•Unwritten•

Twenty Four

Blood pooled at my feet, like a river of destruction as the thunder and rain lashed around me like a silk blanket of water. I stepped through the blood and water puddles, my eyes widening upon every body laying lifeless on the ground. Countless dead people surrounded me and with every step I started recognising faces, people I cared about people I loved. Sam, Dean, Ellen, Bobby, Jo even my father led lifeless. My breath caught in my throat as I walked up the steps, a large window facing me where I could see the reflections of all the death behind me, and I could also see that I was the one holding the knife.

I sat up with a loud gasp, my heart settling when I realised it was just a nightmare, the same one I'd been having all week. Sam looked over his shoulder at me, concern in his face but my gentle nod told him that there was nothing to worry about. I wasn't quite sure about that.

It had been a difficult ride since I met the boys at the hospital, my entire life flipped and I almost lost it a few times. I couldn't catch a break between fighting, arguing, almost dying and now worrying about the demon blood flowing through my veins.

Dean pulled up outside a lone diner and Sam stepped out, leaning his head through the window. "Hey, don't forget the extra onions this time, huh?" Dean said and Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, we're the one who are gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions."

I grinned and leant forward. "Yeah, hold off on the onions." I smiled at Dean and he rolled his eyes before slapping some cash into his brothers hand. "Hey, see if they've got any pie!" He shouted out the window as Sam walked towards the diner shaking his head.

"Another nightmare?"

I nodded slowly, my head still leant over the front seat. Dean sighed and looked down at me, a mixture of pity and confusion on his face. "It's been calm hasn't it." He said leaning his head beside mine. I sighed and nodded. "Too calm." We hadn't had any cases for two weeks, no demonic disturbances, no monsters, nothing. It was peaceful, but it worried me. I leant back and opened the car door. "I'm gonna see if they've got a toilet, it's still a long way to Bobby's." I smiled at Dean before grabbing his jacket and skipping across the parking lot and joining Sam as he walked through the diner doors.
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Dean's POV
I had to force myself not to stare at her constantly, it was becoming a problem. After that first kiss, all I wanted to do was repeat it but I knew that wasn't fair so I promised myself that I wouldn't do anything until I could give her some real answers about my feelings. I'd had a lot of time to think about them over the last few weeks, seeing as we'd had no cases. We'd spent most of it hauled up in motel after motel, trying to stay hidden from the cops who were out to get us, and being that close to her was difficult.
I was also battling with something else, something else regarding Faith that I'd noticed. As soon as I found out about the demon forcing her to drink his blood, I knew that it had to mean something, he wouldn't just do it for no reason. I asked Bobby to look it up, and he'd found something, something quite disturbing. I hadn't told her or Sam about it because I still wasn't sure what it meant and part of me didn't want to believe it was true. Bobby said that demon blood consumption can completely change the mind of the consumer, it can give them enhanced abilities but because of the evil in the blood it can effect and change the perception. I didn't believe it at first but then I started noticing things. The first thing was when her dad was leaving, she carelessly took my gun and shot his car, something completely out of character but I excused it with the fact that her father had hurt her again, she was just angry with him. Then at the prison, she didn't seem to distinguish that despite the fact that the people dying were prisoners, they were still innocents. Then she stabbed the inmate, and as much as she says it was in self defence, I saw the whole thing with my own eyes and so did she. The guard was mere metres away when she stabbed the guy, it was completely unnecessary and I could read her like a book, I knew that her getting upset in the infirmary was an attempt to emotionally manipulate me into believing she felt guilty. I didn't know if she started to feel bad after, but something was wrong with her, something was different. The Faith that I knew was a voice of reason, an advocate for those that couldn't stand up for themselves. She questioned all my judgments and more than half the time she was right to do so, but recently, she'd been careless.