*Sam's point of view*
"It's Darcy." She let her arms fall to her sides.
"What?"
"My name. It's Darcy."
She slowly turned around and began making her way towards the door before letting out a shriek. She collapsed onto the floor and I knew that Darcy had left the building; but would be returning soon. I ran over to Dean and kneeled down on my knees.
"Dean, are you alright?"
"Son of a bitch." He muttered under his breath. I helped him get to his feet, dust him off and then realize that Dean was staring at something. I turned around to see what it was, but it was nothing. And that's it; no one. No one was there. Dallas! I thought. Shit! She couldn't have gone far!
Dean bolted out the door and to the Impala. I heard the trunk of the Impala open then close shortly after.
"You stay here Sam while I go look for her!" He shouted from outside of the cabin.
Why would Dallas leave the cabin? She knows that there is nothing but forest out there. Shit. I ran to door looking around the dark, empty forest.
"Dean! Dean!" I shouted "Dallas didn't leave! She's in the cabi-" I was interrupted by a seductive-but familiar- voice.
"He'll figure it out sooner or later." I turned around to see Dallas sitting on the book covered table. But was it Dallas or Darcy?
"Dallas?"
"Wrong."
"But why?" I asked
"What? Am I not allowed to be alone with you Sammy?" She said with a smirk on her face.
"No. Why did you act like you were Dallas and ran away?" I asked, desperately wanting an answer. But I didn't get one. She moved closer to me and she let her eyes explore my face.
"You know, I don't know why Dallas picked Dean. You are the better looking one." She said with lust on her voice. I know where this would lead so I took a step back.
"Oh c'mon Sammy-"
"Stop! Just give us back Dallas!" I demanded. She looked at me with confusion in her face. "But don't you want me Sammy?" She asked moving closer to me. Every step she took towards me, I would take a step back.
"No!" I shouted as a forced my eyes shut. I didn't want to see the monster Dallas had become. And that's exactly what she was; a monster. But this monster wanted me? Why?
I heard a shriek and then opened my eyes to see Dallas on the floor on all fours breathing heavy. I kneeled down and helped her up. I knew she wasn't the monster I was talking to before so I wasn't afraid to be with her, or touch her.
She was on her feet now grabbing onto my arms as if they were grenades ready to blow. Her head slowly came up and I couldn't help but notice her eyes. They weren't violet anymore; they were red. "Dallas" I whispered. She continued to look into my eyes without saying a word. "Dallas" I repeated.
Dean barged through the door way and let out a huge breath. "Dallas" he said. Seems like he was at a loss of words too. "Here, take her" I said loosening her grip and handed her over to Dean.
He forced his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. His eyes were closed but I knew he was fighting back tears. Dallas meant a lot to Dean. But I guess I never really noticed that until now.