My heart was pounding in my chest, I was actually thinking that it might explode.
"Irisssssssssss." The man hissed, appearing right in front of me. He slowly started walking again, but as soon as he reached the salt line, he looked down with disgust.
"Iris, why would you do this?"
"My name isn't Iris!" I shouted
"Iris, come over here. I just want to talk."
My legs buckled beneath me, I slowly crumpled into the floor. What the hell is happening?! This cannot be real. Then came a loud crash, the night table thrown across the room. I look back to the man, he looks furious. My lips started to quiver, and I jumped when he flipped the couch. I ducked my head down, covering the back with my arms, and I started to cry.
"Please stop!" I shout.
"Irissssssss." That hiss sent shivers up my spine.
"GO AWAY!" I scream, only to be drowned out by another crash. I peek up to see that the coffee table was thrown into the kitchen.
I hide my face again, not paying any more attention the the angry person throwing my crap throughout the apartment. I just whimpered, and cried quietly. Just hoping that Sam and Dean would show up shortly. As if on cue, loud heavy pounds came on the door.
"Kimi?" he shouted.
"D-Dean?" I call after another loud crash.
"Where are you?"
"In the apartment?!" What the hell, dude?
"No shit! Where in the apartment?"
"Umm, in the middle of the living room."
"We're coming in!"
I lean back, accidentally brushing the edge of the salt. I didn't pay much notice to it due to the two boys knocking my door in. I felt relief wash over me, looking into Sam's and Dean's eyes. They quickly looked around, making their way through the mess.
"They really did a good job in here, didn't they?" Dean asked, flipping the couch back to its normal position.
"Guess so." I nervously chuckled.
Dean and Sam both looked at me, and tried to give me reassuring smiles, when their faces quickly dropped. Sam was pulling a pipe out of his bag when Dean shouted.
"Kimi! Look out!" I tilted my head in confusion, when I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck.
"Son of a bitch." I squeaked, quickly turning around.
"Irissssssss." He hissed again, lifting his hand with the sharp blade. I took one step back, and when he arm came down, the blade slashed across my chest. I cried out in pain. Quickly putting my hands over the heavily bleeding gash. I looked into the man's dead eyes, a disgusting smirk curled up the corner of his mouth.
"Iris, you brought this upon yourself." He grabbed my braid, pulling my head back, giving him full access to my neck. I was too tired to fight back. I close my eyes, hoping it was going to be quick.
"No! Sam, go!" I heard Dean shout, although it kind of echoed around the room.
It wasn't too long before the grip on my hair was gone, and the ghost smoked away.
"Thank you, Moose Man." I sigh. I started looking for something to grab on to, slowly descending to the floor.
"Whoa!" Sam said, catching me before I hit the ground. "Kim? Kimi?! Stay with me, okay? We're going to get you fixed up!" he sounded panicky. I don't know why, I felt so relaxed. The wound no longer hurt, and I could no longer feel anything except that my head, which felt so heavy.
"I'm really tired." I whispered, letting my head fall back over Sam's arm. I heard soft footsteps, probably Dean's, rush up beside me. I try to open my eyes, but the only thing I see are black dots, and two blurry shadows.
"Dammit, Sammy. This looks bad. Kim, you're not going to sleep. Keep your eyes open.""
"I can't," I mumble "Everything feels so…unreal. Ya know. I'm just going to take a little nap." I close my eyes.
"NO, wake the fuck up!" one of them said. I felt something hit my face a few times. All of a sudden I felt the most painful burning sensation.
"Ahh! What…hurt?" I scream, my eyes popping open.
"I'm so sorry, Kimi. I had to keep you here, so I tried pushing on your injury."
"Well…..hurry….not…longer..." I can feel myself wanting to nod off, slip away.
"Dean went to go get some medical supplies out of the Impala, just keep with me okay."
"I'll….try." My eyelids slip. Sam hesitated for a moment before pushing down again.
"S-stop….please." I scream, feeling tears stream down my face.
"I'm sorry, I can't." I felt a squeezing round my shoulders, and I was brought to Sam's chest. I felt his chin on top of my head. I hear a small sound, and Sam's head snapped up. I'm guessing Dean was back.
