This Chapter is mostly Koven and Dean fluff. If you think it's fluff really. No chick flick moments. Sorry.
Chapter 6
Koven woke up when she felt two arms around her, lifting her into the air. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the side of Dean's neck. Her head was on his shoulder and he was carrying her towards the Impala.
"You know I can walk right Winchester?" She said.
"You've been shot Apple-pie, give the legs a rest." He said. She smirked, made sure no one else was looking, and she leaned up, kissing his cheek.
"Thank you. For caring." She rested her head back onto his shoulder. She saw his cheeks turn a light pink as he mumbled something.
Once they reached the Impala, Dean set her down on the trunk and began to examine the wound.
"I don't get it." Sam said. "Jake was a hundred percent sure he killed me." Sam said.
"Well he was wrong." Koven winced as she moved the cloth of her jeans a bit. "Sorry." He said.
"Just cut it off." She said, taking a pocket knife out of her left pocket. Dean took it from her, and began to cut up the leg of her pants.
"Dean. Did I die?" Sam asked. Dean ignored his question and continued to examine the bullet wound that had mostly stopped bleeding. "Dean."
"What?" He asked angrily, looking up at his younger brother.
"Did I die?" He asked. Dean scoffed.
"Of course not!" He said. Koven looked at Dean, but he wouldn't meet her eyes and kept working on her leg. She put her hands on his cheeks and jerked his head up. He finally looked into her eyes and she shook her head.
"Don't lie to him, don't you dare." She said.
"How long." Sam asked.
"How long for what? Her leg to heal? Should take about three weeks maybe four." Dean said, looking back to her leg
"No. How long did you get when you sold your soul?" Sam leaned against the car.
"I didn't." Dean stated clearly, breaking his gaze from Koven's leg.
"Bull shit Dean." He said. Dean looked at Sam.
"It wasn't me." He growled.
"Oh yeah? Who else would be dumb enough to do it?" Sam asked, standing up straight.
"I got a year if you were still wondering that Sam." Koven said. He looked at her. "I got one year." She repeated.
"You? You sold your soul for me?" He asked. She nodded. "Why?" He asked.
"Because it's my soul and I can do what I want with it Sam." She said. Dean opened the door to the back seats, and helped Koven sit there so he could get some stuff out of the trunk. Soon, Dean was patching up the bullet holes and Sam was falling asleep in the passengers seat.
"You okay Dean?" Koven asked. He didn't answer and continued to work. She put a hand to his cheek, but he turned his head away. She took in a sharp breath and pulled her hand back. She watched as he slowly worked, wincing every once in a while, and he would quietly apologize.
"There." He said. He took out a bandage and began to wrap up her leg.
"Thank you." She said. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. He looked at her in surprise and she just smiled. "You know what. You're not such a bad guy Winchester." She said. She swung her legs into the car. "We should get going. Sam fell asleep ten minutes ago." She turned her head the other way so he couldn't see her blush.
He nodded slowly and gathered up the tings he used, putting them back into the trunk before getting back into the driver's seat. He glanced in the mirror and saw Koven sleeping with a tinge of pink in her cheeks.
In her dream, she was sitting in a field of grass.
"What you thinking about Vermont?" Theodora asked as she sat down next to her, offering a can of beer.
"I know the future for them. I know what Dean becomes. I want to stop that." She said. "I don't want to see Sam have to kill Dean, or see Dean kill Sam." She said.
"That's years from now. You could spend all this time with Sam and Dean."
"Except I don't have time Theodora, I have a year. I have season three, then it all goes into hell and I can't tell them anything." She said. She shut her eyes. "What do I do?"
"That is up to you Koven. There's no way out of the deal, so you're going to die either way." Theodora took a sip of her beer. Koven stared through the fields of never ending grass.
"I'm screwed Theo." She said. She looked down at her leg.
"Yes Koven you are. It's what happens . Why do you think I kept telling you when you first arrived 'Don't change the fate'." She said. Koven rolled her eyes.
"Piss off man." She said. "I'm not in the mood Theodora. Just give me some time to think." She said. Theo nodded and she disappeared. Koven stood up and found herself in a small apartment. there was a door way to a dining area, then a doorway to a bedroom. A man sat on the couch behind her. His long silver dyed hair was pulled into a low pony tail. His deep blue eyes were on her and he wore a white t-shirt with tan shorts. He smiled and took her hand, playing with the ring that was on her ring finger.
"Aren't you excited?" He asked, pulling her down to him. But then he disappeared and the light saddened. Koven looked down at herself. She was dressed in a black dress, and two inch black heels and a black baseball cap.
"Come back." She said, tears pooling in her eyes. But then she could hear herself saying it in real life. She shook her head. She was waking up. The visions around her faded and her eyes fluttered open. She was back at Bobby's. But instead of being on the couch, she was in a bedroom. She sat up and reached up to her cheeks. They were stained with tears.
She looked down at herself. She was wearing her jeans, but the second leg had been cut off, her leg was wrapped up still, and she was wearing a baggy shirt that she didn't own.
She stood up and winched at the pain. She limped her way over to the door and opened it. She slowly made her way across the hall, trying her best not to make any noise. She had seen that it was either still night, or it was the next night.
She descended down the stairs, and entered the main room. On the couch she saw Dean with his eyes closed, but he was obviously not asleep. He was muttering about something.
"Dean?" She asked. He st up suddenly, his hand going under his pillow for his gun. "Hey, it's just me." She said. He sighed and rubbed his face. "You look like shit." She said, crossing her arms.
"What are you doing up Apple-pie?" He asked. She took in a deep breath.
"I had a bad dream." She said, walking over.
"You wanna talk about it. Because I'm not really into all that, girly feely shit." He said. She chuckled and shook her head. She sat on the floor next to the couch and leaned her head onto the cushion so her head was next to the crappy looking pillow he was using.
"It's just the same two things I always see." She said. Dean sighed and set his head back down.
"Talk about it Apple-pie I know you need to get it out." He said. She took in a deep breath.
"I was married on my nineteenth birthday." She said. "When I was twenty, I was pregnant. We didn't find out till three months in though. But four months after that, someone broke into our apartment. They killed James and beat me so badly that I had a miscarriage."
The unexpected happened next, in which Dean leaned over and hugged her. IT was the most awkward thing ever seen, but it was what Koven needed. She out her face in the crook of his neck and began to cry. He just held onto her as she cried. He didn't know her, but he knew pain. Oh did Dean Winchester know pain.
And this, this had to be the worst pain. Losing something so special. She took in a deep breath. He smelt of cheap soap and smoke and that smell you get after not wearing deodorant for a while.
He sat up and pulled her with him so he sat and she sat next to him and he just held her as she cried. the only noise int eh house was her soft sobs. But soon enough, she stopped and pulled her face back, resting her head on his shoulder.
Dean took her hand and pulled her thumb, ring and pinky finger down. She was confused when he pressed her fingers in the space of her neck so she felt her own pulse.
"Just remember, that you're still alive. As long as you can feel this, you are alive Koven. And that's all that matters." She nodded slowly and he wiped her eyes. "Now go back to bed and sleep." She nodded again and slowly stood up. But when she reached the stairs, she turned to Dean once more.
"Hey Dean?" She asked.
"Yes?" He mumbled, his head on the pillow again.
"Thank you. And I know. No more chick flick moments." She said. She smiled before going back up the stairs.
Once she was laying back in the bed, she realized the shirt's was Dean. Maybe it was because she was just hugging him, but it had his scent. And so she buarried her nose into the baggy cloth, and slowly drifted into deep sleep.