Oh wow onyx was really really good! Great job
dear, it does beg the question what she would do after getting that
short explanation and demon dean kiss. Go after him maybe? Try and
learn more about the supernatural? Great regardless of a sequel ^~^
Word Count: 1,227
Thank you so much! I kind of have an idea for a short third part,
so if you think it would by worth it, send me a message! Anyhow, I
hope you like it!
The mug hits the bar with a dull kind of thud, the steam rising in
excitable swirls. Dean nods his thanks to the bartender, tapping the
mug with his fingertips.
It’s not very often that he orders a coffee in a bar.
Smiling, despite himself, he toys with the zip on his jacket. He sits
in silence for a moment, before taking a sip of the burning hot
coffee. He can’t bring himself to care.
The bartender looks over at him, vaguely sympathetic. The man takes a
few steps over, before leaning on the bar before Dean.
“Something of the sort.” He chuckles.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No. Well…” He pauses, looking up at the other man, “I’m
looking for a girl.”
“Aren’t we all?”
“No. Not like this. See…” He shakes his head, “There’s this
girl, and I hadn’t seen her in forever. I saw her a few weeks
back, though, but I wasn’t myself. Now she’s gone and… I think she
might have put herself in danger.”
Vampires. Demons. What does
it all mean?
The idea has been whirling around
your head all night – that, and the searing poison of Dean’s kiss.
That wasn’t normal.
You know that. But… demons? Really?
Now that dawn is quickly approaching
– and with it, a new day – you start coming up with a plan. The
library – old records. The internet. You just have to do your
You phone in sick from work as soon
as the office is open, saying it’s a ‘girl thing’. Then, you get
Pages upon pages of lore is before
you – some of it seems more like questionable Twilight fanfiction,
but other things…
A page about demons – devil’s
traps, salt, holy water, and eyes.
Vampires – dead man’s blood, beheading.
Everything under the sun is given a name – things you’ve heard of –
ghosts, ghouls, werewolves – and others you’re not so familiar with
– shtrigas, wendigos, rugarus. Everything that goes bump in the
night. Then, looking at the records of the missing people, found with
no blood and torn out throats.
You’re beyond terrified, but you have to do something.
It was one of the first things he thought of when he was cured. Your
face; your shock. Why did he have to go after you? And now…
If there is one thing Dean knows for sure, it’s that you won’t just
leave it or not. The only thing that he isn’t sure of – what leaves
the possibility of your safety hanging in the balance – is if
you’ll believe it or not.
“Danger? What kind of danger?” The guy asks, obviously
interested. Too interested, Dean thinks.
“Just… danger. You know. The usual.” He chuckles, brushing the
man off, “Look, if you see her,” Dean downs the rest of the
coffee, deciding to make a quick escape. Before he does, though, he
shows the guy a picture. It’s of you – you’d come across an old
polaroid in some thrift store once, and you couldn’t resist making
him snap a picture. He’d snagged it before he left. You’re smiling,
the over-excitable air-con whipping your hair over your face, “Tell
her Dean wants to see her, okay?”
“Sure thing.” The guy smiles slightly, “But you might want to
tell her yourself?”
“She just left this place maybe an hour ago. I think she’s at a
motel in town.”
“Oh my god. Thanks, man.” Dean pockets the picture, hastily
standing up and dropping some notes onto the bar. He hurries out of
the building, heading straight for his car.
You stare at the scene before you. The warmth of the flickering fire
seems to do nothing to soothe your chilled bones – not just because
of the wintery night around you. The fact that you’re stood here
burning a body has quite a bit to do with it. You stare at the
flames, watching as they die down – and you get a text from the
woman in the hotel, almost as soon as the embers snuff out.
It’s over. Thank you.
You’re somewhere between whooping for joy and crying – but first,
you clear up your mess, replacing the grave as it was three hours
ago. The car seems oddly homey now – it’s almost all you have left
from your old life. You shudder, looking at yourself in the mirror
and remembering the words written on that site.
If you’re going to hunt, beware. It changes you.
Are you changed? Or are you the same girl you were three weeks ago,
when you got that visit from Dean?
After knocking on the door three times and there being no answer, nor
movement from inside, he presses down on the handle. It’s only
mid-afternoon and your car is outside – he can’t believe he didn’t
notice it sooner.
The door swings open, and the room is revealed. There are notes
scattered over the single bed and there’s a bag on the floor. Dean
cautiously steps inside – as soon as he’s far enough in, the door
slams shut and suddenly, there’s a knife at his throat.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You hiss, venom
snipping at each word. Dean’s eyes widen and he holds his hands up in
“I asked you a damn question!” You insist. Dean sighs.
“I thought you might be in danger. Apparently I was right.”
“Listen, Y/N. Put the knife down.”
“Yeah, like hell.” You laugh humourlessly, shaking your head,
“I’m human again, Y/N. I am. Test me.” He insists, and you
grab a small container of hold water from a tabletop. After flicking
it at him, and it having no effect, you relax a little, lowering the
knife but keeping it in your hand, held tight.
“Fine. But that doesn’t explain why you followed me.” You say
softly. He shakes his head.
“Y/N, that night… it was so wrong of me.” It’s nearly six
months ago now, but you both remember it clear as day, “I’m so
sorry. I am. This isn’t you.”
“It wasn’t you.”
“I know. And I’ve put you in danger. Y/N, you need to stop.” He
whispers, “Don’t end up like me. You don’t deserve that.”
“Neither did you.” You shake your head, “Dean, I’m not stopping
“It’s not too late. You can leave! Have a life; be happy. Be
normal.” He insists, “It’s not over for you.”
“So what?” You demand, “You have to know what it’s like. You…
I know what’s happening out there, Dean. You think I can just stand
by and watch it happen?”
“No, Dean. Thank you.” You offer a smile, “I can finally do
“I can help people. Save people.” You smile softly, “It
“Are you hunting alone?”
“Oh, no. You can’t. It’s so… dangerous. Come with me.” He
insists, grabbing your arm, “Come with me and Sam.”
“Dean, I don’t-”
“I don’t care. You’re coming. If you’re going to hunt, I’ll be
damned if you’ll do it alone.”