"Come on, man. Quick, put her on the table." Dean demanded.
I felt arms scoop under my knees, and before I knew it, I was lifted off of the ground. Sam putting my arms around his neck. I heard clutter fall to the floor, thinking that Dean must have just swiped everything off of the table, and then something heavy sliding across the floor. Must have been the coffee table.
"Hurry, Sam!" he barked.
"Dude, I have to be careful!"
"I'd prefer her alive, thanks." Dean sounded sarcastic.
I felt myself being lowered on the cold table, whimpering with every movement around my chest. Even my heartbeat hurt.
"Kimi do you hear me?" Dean asked.
"Yes." I whispered
"Okay, you've lost a lot of blood, but we're going to stitch and clean you up." He started shuffling through a duffle bag he brought in.
"Sure." My eyes fluttered shut, one final time.
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"Son of a bitch, Bobby! Is there anything you can give me to work with?" I kept my eyes closed as I heard Dean's voice bellow.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. But she almost died tonight. We thought we lost her while stitching her up. I know, I know. Well call me if you have anything. Thanks, Bobby." I heard the phone fall to the floor.
"Any luck?" I heard Sam ask, hearing his footsteps clomp around the room.
"No. Did you find anything on the werewolf attack?" Dean questioned, plopping himself down. I felt my body shift a little, guessing we were back in my bedroom.
"Um, maybe. There have been three attacks in the last three months, all victims male. So far, nothing ties them together."
"But?"
"But, when I was asking some of the local residents, they said that those three men had a fling with some girl named Stacie Palmer."
"Stacie Palmer…" I heard Dean test the name in his mouth. "You think it's our werewolf?"
"It's the only lead we've got."
"Alright, we'll get on that later." Dean's voice sounded muffled, I assumed that he dropped his head in his hands.
"Anything from her?" Sam asked.
"No, I'm too afraid to leave, thinking that she might just die on us."
"You go get some sleep. You need it, you look like you've been up for days."
"Sammy, I can't. I don't want her to be alone. Who knows when or if that spirit will come back."
"Dude, the doors, windows, and vents are lined with salt."
"Accidents can happen."
"Then I'll stay with her. You need to go rest up Dean."
It was quiet as Dean was considering the thought.
"Fine, but if anything happens, and I mean anything-"
"Come and get you, I think I know what I'm doing."
The weight on the end of the bed disappeared, along with Dean as he quietly made his way out of my room. I heard footsteps come by the head of the bed. My heart pace quickened, my gash aching with every beat.
"You sure are a trooper." I felt a hand brush a piece of hair in my face behind my ear. His touch was hot, leaving a burning trail when he stopped.
I felt the bed sink down again. I open my eyes, quickly covering them from the bright light that was in the room. I tried to sit up, but the sharp shooting in my chest told me otherwise, falling back down on my pillow.
"Hey, you're awake." Sam looked over at me, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"I'm alive." I laughed, being careful not to move as much.
"Thank Dean for that. How are you feeling?"
"Like I got my chest ripped open."
"Okay." He laughed, turning to face me more.
"You can lay down, you know. I don't bite. I promise." I carefully moved over, wincing everytime my chest throbbed.
"Are you sure? It won't be weird?"
"I would be dead if it weren't for you guys, so no. I won't be weird. Please turn off the light, too."
"Yeah, sure." Sam got up, walked across the room, snapped the light off and made his way back over to the bed.
"One rule though." I say before he can sit down.
"Oh?"
"No shoes. And if your friend has shoes laying on my couch, I'm going to kill him."
"Okay," he put his hands up in mock defense. "And Dean is my brother, by the way."
"Good to know."
I heard Sam kick his shoes off, and I felt him sit down. After a minute of him adjusting, he lay down, facing me.
"So." He said.
"So, what?"
"What do you think of everything?"
"Well, I saw everything happen with my own eyes. And I still can't believe it." I sigh.
"It's okay, we're going to figure out what's wrong, and we're going to fix it."
"So, what are you guys?"
"We're hunters. You could say that we professionally kill supernatural creatures."
"Oh boy. How many people do you chase away with that one."
"We usually don't tell people. Or else we would get ourselves checked into a psych ward. That's why we came here dressed as FBI agents. You know, people that others can trust."
