I woke up. I was confused to say the least. I thought I had died. I suppose, however, I should've realized I wasn't dead when I didn't end up in Purgatory. This place was new, though. I tried to move my hands, but they were strapped to the chair I was in.
"Skylar?" I looked up.
"Dean?" He stood by a table in the corner of the room. "Where am I?"
"The bunker. This is our dungeon." The Men of Letters were strange. "Cas told us what he could. How could you try to kill yourself?"
"How could I not? I'm a… vampire."
"Cas said he told you there were alternatives."
"And I didn't want to hear them. I won't risk taking somebody's life because I didn't die when I should've. Besides, the only reason you're offering me these alternatives is because you know me. It's the only reason Cas didn't kill me when I asked him to." He walked over, and undid the wrist straps. "Dean, stop!" He stepped back.
"If you're just like every other vampire we hunt, prove it."
"Are you serious? I could kill you."
"Yeah, but you won't even try."
"You don't know that!"
"You're not a monster. You never were." His faith in me was touching, but I wasn't as sure of myself as he was.
"Dean?" Sam walked in. "Look who's awake. How are you feeling?"
"Seriously? How can you two be so confident in me?" He looked at Dean.
"You didn't tell her?"
"I was getting there."
"Skylar, you're not a vampire," Sam said.
"What?" He pulled out his phone, hit a button, and then handed it to me. I checked my gums in his camera. "How is that possible?"
"There's a cure." I glared at Dean.
"So you just let me think I was going to kill you?"
"I was proving a point."
"The point is," Sam interrupted, "you're fine. Cas made lunch. Come on."
"We'll catch up," Dean said. Sam shrugged and left. "Uh, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine."
"Talk to me." He stared at me with those emerald eyes.
"I feel better knowing he's dead and that I'm the one who did it. I'm not a hundred percent, but what hunter is? Now come on. We should go eat." I walked away.
Lunch was… good. And I'm not just talking about the food. Nobody brought up my hunt gone bad and it was a lighthearted conversation just like dinner had been. Afterwards, I helped Cas clean up.
"We need some stuff," Dean said as we finished doing the dishes, "so I'm gonna make a supply run. Skylar, you wanna come with?"
"Uh, sure." I set the dishtowel down, and followed him out to the Impala. "Why didn't you take Sam or Cas like you usually do?"
"Because I want to take you. Is that a crime?"
"No, just odd."
"Well, it's been an odd couple of days." I sensed ulterior motives, but got in the car.
Let's just end this story with an almost two day long supply run.