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Chapter 4: Dirty Deeds

We had a plan. And I prayed to God that it would work. I didn't want to be this things plaything for a couple minutes then end up with a mutilated corpse. It was scary, but I had faith in the guys. They had told me about some of their past hunts, some of it to boost my confidence in them, and some of it to brag, but it worked. And I felt safe… well not completely safe, but safe enough.

I knocked on his door.

"Bella?" Erik said, his voice full of mock concern.

"Hey Erik… I just, I needed to be somewhere else. I've been at a motel the last couple of nights, just trying to forget everything that has happened, but I can't be alone anymore." I said to him. Being as convincing as possible.

"Sure, come in." He said, welcoming me in, putting one arm behind my back.

"It's all just so surreal, like a bad dream… I can't really feel anything at all. She was my best friend you know?" I told him, tears coming in my eyes. Even though I was just trying to pretend, it was true.

He sat me down, and then placed his self next to me and loosely draped one arm over my shoulders. The uncomfortable feeling immediately pulsed through my veins and my head was screaming for me to run away, but I couldn't. I knew what I had to do, and that wasn't it.

"It's normal I'm sure… but I'll be happy to keep you company for the night. You can stay here, my roommate is visiting his parents. Just don't let the dorm people know, they might not be so happy about it." He tried to tease. I looked up in his eyes, and then I saw it.

The hunger was starting to consume him. It was slow, but it would happen, and I just had to help bring it on as fast as possible so that we could get this over with.

So I smiled sweetly, with the tears still glistening in my eyes. "Thanks Erik, I knew I could count on you." I said quietly before I leaned over to hug him. He stiffened, but still had some control and let his arms wrap themselves around me. I nuzzled my face into his chest some and closed my eyes. I could feel him trying to stay in control. And I was scared.

"Of course Bella…" He said darkly. I yawned some. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Not since the day I found Lindsay…" I lied. "That motel room was so crappy, and cold. I'm glad I came to you." I told him, still leaning against his body.

"Me to…" He said.

I almost felt bad, because I knew he couldn't control this part of him, and I knew he needed it for survival. But he was fighting against it so hard.

But he was evil, and he killed my friend. And I wasn't going to let him kill anyone else.

"Would you mind if I fell asleep like this?" I asked, yawning again.

"N-no… of course not…" He started stammering.

I pretended to be asleep, or to start to fall asleep anyways, and then I felt it. His hands started roaming my back, and then they were in my hair. The next thing was his lips on my neck, so forcefully that it was almost painful.

I pretended to wake up the same way that I pretended to fall asleep.

"Erik… what…" But then his lips were on mine. That was painful. I tried pushing him away, but he yanked me up by my hair and pushed me against the wall.

"I'm sorry Bella… but I have to…" He said harshly. I looked in his eyes, the hunger was there, it was to much to deny anymore. He ripped at my clothes until I was just standing in my underwear. I tried to fight, and was cursing Sam and Dean in my head.

Then I felt it, the twisting pain in my stomach… and the knife that had started to cause it. I screamed as loud as I could.

"It will all be over soon…" He told me. I started fighting harder. Screw Sam and Dean, they weren't coming in anytime soon, I had to get myself out of this. I wiggled around and somehow found a way to kick him out of my way and started running for the door. But he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down to the floor. I hit my head on the ground, and starting hitting it with my fists, hoping someone would hear. He pulled me back towards him and then hovered over me, a knife still in his hands, covered in my blood. Most of his clothes were off as well… and I started to panic.

Until I heard it.

'You can trust them… just be patient…'

The voice told me. I silently agreed, and the monster started to do what he had to. I felt the tears run down my face as he ran the knife smoothly along other areas of me, like my arms and legs, making small cuts every now and then. And just before I thought all hope was lost, I heard a voice that sounded like an angel.

"Sorry to ruin the party…" Dean said, and threw a whole can of gasoline on Erik, then in one swift second, he threw a match onto Erik and in the same second, Sam snatched me out from underneath him and cradled my shaking body in his arms.

I watched Erik's body burn and sighed in relief.

It was all over.

Sam had grabbed a blanket to cover me. Somehow, at this point all my clothes had been discarded… but I couldn't remember how.

"You okay?" Dean asked, he had to grab my face to force me to look in his eyes.

"No… but I think I will be… just… blood… and he… and my head hit the ground and…" I was rambling so incoherently, but what had they expected? They looked at each other, and Dean nodded before taking me from Sam and carrying me back to their car.

Sam drove, and Dean held me tightly in the backseat.

"I'm sorry we had to do that…" He told me.

"It was for the best…. Hell it was my idea…" I replied. "I just didn't realize how far it actually had to go before you could kill him. But I'm alive… and I guess that's the important thing."

"It is…" He replied. We got to the motel, and he carried me into the room and sat me down.

"Ok, why don't you put something on so we can look at those cuts." Dean suggested. I nodded, got up and put on some shorts and a tank top that I folded over so that they could see the gash in my stomach then I sat back down on the bed.

"Ow… that looks painful…" Sam said.

"Feels painful to." I replied. Dean got a rag that had rubbing alcohol on it and pressed it to the wound. I cringed in pain. Instead of any words, he just looked at me and handed me a whiskey bottle.

At that moment, I knew me and this guy would definitely get along.

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"Bella?" I heard someone whispering my name in the middle of the night.

"Huh?" I replied to the voice.

"Didn't think you'd be asleep." It was Dean.

"It's kind of hard to when you keep having visions of some monster touching you and using a knife on your flesh." I told him, trying to get more comfortable with what had happened. I heard him chuckle some and then roll over from his spot on the floor so that he could face me.

"Comfy down there?" I asked.

"Not a bit." He replied. I just laughed.

"Are you going to be alright?" He asked. I sighed some.

"You know… I can't really say… but I've been thinking… and I think I'm going to leave school. I have my credits and can get my diploma now so its not like I won't graduate… but I don't want to be here anymore. Not with these memories." I told him. He just nodded.

"Well, we have to leave tomorrow. But if we are ever around again, we'll look you up." He said. And I could sense something in his voice.

It was uncomfortable for him to be that sweet to me, it was unnatural, but he had attempted it. Just because he knew it would sound good to me. But what did it mean? Was it an odd uncomfortable or a good uncomfortable…?

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(Dean's POV)

I had a problem. I had plenty of lines running through my head, and part of me really wanted to use them. But I couldn't, not on her. I started to… it would be easy. It would be bad, considering she had just gone through what was probably and would most likely be the most traumatic experience in her life and I only had one thing on my mind.

I really was a jerk. But most of the time I could deal with that.

But the minute I saw those eyes, any instinct that I usually had completely froze and I could barely get a word it. It wasn't normal, and I think, with that odd crazy sense thing she had, she could feel it. And she thought I hated her or something.

We were leaving the next day though, and I couldn't be happier. Because then, maybe this whole confusion and uncomfortable unnatural feeling would just leave. And I could be myself again. I missed that guy, he got what he wanted.

We had random conversations through out the night, but nothing important, nothing even comfortable. She couldn't sleep because of the events, and I couldn't sleep knowing that she was just feet away from me. So we tried to do the best we could.

Then morning rolled around and Sam and I headed back on the road.