I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader] Book 2

Implosion

A/N: I've been excited to write this chapter since I first started this story. Sorry in advance ;)

Sasha hated water.

It wasn't just deep water she hated. She recoiled at thunderstorms, blanched at swimming pools. Her skin crawled every time she stepped across a stream. What others felt as a soothing ripple against their skin was a scalding tide to her. Raindrops scarred her skin each time she clambered through them, just like the night she had been attacked.

She cradled Beatrice close to her chest, the baby–toddler, really, but she would always be Sasha's baby–sat primly on her mother's lap. She was outgrowing her clothes again, already, and Sasha lamented the loss of the pretty pastels that adorned her daughter. Her wallet lamented too, despite the funds being stolen. Credit card theft was hard work, after all.

Sasha hummed and rocked her baby, hoping the scattered notes would muffle the sound of equally scattered raindrops pattering against her window. It was a gentle, spring rain, thankfully. Not the downpours that made her skin itch with fear and dredged up old memories. Hidalgo didn't need her anxiety interfering with subduing Cassandra.

"The crocuses will start blooming soon," she said softly, tapping her baby on the nose. Beatrice giggled and she smiled a sweet, gap-toothed grin. "You'll like them. They're soft and pretty, like you, Bea. And they're pink, and purple-"

Beatrice babbled a string of 'ba-ba-ba-ba.'

"Exactly! Purple!"

"Pah-pah-pah."

Sasha smiled and tapped her daughter's cheeks with her fingertips. Her hair tickled the baby's face as she leaned over her – longer tresses now, a shoulder-length bob compared to the pixie cut she sported years ago. She liked it better this way. She didn't feel like she needed to worry about her hair being pullable anymore. Beatrice's finger clasped a lock, but didn't tug. Her chubby fists clenched and unclenched, a giggle bubbling out of her again.

The sun would rise soon. Sasha's living room was already brightening as the sky turned from black to a subtle blue-gray. The sun chasing the darkness away. The rain slowed to a patter on her window panes, and she sighed in relief.

A scream tore through the morning twilight.

Sasha's spine straightened immediately, her eyes cutting towards the window. She used one hand to adjust her glasses on her noses, blinking at the hazy light. Maybe it was just residual frustration from the conflict with Cassandra-

Another scream tore through the haze, followed by more. Howls and yips filled the air. Sasha's hackles rose.

Beatrice began to cry.

Sasha jumped to her feet and sprinted down the hall to the bedroom she shared with Hidalgo. Her chest heaved with panic as she set her daughter down on the bed. Beatrice wailed as her mother left her side, drawing the curtains tightly to shadow the room in darkness. She reached out with her mind, a loving caress.

"Hidalgo?" she whispered as she peeked through the curtains. The howls grew louder, growls and snarls accompanying them. There was no response from her husband. Sasha swallowed dryly.

She turned and padded towards the bed, dropping to her knees. "Beatrice, sweetie, mama loves you. I love you so much. Stay put, OK? Mama wants you to stay here." She pressed a lingering kiss to her daughter's forehead before jumping to her feet and rushing to the door. The only door in the house that locked. Her fingers paused for a moment, taking another look at her daughter before turning the lock and shutting the door, her wailing daughter safely inside.