The Demon's Girl

Chapter 14

Kim's p.o.v

I woke up with a terrible headache. I opened my eyes and moaned, rubbing my eyes. I sat up and looked around. I was now in the bedroom, but I do remember being in the living room. I put my hand on the bed and I felt a body next to me. I looked next to me and saw Patrick lying right to me, sleeping with his right arm holding tightly around my waist. 

"Patrick?" I whispered.

Patrick didn't answer. "Pattycakes?" I tried again. I gave up on trying to wake up Patrick and gently lifted up his arm and sat up. I looked at my injured foot and saw that my cast wasn't on anymore, which made me confused. Wasn't it on before? 

I felt an arm wrap around me and I turned around and saw Patrick smiling, nuzzling his nose against my cheeks. "Careful, Kimmiekins. You'll strain yourself," Patrick warned me. I looked at him and at my leg. "When did you get home?" I asked him. 

"Ten minutes ago. I saw you on the couch asleep, so I thought the bed would be more comfy for my princess," he replied. "I see you got your cast taken off." 

I nodded and rubbed my head. I felt a pounding headache coming on, and it hurts like hell. "You didn't take it off?" I asked him. Patrick shook his head and got out of bed. "It was off when I came home. I thought you took it off."

I shook my head and got out of bed, walking out to the window. I looked down at the carving on my wrist and thought of Brittney. Maybe I'm being delusional. She died years ago, there's no way she's roaming around as a spirit. but at the same time, if she is a spiritual... thing, then why is she going after me? I looked at the bracelet Alex gave me and my mind drifted away to him. I missed him like crazy, but weird shit have been happening since his death.

I turned around and walked to the closet, getting some clothes and just threw them on. "Where are you going, babe?" Patrick asked. I ignored him and slipped on a random pair of Converse I saw laying around. I grabbed my car keys and a hoodie and walked out. "Kim, where are you going?"

"Alex's grave," I answered. 

I opened the door and walked out, but Patrick grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the house, closing the door behind him. "You can't go to his grave. Absolutely not, I forbid it," he said. I looked at him and pried my arm out of his grip. "And why the hell not? I have a right to visit my best friend's grave!" I yelled back at him.

Patrick didn't say anything for a while. He took off his fedora and ran his hand through his hair. "It's... dangerous at night. Rapists and gang members. Murderers also. With all the deaths going around lately, I don't want my precious baby getting hurt," Patrick said. I looked at him closely and saw how tense he was. I crossed my arm and raised my eyebrow. 

"You and I both know that I can snap someone's bones into pieces, and I've had several incidents with killers in my time. I think I know how to take care of myself by now. I'm not a little girl anymore," I snapped.

Patrick took my waist and pulled me close, pressing his forehead against mine. "I just don't want you to get hurt. You know how I feel about you," he whispered. I smiled and stood up on my tippy toes, kissing his sweet, tasty lips. He moaned softly, and I giggled at him. I pulled at him and winked flirtatiously at him. "I'll be back before 11, baby. I love you," I said, then walked out. I got into my truck and drove off to the cemetery, clicking my seatbelt on. Why was Patrick acting so weird? It's not like I was committing a crime or anything. Something was definitely going on.

Sam's p.o.v

"Cas told that to you?" Dean asked me for what seemed like the tenth time.

"For the last time, yes!" I yelled out exasperated. We were walking around the graveyard, searching for Alex's grave. It would be much better if we found it already, because I was just about annoyed with Dean's questions. "Cas told me that He wasn't someone to mess with and that he's more stronger than we expected. He didn't say for sure that he was a demon, but I think you're right on this one."

"Of course I'm right, Sammy. Who's the oldest?" Dean reminded me cockily.

"Who's the shortest?" I teased him

Dean glared at me and looked around. "But... is he okay? Cas, I mean. Been a while since we last spoken to each other." I bit my lip. I didn't want to admit that Cas wasn't in the healthiest shape while going through a break up. He reminded me of a homeless hobo. But I knew that Dean wouldn't stop unless I answered him. "To put it nicely, he's not happy about the break up."

Dean sighed and scratched his head. "Did he say anything about me?" Dean questioned. I shook my head and frowned. It pained me to see my brother in pain. To see him slowly breaking over someone he truely loves breaks my heart. I kept on walking until we saw a figure standing in front of a grave. From where we were standing. It was a girl.

"Maybe she knows," I said to Dean.

He nodded, thought still on Cas and followed me. "Hey!" I shouted. We walked closer to her and saw that it was Kim, but she had a blank face on. "Kimberly, are you okay?" I asked. She didn't say anything, but just stared at the grave. We followed her gaze and saw that someone's grave was dug up, and the corpse was now nothing but ashes. 

I looked at Dean and we have like this mental conversation. Being in the family business for a long time, I know when a corpse have been salted and burned, which could only mean that Alex's spirit could on the radar. but why? My thought were interrupted when I heard a car engine running loudly behind us. We turned around and saw Kim's red truck and sitting in the passanger seat was a guy who smirked directly at Kim.

"Alex?" Kim asked.