Could Be Dangerous (Destiel)

Chapter 5

"Help." I croak. It's really hard to get something off of you when you can't even touch it. Right when I give up and think: 'this is it, I'm going to die', what sounds like a shotgun goes off right by my ear. I am released and crumple to the ground, my ears ringing. Dean catches me before I hit the ground. "Are you okay?" He asks. I nod my head slightly. He sighs in relief. "That son of a bitch." He says. He tugs me up so I'm on my feet again but he still holds me up. I take a moment to catch my breath. I feel lightheaded and dizzy. I pull away from Dean, I can't seem like a weak ass baby. "I'm okay." I say, trying to focus on just one Dean instead of three. "Go ahead." I say, gesturing for him to walk first down the stairs. I take a few steps down and my head starts spinning, my body feels out of control, I'm hot and cold at the same time, and I feel like I'm going to be sick. I lean on the unsteady wood railing for support. Dean looks back at me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," He says walking quickly up to me. I shake my head. "I'm fine." I manage to say. "No, you're not Cas." He says. "Let me help you." He takes my arm and slings it around his shoulder, placing his hand on mine to keep it there, and wraps his other arm around my waist. My body seems to relax more in his presence. "Take it easy." He says. We slowly walk down the steps. Once we get down them he sets me down on a hay barrel. "Do you feel sick?" He asks. "Yeah..." I shakily say. He nods. His eyes dart around the room in alert.

"Dean!" I yell, pointing over to the corner across the room where a shady figure stands, ax in it's hand. Dean spins around and shoots the shotgun at him but he vanishes before it gets to him. "Where did it go?" I say, looking around. "I don't know... we need to leave. Can you walk?" He says, looking around wearily. "Yeah." I say. He sticks a hand out for me and helps me up, keeping his hand on my shoulder as I walk out, him walking backwards, looking out for the ghost. Right before we get to the barn doors, they slam shut and the ghost is standing in the middle of the room. Dean shoots, and misses, at him a few times. As Dean reloads the gun flies out of his hands. "Son of a bitch." Dean mutters. "Now what?" I ask. "Open the door." He says. I try once again but we're locked in. "It's locked." I say. I hardly noticed my shakiness, my hands tremble. "He's not gonna let us leave." He says. The ghost starts walking to us. "Cas?" Dean asks, his eyes not leaving the ghost. "Yes?" I answer. "Look for iron. Anything, hurry," He says. I look around the old barn. There's nothing. Then Dean shoves me to the ground. Once the dizziness clears up a bit I look back at him. The ghost has him pinned to the wall, his ax ready to slice his throat. "Cas!" He croaks. Iron, iron, iron. My eyes fall on a what looks like iron bar. I sprint across the barn and grab it. Yep, definitely iron. Once I get back to Dean the ghost is about to behead him. I swing the bar through the ghost and it disappears. Dean falls to his feet, gasping for air. "We gotta go." He croaks. Blood drips down his neck from where the ghost was gripping him so tight. I take the iron bar and swing it at the old barn. The wood cracks. A few more swings after and there's a decent size hole through the barn. I walk over to Dean and pull him up. We manage to stumble out of the barn. Dean puts a hand over his cut where he's bleeding as we look around. "Which way did we come from?" I ask. All I see is darkness. Then I see flashing lights. Flashing blue and red lights. "Um Dean, we have a problem." I say walking over to him. He looks at me in a questionable way. "The cops are coming." I say, looking back over where I saw the lights. They're getting closer. "Shit." He says. "Run."We both take off to the opposite side of the woods from the police. I try to keep up with Dean, who is a very fast runner.

We eventually find our way back to the car. "You didn't bother figuring out if the people that actually own the land were home or not?" I ask. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. "They were suppose to be gone on vacation, but I guess they cancelled it." He says. "How do you figure out all this crap anyways?" I question. "I'm a professional stalker." He jokes. "No, but I have my connections." He answers. "Hm. So what now?" I look over at him. "Oh shit you're still bleeding!" I say. "Yeah," He sighs. "Dude, you need to go to the hospital." I say. He shakes his head. "I have bandages in the back that'll do the job." I roll my eyes then climb to the backseat. "It's in my side pocket of my bag." I grab the bag and pull it to me. I rummage through it till I find ithe bandaid kit. I hop back into the front. "Here let me." I say. He shakes his head. "I got it." But I just smack his hands away from the cut. He sighs and lets me do it. "He got deep. Do you have water?" I look around then he hands me a bottle. I take it and dab a cloth in the water. He barely winces when I put the wet rag on. Once I get most of the blood off and get it to stop running I put the bandage on his neck. I smooth my hand over the cloth that I taped to the wound. "That should do for now." I say, looking at Dean. He moves his neck to look at me too. I sigh and get off of my knees to sit proper in the passenger seat, looking away from him. "We got to burn his bones." He suddenly says. I wait for him to explain. "That's what's next." He starts his car up and we drive away from the woods.

