May was the first to wake up the next morning, her eyes flashing open to meet the alarm clock that read six o'clock. Everything that had happened the last two days had been awful, and she was emotionally tired from it. She just had to keep convincing herself that eventually, everything would be right again.
Stifling a yawn, May sat up from the bed. It was so much better than the dock she had slept on the night before. Seeing Dean sprawled uncomfortably on the floor, she frowned. Shaking her head and reminding herself to just pretend, she walked over to her bag and pulled out some clothes. With her clothes in her arms, she stepped over Dean and made her way to the bathroom.
She turned to water in the shower on, holding a hand out to test the temperature as she adjusted the nozzles. Finding a temperature she liked, she undressed before stepping into the shower. She didn't think as she washed her hair and body, shaved her legs and went about her normal routine. It wasn't until she was ready to get out, that something overwhelmed her. With the warm water pouring onto her head, down her body, she did something she promised herself she wouldn't do. She cried.
One tear dripped down her cheek, clashing with the water from the shower. That one tear opened a gateway. She couldn't stop them, the tears flowed. She covered her mouth to keep from sobbing, knowing that Sam and Dean could probably hear her. She couldn't let them know how broken up she was about this. She had to hold it in, but she couldn't.
The tears already flowing, she decided she would give herself this one time to let it go. So she cried. She cried about Dean, about her father whom she hadn't seen in so long, about her mother who died when she was five, about everything. All the sadness she had been bottling inside, trying not to show, came crashing out. Her bare back pressing against the glass wall of the shower, she slid to the floor. Pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her body, she buried her face into her knees and let it all out. She began to sob, weeping for the first time in ages.
She tried to keep it quiet, but Dean heard her. With guilt in his heart, he rested his head against the bathroom door. He couldn't believe what he had done. He had never felt so much regret before. He felt awful. He had to get things back to the way they were. He had to explain to her, to get her to forgive him. He needed her back.
May didn't know how much time had passed until she ran out of tears. She didn't really care, either. The once burning water had now turned cold, and she knew it was time to get out. Standing, she let the cool water rush on her face, ridding herself of any tear marks that may reside, before turning the water off.
With a deep, choked breath, she grabbed a clean towel from the rack and began to dry herself, before wrapping it around her body. She stepped out of the shower and walked over to the sink. She wiped her hand across the fogged mirror, clearing a space where she could see herself. She looked awful. Despite the last minute of cold water, her face was still red and puffy, something that would go away in a few minutes. But she felt good.
It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She hadn't cried in years, and never like that. Her father always told her to hold her tears and sadness and anger in; that releasing it would only hurt her more, but she felt great. She wanted to laugh at this feeling. She was crying hysterically just minutes ago, and now she felt fine. Better than fine.
With a small smile, she picked up the motel hairdryer and began to dry her hair, occasionally brushing through it with her hairbrush. She felt so much calmer than she had at the dock. She felt relaxed, even though she knew the second she walked out of the bathroom, Dean would be waiting for her. She felt like she could deal with it, without anymore sadness.
Once her hair was dry, she put down the hairdryer and began to apply her makeup. She knew Sam and Dean would be able to tell she had been crying if she walked out with this face. After carefully applying her makeup, she took a good look at herself. She looked better. She didn't look happy, nor did she feel happy, but she didn't look like she had been crying, and that was enough.
With her makeup done, she got dressed, adorning a simple outfit of dark blue skinny jeans and a fitting red t-shirt with black rims. She folded her towels, hanging them up before grabbing her pajamas off the floor. She opened the bathroom door and walked forward, eyes straight ahead. She walked back over to her bag, stuffing her pajamas back in it, before she turned around for the door, but someone blocked her way.
"We need to talk." Dean demanded, standing in the way of the door, blocking her escape. She looked up at him with narrowed eyebrows. Not out of anger, but of annoyance.
"There's nothing to talk about." She told him, before pushing him to the side just enough so she could walk past him. She opened the door, walking out into the light of day. It was still pretty early, say eight or so.
"The hell there isn't." He growled, following after her as she made her way down the street.
"I told you to be happy with Cassie. I don't need an explanation." May told him, never stopping to look back at him. Even as she reached her destination, entering the diner, she didn't look at him. At the 'seat yourself' sign, she took a seat at a booth near the door, Dean sitting across from her, forcing her to look at him. She rolled her eyes, grabbing a menu that rested against the condiment container, opening it to the breakfast side and looking at her options.
"Cassie isn't the one I want to be with!" He shouted. Looking around, he noticed there weren't any other customers, and all the staff was in the kitchen. He was glad, but he still would have shouted it if there were other customers.
"Dean," May sighed, before looking up from the menu, staring into his hazel eyes, "I don't want to hear it. I'm fine. You can be happy with any girl you want." She told him, honestly. She meant it. She wanted him to happy, but… she didn't want him to showcase his happiness around her. She didn't want to see him happy with another woman. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it?
"Then let me be happy with you." He pleaded, resting his big hand atop of hers. She pulled it away, cursing herself for hesitating. She didn't respond to him. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to be happy with him, she wanted to be with him. But she couldn't be. It would only cause more heartache. Seeing as she wasn't going to reply, he left angrily. Slamming the wall with his fist on his way out, frightening the young waiter that worked there.
An hour later, and the two found themselves in Dean's car. She offered her usual place at the passengers side to Sam, and had taken to sitting in the back. After she had returned from breakfast, Dean was already packing their stuff into the trunk. Sam explained to her that they found a lead on a new case. Children had been going missing around the same area.
When some teenagers were scouting through an old building, they came across a pile of flesh and cloth. The police said that it was the flesh of the children, that someone had taken them and cut all their skin off, taking only the bones with them. It sickened her, but it wasn't the worst creature she heard of.
