sara.
"Sara? Sam?" I whispered every few seconds. But I couldn't find them. I started hearing some noises upstairs and I got very anxious to find them and get back to Dean, I had a really bad feeling about something.
"Guys where are you?" I said, almost to myself. Then I felt another hand on my shoulder. This time instead of panicking I grabbed the hand, twisted it around and kicked the person to the floor. That was a mistake.
"Damn Charly…" Sam muttered. I looked up and saw Sara, she was just laughing.
"Well quit sneaking up on me!" I exclaimed as I helped him up.
"Where's Dean?" He asked.
"In the attic, trying to find some way to release the ceiling, I came down here to get you guys." I told them. We started heading back to the attic. But this spirit must have decided it was time to play games. One of the old wooden chests started to inch closer to us, then its motion changed from slow to quick, knocking all three of us down. We pushed it away and started running for the attic. Small objects started to throw themselves at us but we made it into the stair room and shut the door. We sighed, but then heard the noises upstairs again. The three of us looked at each other and darted up the stairs.
The spirit had taken a form. It lived in the mirror, but had taken shape and was attacking Dean. He must have forgotten his gun. And just earlier I thought he was being smart. Man was I wrong.
"Dean!" Sam yelled. Ok that was stupid to. It distracted Dean and gave the spirit a chance to throw this huge ball thingy at Dean's head and know him out.
"Shit." I said. Then I grabbed Sam's bag from him and searched through it. Certainly he wouldn't have forgotten a gun to. And he didn't. I pulled it out of his bag and aimed it at the ghost. It was full of rock salt and two shots repelled it.
"Next time think on your feet Sam." I muttered as I handed the gun to him and ran over to Dean. He was out cold. There was blood running from him head and when I looked down there was blood seeping through his shirt. Hesitantly I lifted it up and saw a cut along his stomach. I looked around the area and found a sharp statue thing that had blood on the tip of it. The spirit must have used it to cut him. The gash was pretty deep and bleeding badly. I didn't know what to do, so I just ripped off some of the inside of my jacket and wrapped it around his wound.
"I think I found the lever." Sam said.
"Then pull it!" I told him. He did, and in seconds the whole building shook some and there was a huge crash.
Our work was done. Between the three of us, we got the unconscious Dean down the stairs and into the car.
"Are we going to the hospital?" Sara asked. I looked up at Sam in the same curiosity.
"No, not now anyways. He will be ok, it's nothing to serious." He said, but I could feel the fear in this voice.
"Sam, why don't we just take him to a hospital and let them give the yes or no? I mean what can it hurt?" I asked him. There was uneasiness in his face.
"We just try to avoid them… I mean with fake insurance and all that, its not easy to pull off. He would kill me if he was ok and I took him." Sam said. I could tell he wasn't happy about it though.
I just closed my eyes and looked over at him. Sam took me and Dean back to the motel before taking Sara home. We laid him on my bed and for a few moments he woke up. I was sitting on the bed next to him trying to clean the cut on his stomach.
"So I wake up to find you taking advantage of me… I knew it…" He joked quietly, but I could see the pain in his face.
"Of course… how could I resist it?" I replied rolling my eyes. He laughed some but then winced when I pressed the rag filled with rubbing alcohol to his open wound.
Sam was right; he didn't need to go to the hospital. It wasn't anything that we couldn't fix.
"So what's the verdict?" He asked me. I smiled and finished putting the bandage on him.
"You're alright, but your head was bleeding to and you probably have a little bit of a concussion. So you need to sleep." I told him.
"Ok, I'll sleep on one condition." He said. I shook my head.
"You always have to make everything so damn difficult…" I teased. He smiled. "Ok, what condition?"
"Will you be here when I wake up?" He asked. I knew it probably had something to do with be disillusioned, but it was bittersweet that he would even ask.
"Where else would I be?" I whispered before leaning down and pressing my lips to his lightly. He kissed back for a moment then I pulled back. "Now sleep." I ordered. He smiled again and closed his eyes.
It was in that moment that I realized something that scared me more then a object possessing spirit. It scared me more then vampires and demons combined. It even scared me more then my reoccurring nightmares of Autumn and Emma.
I realized that I had more then 'just feelings' for him.
I realized that it was a very huge possibility that I was falling in love with Dean Winchester.