"How will we be able to do that without getting caught?" I question. "See that," He points outside the car window. "It's called darkness, and it makes it hard for people to see." He says as if he's talking to a little kid. "Oh, shut the fuck up, will you?" I say. He smiles. "How do you know where the...uh- body is anyways?" I ask. "Like I said, I have my connections." We pull up to a field that wasn't too far from where we just were. I get out of the car and I swear you can hear the police sirens faintly from here. "This way," He says, I follow him down the hill.

Whoever said digging up graves-or just digging in general-was easy were lying. It was one of the hardest things ever. And the smell when Dean opened the old coffin, disgusting. I nearly barfed up my dinner.

"Rest in peace dude." Dean says as we watch the bones burn. He is so calm, Dean. He'll just watch or do something like there's nothing weird about it, nothing strange or different. Like burning bones of a dead guy, he just stares at the fire like it's just another good ole bonfire. Whilst it's awkward as hell for me, I'm literally burning someone's bones, isn't that a bit disrespectful in the first place? Then you just stand there like it's a campfire, hey might as well bring out the marshmallows. We sit in silence till it burns out. Then we put the dirt back and head back to the car.

"I am exhausted, how do you do this as a hobby?" I sigh, sinking into the passenger's seat. He just shrugs.

I don't remember falling asleep but when I wake up we're still in the car and it's still night. I sit up. Dean glances over at me then looks back at the road. "Sleep well?" He asks. "I guess?" I say. "So, have you been driving all night?" I ask. "Well, I took a nap myself too, but mine was much shorter only about an hour. Then I went back to the barn to make sure it was gone-" I cut him off. "You went alone?" I say. He nods. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"Yeah," He says. I sigh. "You could of woke me up y'know." He shakes his head slightly. "No need to, it was just a quick job." He says after a minute.

I shift in my seat. "Where are we?" I ask. "Brown." He replies. "Were already in our town?" I say. "Yep, you slept long." He says.

A few minutes later we pulled up in his driveway. When we walk up to the door Dean puts a finger to his lips and says "Shh," to be quiet. I nod and he opens the door. We enter the house as quietly as possible. We were doing good till we got to the hallway. We hear a door open and someone walk out. "Shit," Dean mutters. It's just Sam...with a knife in his hand. "What are you doing?" Sam says in a harsh whisper, putting the knife in his pocket. "We went to a party, don't tell dad?" Dean says. Sam just rolls his eyes and goes back in his room. We walk into Dean's room and shut the door. "Why not just bring me home?" I ask. "Wouldn't your dad question where you were? Now you can just say you slept over at my house." I nod. I grab my phone out of my pocket and turn it on. It's six forty-five in the morning. I sit down on the seat next to his desk and he lies on his bed.

"So how did you get into hunting anyways?" I ask. He purses his lips and stays quiet for a moment. "See that picture," He points to one that is pinned on his wall next to his lamp on the desk. I look at it, there's a young woman, two boys, one's a baby one is a toddler, and a young male. They are standing in front of a house, all smiling(see picture at the beginning of this chapter). I nod, still looking at it. "The woman in that, she's my-uh, she's my mom," His voice falters. He clears his throat then continues. "When I was four something happened," I think about his family, dad, Sam, and Dean, no mom. My heart sinks. "There was a fire, a-and she didn't make it." I look over at Dean, there are tears in his eyes. "My dad said she was pinned," He points up to the ceiling. "Up to the ceiling when he went in, right over little Sammy's crib." He shakes his head. "Y'know that's not just a regular fire, so after that my dad got into hunting, determined to find the son-of-a-bitch that did it." He finishes. I look back at the picture. "Your mom was beautiful, Dean." I say. Not just 'cause to be nice, really she was beautiful. "I know," He says.

About fifteen minutes later Dean falls asleep. I end up looking through the books he has on his desk, more stuff on the supernatural. For some reason I can't stop looking at the picture with his mom though. I glance back at Dean lying on his bed. He was only four when he lost his mom, four. And Sam... he was just a baby, he probably doesn't even remember his mom. I look back at the picture one more time then look at the clock on his desk. It's eight-thirty now. I hear noises outside of his room, his dad is awake. I decide to go ahead and leave. I walk over to his window and open it. The jump is kinda big but not too bad, I've jumped off of things higher than it. "Bye, Dean." I say quietly even though he's not awake. I jump out, it was higher up then it seemed. I catch my balance then take off running.