Hey guys! Again, apologies for such the delay. But if you didn't notice already, I uploaded two other stories. One is Destiel (if you're into that sorta thing) that me and a friend are writing together, and the other is a little Dean/Ashley one shot. Also, the same friend that is writing the Destiel story with me has drawn an *amazing* fanart of Dean and Ashley, and I made a Flickr (Greenninja77) and uploaded it there your y'all to see. Hope you enjoy!
Note: I don't own any characters except Ashley.
"Alright, so what's the plan?" I asked as the car stopped a few blocks from the house. "Depends."
"On what?"
"How long you and Dean can go without attacking each others' faces," Sam said smugly. I felt the heat start to rise in my cheeks as Dean turned around and winked at me. "No promises, Sammy," he said as his eyes locked onto mine. Suddenly I completely forgot about everything and became lost in his deep green eyes. I thought I heard Sam say something, but I was too distracted as Dean leaned forward and kissed me. Sam made fake gagging noises and scrambled out of the car. Dean chuckled and then let out a heavy sigh. His eyes flicked up to mine and I could tell he already knew what I was going to ask. He turned around completely in his seat, sitting on his knees, as he reached for my hand. "I love you," he murmured, kissing my forehead. "I love you, too," I replied. He sucked in a sharp breath, "Angel, I'm sorry." He tugged at my hand and I heard multiple little clicks. I looked down to see my hand cuffed to the door, and I dumbfoundedly pulled at the chain. "What the hell?" I mumbled, completely confused. I looked up at Dean as he met my gaze, "I'm not letting you get hurt."
"Dean," I said slowly as the realization hit me. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again as he started to climb out of the car. "Dean!" He ignored me as him and Sam walked towards the house. I sighed angrily and examined the handcuffs. I might be able to pick the lock, but it was going to take some time. I got to work on the lock and eventually broke free. I leaned against the side of the impala and waited. I knew I couldn't go in, Samhains had to have already risen by now. My stomach clenched at the thought of Dean going up against such a powerful demon. I saw the brothers turn around the corner as relief washed over me and I let out a breathe I didn't even know I was holding. My relief vanished and was immediately replaced with anger. Why would Dean show me stuff about hunting, if he was just going to handcuff me to the car anyways? It wasn't like I was gonna go and get myself hurt. I even told him that I would be extra careful. "Hey," Dean drew out the 'y' as he opened an arm for a hug. I folded my arms over my chest and glared at him. "You're mad," he sighed. "What? Why would I be mad? You just chained me up to your car and left while you went to stop Samhains. No big deal," I said bitterly, "Oh and lemme guess, he got away." His jaw tightened, "yeah, he did." Suddenly, I felt another wave of anger wash over me for absolutely no reason. I looked down at my hands and realized they were balled up and I was clenching my teeth together. He raised an eyebrow as I confusedly unclenched my hands. "Whatever, lets just go get him."
"Wait minute-" he tried to protest. "I'm going," I growled, "whether you like it or not." He looked at me for a minute and huffed angrily, "where?"
"The cemetery," Sam and I said at the same time.
O.o
"Help! Help us!" The high schoolers cries as they pounded at the gate. "Help them,"
Sam said as he started to walk off. "Dude, you're not going off alone."
"Do it!"
"Sam!" My shout was drowned out by the screaming kids. I turned to Dean, "shoot the lock off."
"Alright, stand back! Stand back!" He shouted and everyone backed up. He stepped in front of me, shooting the lock off the door.
"Get out! Go!" We walked into the room after everyone had rushed out. The slabs of granite on the walls started shaking and falling off one by one as zombies crawled out. I took a hesitant step backwards, watching it on tv and actually standing here were two very different things. He pulled the bag of stakes off his shoulder and held one out to me. When I didn't immediately take it, he turned around to face me. I must have looked scared, or at least worried, because his eyes became softer and he put a hand on my shoulder. "Right thought the chest and into the ground, okay?" I nodded and took the metal stake from him. He turned so his back was pressed up against mine, "ready?"
"Yeah," I stepped forward and plunged the stake into the chest of the closest zombie.
O.o
We took turns, lunging out and stabbing, then stepping back to look out for the other person. It was a good tactic and eventually everyone was staked into the ground. "I think that's the last one," I said as he drove a stake down into the ground. He smirked and looked up at me. His eyes suddenly grew wide as he looked at something behind me. I spun around and drove a stake through the chest of the old woman as her whole body flickered and disappeared. Confusedly, I turned back to Dean, only to be thrown backwards into a wall. I groaned and rolled onto my back. "Hey, you alright?" Dean was suddenly hovering over me. "Yeah," I mumbled as he helped pull me up on my feet. "Good, cause we're torching everybody."