-:- Chapter Two -:- Oh God, Sammy... -:-
"Sam? Hey dude breath would you?" Dean said, panick creeping its way up through his spine.
"Dean. Cassie...Oh God...Dude she's dead." Sam said stumbling over his words.
"What?"
"Cassie's dead."
"Sammy... What killed her? Was it something supernatural?" Dean asked, the realization had yet to hit him.
"Um not exactly. But Dean if we go to evange her, you will lose more than one person that you love." Sam threatened.
"Fuck you Sammy, we're going!"
"THEN YOU CONDEMN ME TO DEATH!" Sam screamed at Dean.
"What? Sammy I have to kill that thing! I have to kill the thing that killed her!"
"Dean you're not listening to me! If I go it's gonna kill me too!"
"Fine, Sammy I don't want to put in danger, but I have to go. I have to kill it!"
"Dean please don't go. Either way we'll both be dead. Just please stay here with me. Do what you do best." Sam pleaded, his puupy dog eyes working over time.
"And what would that be?" Dean said, cockoing an eye brow.
"Protect me, keep me safe, and warm. Keeping me happy." Sammy said, trying his damnedest to be seductive and sexual.
"Oh Ya. Thats what you know that I do best, but Sammy, you have know idea what you're missing." Dean pointed out being just as sensual.
"Ya, well why don't you show me what I'm missing." Sam said walking over to where Dean was standing. He took a handful of his hair in his hands and pushed his tongue into his mouth, as far as it would go. The only time they broke apart was for live giving oxygen.
"Are you...sure bout...this Sammy?" Dean questioned, between kisses.
"Yes Dean. I'm tierd of waiting. I need to know what you taste like, I need to know every inch of you." Sam stated looking Dean square in the eyes.
"God Sammy. You have know idea how turned on I am right know." Dean stated pushing Sammy on to the bed, where Dean then tackled him.
-:- Cassie's POV -:-
The faint sound of Sam chanting came through the phone, and she then realized that she was alone. She was going to die, all alone, with no one here to comfort here. Her sowwors quickly turned to anger and rage. The only time she needed him, and he was to busy, probably fucking Sam. Which she wouldn't put past Dean, after seeing how good damn protective of him he was.
As the creatuer with the saw stalked closer to her, she beggan to feel her fear rising up in her agian. An aganising scream excaped from her lips as the saw ripped through arm, dropping cell phone. As it went to grab her he stepped on the phone terrminating the call.
Okay so I felt like being evil tonigh, it short and very evil. So please reviwe and I'll be nice and finish the first part to the chapter. Grins Evily