Author's Note: Hope you liked the cliff hanger I left, had so many ideas for this story but decided with this one, also have a storyline/plot for a sequel, but I'm not sure yet. Review please!
Oh God.
The edges of Eva's vision began to blur.
No way am I letting some crappy lil ghost kill me.
Eva grabbed Dean's shoulders and rammed her knee up into his groin, with a groan he hunched over and crumpled to the ground, letting go of Eva's airway. She slid sideways to the floor gasping for breath, clutching at her the sore skin around her neck.
"Why are you doing this," she breathed.
Dean still clutched his painful groin, but the spirit in him made him turn his head towards Eva.
"Because you're a cheap, dirty little whore, who opened her legs to a man she barely knew, hell even prostitutes are better than you," growled Dean.
Dean knew everything about the ghost, how he was killed by a group of men and a woman, he saw how the woman egged the men on by flashing various parts of her body and flirting. He saw how they beat Bobby, clubbing him, stamping on him until he died. He knew that the ghost would keep killing till he found the people who killed him; he had no mercy on others. He could feel the burning hot rage towards the men who beat him, but most of that anger was directed at the woman. Some of that anger was being released by beating Eva. The spirit had somehow got into its head that by punishing Eva he was punishing the woman who had killed him, and Dean knew he wouldn't stop until every breath in Eva's body was gone.
This had never happened to Dean. He'd always had control over his actions, but now everything he did and said was the spirit. He was helpless. He could only watch as his own hands strangled Eva. He tried desperately to stop himself, but was powerless.
Eva struggled to her feet, and looked down on Dean, "Nice as that was, I'll be off now."
She took a step to walk past Dean but a strong hand around her ankle stopped her. A sudden jerk left her flat on her back, groaning at the pain. Her other leg swung in an arch catching the side of Dean's head, sending him flying off to the side. She flipped her self over scrabbling along her knees to get away. Once again an iron hard grip caught her ankle and yanked her backwards. Dean grabbed her elbow and turned her over with one hand and slammed a fist into Eva's face with the other. Her cheek slapped the floor as she blinked back the stars from Dean's punch.
Fuck that hurt she thought.
She arched her body up and swung her head back, before Dean knew it, the top of Eva's head connected with his forehead. Dean flew backwards off Eva, both cradling their heads. Eva used the wall to help herself up and watched as Dean's blurry form staggered up.
"What…..do you want from me?" she panted.
"Your life, "Dean smirked.
That's when Eva noticed the embankment behind Dean, in a matter of seconds she was charging towards him. Dean's eyes widened as Eva hurtled in his direction; she made contact with his abdomen sending both of them over the edge. They tumbled over each other, smashing into trees on their way down, twigs and branches tearing at their clothes. With a thud they landed in unison, both of them not moving.
Eva's eyes blinked open, her whole body ached and small grazes stung. She propped her self up onto her elbows to see Dean on his knees rubbing his head. Hearing the movement his head snapped in her direction.
"Fuck."
In a few strides Dean was standing above her, he straddled her body and raised his fist once again. He landed two more punches to Eva's face, splitting her lip and leaving a small mark under eye.
Sam exited the gents still zipping his jeans closed and looked up to see the bar stools where Eva and Dean should be, gone.
"Son of a bitch."
He grabbed his jacket and left the bar; reaching into his jean pocket he pulled out his phone and flipped it open. Flicking through his phonebook he came across Dean's name he clicked the green phone and listened for the dial tone.
What surprised him the most wasn't Dean not answering straight away, but the fact that he could hear Dean's ACDC ring tone nearby. He followed the sound round to the side of the bar, and found nothing, but could still hear the phone ringing. He listened intently, noticing how it was coming from down the embankment; he rushed to the edge and looked down. He gasped at the sight before him.
Dean had a strong hold on Eva's throat, her eyes were desperately trying not to close, her hands were trying to claw at Dean's face, they slipped from his face falling to the leaves below her and she lay still.