Part 17
Dean's heart pounded. He'd asked her not to come. Had asked her to stay away. She'd shown up at nine and refused to leave… so he'd tired her out. Basking in the smell of her skin, the taste of it. Had almost wanted to keep his glasses on so he could see her for who she was the whole while. She hadn't asked about the lines of salt and dirt on every entrance to the room. One. His heart told him. One. He scribbled out the instructions as well as he was able. He could hear them. They were coming.
Carmen slept on as he finished his letter and shoved it into an envelope. He wrote Sam on the outside and prayed that Sam would stay away until late into the next day… or come before Carmen woke up. Just anything to spare her what he should have told her about. Carefully, he took off his necklace and put it around her neck. She didn't move.
Dean stared at her for five minutes before stepping over his salt and goofer dust lines. He could hear the growling. He made it all the way down the steps. He stared at his car for a good long while. He just wished they'd come and get it over with already. He lifted the garage door and sat in his chair. All they had to do was come for him. Dean wiped the tears from his face and took his glasses off.The garage door lowered with a growl. Dean didn't see anything but that didn't mean it wasn't there. A shadow leapt and darkened as it knocked him out of his chair and pinned him to the ground. It snarled at him but didn't rip him to shreds. Its breath stank as it bared its teeth and dripped saliva all over him. Its filthy claws bit into his flesh, blood welling around each like an overflowing dam. Then he heard the footsteps walking around his head. "Thought I'd come to collect you myself, Dean. I've been waiting for you."
TBC