In the car, Sam decided to do all the talking, asking May questions about the creature. She was grateful, as things were less awkward when they were talking about work. The thought of just going home, leaving Sam and Dean to their own, had never even crossed her mind. She knew stuff their father didn't have in his journal. She was skilled enough to give them stitches and patch them up because they couldn't go to the hospital unless they were dying. She couldn't abandon them.
"It sounds like a Rawhead." She answered him after he asked what she thought the creature could be.
"You mean, like, the boogeyman?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Out of the rear view mirror, he saw her nod.
"A british boogeyman." She corrected, "It's called Rawhead and Bloody Bones. It has a head of nothing but flesh and blood. Though, the Bloody Bones part is because he's said to sit on on the bones of naughty children." She added. With nothing more to ask, Sam let the silence overcome them, and the rest of the way to their destination was filled with awkward silence. May knew they were going to be in Kansas, but didn't know where, exactly.
It was night by the time they reached the abandoned building. The second they were out the doors of the Impala, the case officially started. A scream was heard from the inside. That wasn't good. Moving towards the back of the car, Sam and Dean opened the trunk, May standing to the side. After looking over all the weapons in the trunk, Dean pulls out two tasers, handing one to Sam.
"What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asked, holding the taser in his hand and examining it.
"A hundred thousand volts." Dean replied with a grin, grabbing his own taser in his hand and holding it tightly.
"Damn." Sam laughed as he shook his head. A hundred thousand volts was a lot; more than the average power of the best electric fence there is.
"Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count." Nodding at each other in understanding, they headed towards the door.
"May, stay with me." Sam ordered, to which May nodded. She wasn't like them. She couldn't kill one of these creatures herself like they could. She only actually went in with them incase they needed her medical assistance or her knowledge. She had proven useful in those ways, but she couldn't hold a weapon and that made her a liability.
With their guns drawn and ready to attack anything that moved, and their flashlights lighting their way, they made their way down to the basement. From the legends May knew of, the Rawhead only liked to remain in the dark. There were no windows in the basement, so it was the best place to look.
A slight rumbling sound was heard, and May jumped. Sam moved in front of her and Dean took the lead, searching for the source of the sound. It came from a small cupboard. The brothers raised their guns, pointing them at the cupboard.
"On three," Dean whispered, looking at Sam, "One, two, three!" He pulled open the door, presenting two small children hiding inside, their hands over their ears. They both looked at the three with scared and pleading eyes.
"Is it still here?" Sam asked the two children, still whispering. They nodded.
"Ok. Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here. Let's go, let's go." Dean commanded the little boy, helping him out of their hiding spot. The little girl grabbed May's hand, squeezing it tightly as they made their way over to the stairs. "Alright, go!" Dean demanded, putting a hand on Sam's back and pushing him forward. May and the little girl ran up, reaching the stairs first, the little boy just behind them, and Sam behind him.
Before Sam can reach the top of the stairs, a hand latches onto his leg from under the stairs, knocking him down. The children scream in terror, rushing up the rest of the steps, tears falling from their eyes, their bodies shaking in fear.
"Sam!" Dean shouts, before aiming his taser and pointing it at the dark, where he saw the creature, but he misses the Rawhead, instead only scaring him away.
"Sam, May! Get 'em outta here!" He yells. May grabs the little boys hand as well, pulling both the children close to her. With the hand on his leg now gone, Sam stood up, turning around and tossing his taser to Dean.
"Here, take this!" He shouted, before dashing up the stairs, to May and the children. As soon as he was on the ground floor, they rushed outside, into safety.
With Dean now alone with the Rawhead in the dark, he moves around cautiously, searching for the creature. He's surprised when the raggedy, bleeding creature leaps behind him, pushing him down and causing him to lose his gun, and taser. Trying to find his fallen weapons, he glances around, before scrambling backwards over a puddle, having spotted his taser. With his back pressed against a concrete wall, his hand reaches over to grab the taser.
The Rawhead moves towards him, it's own feet splashing in the puddle of water. He could make out his horrifying features, but only barely. A tattered mass of bloody flesh, covered only slightly with a dirty brown beard. It looked as though a bear had mauled the creatures face. Dean shoots the taser. It hits the creature, shocking it with a hundred thousand volts, and the creature trembles. The electricity transferred from the creature to the water. Dean couldn't get out of the puddle in time, and he gasped, feeling the volts hit his own body. He could only keep his eyes open long enough to watch the creature fall, before he lost consciousness.
"Dean!" May cries, rushing down the stairs, spotting him passed out in a corner. She ignored the body of the Rawhead completely, instead rushing towards him. She kneeled on the ground next to him, and it didn't take her long to put the pieces together. The taser in his hand, the puddle below him, and the creature just on the edge of the water.
"Sam!" She screamed, grabbing Deans head and holding it in her hands, resting it on her legs. She looked down at him with worry, silently praying he was alright somehow.
"SAM!" She cried once more, just as the brother appeared from the stairs. He spotted Dean and rushed over, dropping to the ground. He examined him for a moment, before putting his hands under his legs and on his back, lifting him from the ground.
"We have to take him to a hospital." Sam commanded as he carried Dean's unconscious body up the stairs and out of the building. The children were sitting in the backseat of the car, hugging each other, terrified. Grabbing the keys from Dean's leather jacket, Sam set him in the passenger's seat, before getting in the drivers spot and starting the car. May took to sitting behind Dean, next to the little girl, who immediately grabbed her hand. May held it tightly, worried for both the children and Dean.
Okay. So chapter three. Don't worry, don't worry. It won't be all angst.
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