Echo on the wind chapter 5
Break down here
Nathalia pov
Crunch! The sound of my new combat boots crushing down into the snow; finally, finally three days after the gathering party a group of hunters sent out last year had returned with news of where Kevin Tran the prophet is at.
Dean had not a single care in the world about Donner summit closing in with snow, him and I left that day with Jerry and Sam to go retrieve Kevin. John and Mary are staying behind with Anna and the other group of five hunters that we are calling peace Keepers to take care of the camp.
"Nathalia, hold your pace. We're entering the city." Dean warns me as we near the city limits of Auburn County, little does Dean know I'm perfectly fine running on ahead by myself.
"She looks like an animal." I hear Jerry mutter to Sam as I suddenly crouch down on the roof of an old Mustang, one hand pressed flush against the cold metal as I look around myself and listen careful for any signs of danger.
Dean gives me a strange look as he watches me, I'm sure he's never encountered someone like me that has returned to the primal instincts in order to survive this mass disaster.
Just as the group passes the hood of the car I leap off the hood and land beside Dean only to run passed and out into the middle of a four way intersection.
I hear some scuffling nearby and whirl to my left taking a defensive stance as I pull free the 40 cal Desert eagle strapped to my hip. The entire group freezes in their tracks and watches me as my eyes lock in on a black van that appears to still be running, there are people inside, or demons, or Croats either way I will shoot if I have to.
When no one moves I let out a loud shriek that sounds a lot like a Croatoan infected human, several men come flying out of the van.
"Who are you?!" I demand from them, but I lower my gun immediately as I see the tall bald man standing at the head of the group.
"Samuel." I say, I cannot believe he managed to survive all this, though it really should surprise me, after all he trained me and I survived just fine.
"Nathalia, good to see you alive…and traveling with my grandsons." Samuel says looking over to Dean and Sam, he makes one hand gesture to his team and they lower their guns allowing me to step forward.
"Samuel I'm so relieved to see you're okay!" I exclaim as if I we're a child finding her father after so many long years of being separated in a war torn city.
"Good to see you to Kiddo…mind telling me what is going on?" Samuel asks extending a hand shake to Sam who accepts but pulls him into a hug. Dean stands there glaring at Samuel, they must have a hatred for each other.
"Hello again Dean." A dark curly haired gal says walking over to hug Dean. "Gwen." Dean greets having no problems hugging the woman.
"So you guys are relatives?" I ask somewhat shocked. "Yes." Sam replies as if that should be obvious. "So you're the one who turned her into this-
"Dean, he's the one who stopped me from becoming a monster." I interrupt him getting right in his face. "Looks like your monster enough to me, only difference is you don't kill humans." Dean growls, in a flash my fist is planted in his jaw.
"Won't kill a human? You really wanna test that Winchester!" I shout at him only to swing my foot around and clobber him in the chest, he fumbles back and draws the colt on me. I walk right up to the outstretched barrel that's right above my heart.
"Go ahead Dean, pull the trigger. One less problem in your life? One less annoyance, one more grievance taken out of your daily headache. So long as you know I forgive you before you pull the trigger, in the end you'd be doing ME a favor. Not yourself." I say to him with a volatile, and very Venomous sneer.
He pulls the hammer back on the revolver and I lock eyes with him. "Go ahead Dean, I'm not afraid to die. Are you afraid to lose me though?" As soon as I say this he lower the gun and releases the hammer.
"Are you kids done flirting?" Samuel asks, I'm about to answer with my own sarcastic remark but another noise brings me to attention.
Military agents, displaced and infected. "Nathalia!" Dean shouts after me as I turn and run for the corner store, I dive right through the glass and pull the Machete that John gave me lopping off two heads immediately.
RAAAWWWAAAAAEEER! A third Croatoan shrieks at me slashing at me, it's clawed hand slashes at my skin and I swing my Machete at it taking its head off as well.
A fourth runs out the door zeroing in on Dean. "Oh no you don't bitch!" I shout after it leaping back through the window into the snow covered street.
"Dean get down!" I shout to him, he does as told and I take the shot with my desert eagle. Six rounds later the Croat actually drops.
Dean pov
"Nat-
"Dean stay back, she's been infected." Sam warns. "I'm not infected, I'm immune, Dominatrix blood." Nathalia reminds me, a relieved breath leave my lungs as I hug her relieved that she's not to badly injured.
"Let me go Jackass, you tried to shoot me…twice now!" She shouts pushing me away, I give her a rather pathetic but she ignores it.