"You do realize that impersonating FBI is highly illegal, right?" Sam let air huff out of his nose.
"Oh trust me, I know. But it's the only way we can save people. You're one of the few that have figured us out before we told you."
"You were planning on telling me?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Only if it got to the point where you found us barging into your place, trying to keep things fron killing you. By the way, how did you figure us out?"
"When I first saw your badges, I knew something was off. But I brushed it off for the time being. Then when you left your badge in here, I rushed out to return it. But I heard you guys talking, and you gave yourselves up to me without even knowing. Then I realized that the ID numbers were a little too far to the left, and they were slightly fuzzy. If you want to keep suspicions down, I suggest that you fix those soon."
"Will do, thanks for the feedback." He laughed.
"Thank you, though. I appreciate it." I looked him in the hazel eyes.
"Yeah, of course. It wasn't a problem."
We both held a gaze, until I released a pretty loud yawn. I look at the alarm clock, the time read 3:30 A.M in neon green letters.
"You sound like you should get some more sleep." Sam said.
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Here." He said, turning himself into a position, and welcoming me to snuggle next to him. No doubt that I blushed. Thank God it was dark in here.
"Are you sure?" I ask warily.
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't." he smirked at me.
"Okay." I said, carefully sliding closer to him.
When I reached him, I put my head against his chest, heat radiating off of him. His heart beat was slow and strong, very soothing. I let my eyelids close, my mind taking this all in. The throbbing in my chest definitely made me sure that this was real. For the first time in two nights, I felt safe, and happily nodded off.
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When I woke up, my head felt groggy, and my throat dry. I stretch my arms out, resulting in my heart sinking when I felt the other side of the bed empty. Did I just dream all of last night? I went to sit up, and again pain flashed across my chest. Ugh, no. It was most certainly real. I look down, and notice that I was wearing a different shirt, and the scratch was puckered in some areas. I frown.
"How am I ever going to be able to explain this one?" I ask myself. I gasp, my head snapping toward the clock.
It's already nine, I quickly stand up. Too quickly, because I had just made myself light headed. I stand for a moment, waiting for the feeling to go away before exiting the bedroom. I made sure that I was careful not to break anymore salt lines, because I did not want a repeat of last night. When I make it back into the lounge, I see Sam and Dean sitting on the couch eating breakfast watching T.V. It took me a moment to notice that the apartment was clean. No trashed furniture, nothing looked broken. Everything was back in order.
"Good morning, Sleepy Beauty." Dean smiled at me over his shoulder.
"Hey, did you guys-" I started
"Yes we did, we felt like we owed it to you." Sam smirked
"You guys don't owe me anything." I say walking over to the couch, placing myself in between them.
"Not anymore we don't." I roll my eyes as Dean winked at me.
"So, what was the damage?"
"Nothing was too badly broken, Dean and I managed to fix the coffee table, and the side tables. However, even though we managed to get the blood off of the floor in here, the kitchen wasn't as lucky. I mean it washed right off the linoleum tile, but….." Sam trailed off.
"Oh no." I groaned.
I stood up, clutching my sore chest in the process, and started toward the kitchen. The boys folloeing closely behind. As soon as I saw what they were referring to, my mouth dropped open. The table was ¾ of the way stained with my blood. It showed the signs where Sam and Dean furiously scrubbed away, but no luck.
"Whoever thought I had the much blood." I whisper.
"Speaking of which, here, drink this." Dean handed me a bottle of water.
"Why?"
"Look at the table and the laundry. You lost a lot of blood last night, kiddo."
"Dammit. How the hell am I supposed to lie my way out of this one?"
"What do you mean?" Sam came up right behind me.
"Well look at my chest, then look at the table. It's going to be hard to come up with a story for this."
"Just tell them the truth, I mean it's pretty unavoidable now."
"Oh yeah, they're going to believe that a ghost broke into our house."
"We'll stay with you to explain. It's okay." Sam put a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Oh boy." I say, pursing my lips.
Hey guys, here is another long chapter! I hope things are a little bit better than the last. Don't worry! Heidi and Piper are returning in the next one. Thanks again for reading, favorite, follow, and please leave reviews! They're most appreciated! Loves 3