Chapter 35 : Shoot Me

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      I sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, staring down at the blade in my hand as Dean waited in silence for the explanation I knew he deserved. I didn't know what I could tell him, though. Nothing I could say would make what we were about to go through any easier, but I knew o had to say something.

     "Dean," I started as I ran Jonah's blade over the whetstone I found in the trunk. "I promise I will tell you everything, but we don't have enough time for me to -."

      "I know," he muttered, cutting me off softly. "It's fine."

       A heaviness settled in my chest as I stared up at the warehouse through the window of the car. Whatever was about to happen was going to change everything. I already knew Meg was going to drag me through the dirt in front of them. She was one of Azazel's lackeys, she called herself his daughter, and there was no doubt that she knew every little thing I tried to hide from the boys. Including what I was almost willing to do to keep Dean safe.

     "Do you trust me?" I asked him, hoping that

      He hesitated and took a deep breath, not answering until his dark, tired eyes met mine. "I trust you with my life." 

      "Then I need you to promise me something," I said to him, hoping it would calm his mind just enough to keep him from getting manipulated. "Meg isn't just some demon that your brother randomly ran into on the side of the road."

     "I got that part," he quipped. I sighed, the tenseness in his voice pushing me to believe that there was a slight chance this was going south before it even started. "

      "Look, I know things just got really crazy, and you obviously don't want to think, but I just need you to promise me that you won't believe a word she says. I will tell you and you want to know when this is done, but right now, I need you with me on this. It may not be the big bad we had hoped, but Meg is one of the worst."

     "You don't know he's not here."

     I nodded. "If Meg's here, he's long gone. Doing whatever the hell he's been trying to do." I glanced up at him, our eyes catching again as we both worked to check our ammo. "Meg's his number one."

      "He could still show up." 

      I tried to smile. "He's not going to do that. The only thing I have left to lose is you and your brother. He wouldn't be dumb enough to show up to a fight where there's a good chance you both might die." 

      Silence fell between us, but he didn't need to speak for me to understand. The minutes were ticking down, and neither of us knew what was about to happen. The only certainty I knew was that Sam was alive. Though I didn't tell Dean this. I wish of could have. It would have erased the hidden panic that glazed over his eyes every time he looked up at the warehouse. Though, as much as I wanted to ease his mind, I could risk him being distracted by things I should have told them both months ago. 

      "What's the chance we'll make it out alive?" He asked, glancing at me with a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. I could tell he was far more concerned than he let on to be, but I went with it and smiled back. 

      "I got rid of the bitch once," I said, "I'll do it again."

      He stared at me for a moment, and his lips parted as if he was going to speak, but nothing came out. He just nodded and took one last look at the clock before he climbed out, a bag of weapons over his shoulder. 

     It didn't take us long to figure out where we were going, but neither of us had expected the only way up to be an empty elevator shaft. It was good four stories to the top, and the bag was heavy, so we settled at the bottom and raided the pack in silence. I had to remind myself that we were battling more than just Meg. The bitch had a daeva in her grip, and neither of us knew how to kill it or if it even could be killed. I just clung to the hope that a demon of darkness hated bright light and slipped a flashbang into the pocket of my leather jacket before biting down on Jonah's knife and starting up the wall. 

       "Wait," Dean whispered, his hand tugging at the hem of my jacket. I looked down at him, wondering what he wanted until I saw the look on his face and let go, dropping two feet to the ground in front of him. "We need a plan." 

       "I have a plan."

      Dean waited for a moment. "Well, do you care to share?"

      "You get Sam and get out. Leave Meg to me."

      "That's not a plan, Andi."

      "It's the only plan."

      "You do realize she's not alone up there, right?"

      "Yes, and she's not going to kill me. He won't let her." I reminded him. "But she will kill you, so be thankful I didn't handcuff you to the steering wheel." He narrowed his eyes at me, testing my reaction as if the look on my face would let him know if I was capable of such a thing. I was. He should have known that, and by the way, he took a step away from me. I figure he realized I would. "Look, your fight is with the big guy. So just grab him and go. Meg's mine. I'll be fine. I've gone up against her before." 

       "Andi -"

       "Stop," I snapped him as quietly as I could. "We're running out of time."

        "Fine," he groaned as he slipped his gun behind his back and grabbed me by the arm. My eyes widened in a panic, not sure what he was about to do. I didn't have a chance to stop him or question what he was doing, his hands gripped my cheeks tightly, and he leaned forward, crushing his lips against mine as if it was going to be the last time we ever touched. Every part of my body froze as his hands slid into the back of my hair, and he pulled away, breathless. His forehead pressed against mine as I inhaled sharply. "If you die, I will kill you."

      "You know, you could have just said I love you," I said playfully, hoping to break the tense silence that fell between us. I don't know where it came from or why I said it, but I regretted it when he pulled away. His heavy breathing came to a halt as he stared at me, his eyes fluttering as if he wasn't sure he understood. Without hesitation, I brushed my hand against the light scruff on his cheek and gave him a playful smile. "Don't worry, I won't die." I leaned up and gently kissed his still lips but quickly pulled away as he tensed under my touch.