"Where are you two heading, if your wandering we could take you back to our compound-
"We're traveling from our own village to rescue someone…thanks anyways." I interrupt then walk passed, Jerry gives a shrug and follows me. Then Nathalia, then Sam after giving Samuel an apologetic look.
"Sam, we can help-
"Pass!" I shout back. "Dean come on, they are family. What would mom say if she found out about this?" Sam stops to argue.
"Yeah what would mom say if she found out her father tried to kill us for John being our father?" I retort. "She will handle that on her own-
"Mary is alive?" Samuel demands. "Yeah she is, she's back at our village." I reply giving him a warning look. "Take me back there-
"We will, if you go with us to Arizona and help recover the prophet. If you can prove to us that this isn't some scheme put together to kill us again. We'll take you back there, otherwise I'll just let mom know you didn't care enough to come back and that you tried to kill me twice and Sammy once." The offer is out there now it's up to Samuel what to do with it….
Nathalia pov (10 hours later outside Los Angeles city limit)
It's been two hours since everyone went to bed, except Dean, he stayed up to take first watch because I wandered off to explore a little and see if I could find anything worth my while.
But now I've returned to find him sitting on the trunk of a Honda civic drinking a cold beer and watching the stars that you can actually see.
"Dean." I call his name in a peaceful manner, in my time running the city streets it really occurred to me that this wild child thing isn't as much fun anymore. Sure I like being outside the village and being legally able to blow shit up in the city, play with a fire hose, and kill anything that walks but…I actually like the domestication of living in the village and living with Dean.
What really got to me about an hour ago is thinking to earlier on in this trip when Dean pulled the gun on me, I could see in his eyes that he wasn't going to actually shoot me. He loves me too much, which brought me around to the words I said to him before he put the gun down. I wouldn't have said that if I didn't love him to, the only reason I haven't acted on that feeling thus far is because I didn't understand what it was I was feeling.
I've gone so long not knowing what love is, or really caring about anyone, being completely numb that when my subconscious mind found love I didn't even know it.
Of course I really, truly realized and admitted it when that Croat went after Dean, the thought of him dying damn near sent me into a frenzy that would've ended in a lot of survivors dead as well as the Winchester and Campbell family.
"Come to start a fight again? Really not in the mood right now." Dean says, then tosses back a swig of his beer. I move to stand right between his knees, I steal the beer from him and take a drink.
"No actually I didn't." I reply setting the beer down next to him but out of his reach, he looks down at me still clearly pissed at me from today's events. Him and everyone else except Gwen and Samuel have been yelling at me like a little kid, stop playing with that, stop jumping on there, don't blow that up, why did you just break that window.
"Then what is it that you want? Unless someone's dead, dying or bleeding I don't wanna talk to you." Dean snaps pushing his hand against my bare stomach trying to get me away from him.
"Good, because I don't know what to say to you." I reply then reach up to the collar of his jacket and pull him down to my height, we're nose to nose at this point. I'm hesitating right now; I don't know how he'll react to me just kissing him.
So I wait and let him make the next move, the hand pressed against my stomach moves to my hip as his other hand moves to my lower back pulling me closer. His lips crash into mine, home, this feels like home, wherever he is, that's where my home is. As long as I have him I can get through anything, I can make any place into our home.
Dean's hands move to the back side of my thighs, my breathing hitches as he lifts me off the ground and onto his lap leaning back against the windshield of the car, our lips never parting as we both relax enough to actually enjoy this moment.
"Does this mean I can stay beyond spring?" The question comes into my mind and I break the kiss just to ask that question.
"You can stay as long as you want." Dean replies, his words bring a thought into my head that really has me disturbed. "If Kevin can put everything back to the way it was? Does that mean you and I-
"I don't know Nathalia, if I knew I'd tell you but that's something I don't. All I can say is just enjoy this time we do have, we'll figure the rest out when we get there." Dean interrupts me, he's right, there's no sense in stressing on things that haven't happened yet.
"I love you, Dean." I say to him after resting my head on his chest. "I love you, Nathalia." He rumbles back, my fingers tangle into his shirt as I drift off to sleep.
Sam pov
"Dean." I say jabbing him the ribs a few times, his eyes open and he glares at me. "What happened last night?"I ask him as I'm pointing to Nathalia whose sound asleep on top of him.
"I won, that's what happened. Apparently she loves men who try to shoot her a few times." Dean teases as Nat begins stirring, coming back to the waking world.
"Good morning Dean…Sammy." She yawns once her eyes are open. "You two slept well last night." Samuel comments from where the rest of the family is standing behind the van waiting for my brother and Nathalia to get up. We got to get on the road and get to Crowley's layer so we can get Kevin and the tablet back and hopefully get home….