Supernatural Love (Dean Winchester)

Chapter Five

My POV:

"Sammy?!" Dean yelled, jumping up. "Oh My Gosh! Sam! What happened?!" "What do you

mean?" Sam replied with an extremely confused look. I looked around and noticed that the diner

was empty and it appeared to have been that way for awhile. How long had me and Dean been

talking? The longer I looked at Sam the sicker I began to feel because of the smell of the blood.

The smell of iron was very potent in the room, which made me completely forget about the smell

of the food. I wasn't hungry anymore and I think that I could hold off on the food for awhile. Dean

ran over to the counter to have them call 911, but no one was there. The diner was completely

empty, aside from us. I ran over to the counter where Dean was, and grabbed all of the towels that

I could find, then I ran over to Sam. "Where are you bleeding from?!" No answer. "SAM, WHERE

ARE YOU BLEEDING FROM?!" " It's not my blood, it's his." "Whose?!" ""The man who was in my

head." I looked over and noticed that Dean was as confused as I was. Me and Dean had a silent

conversation about who was going to stay with Sam and who was going to go and check the halls

for the man that Sam was talking about. I must have won because Dean left the counter and

walked over to where the hall was and he walked in. I went over and began to clean the blood of

Sam while Sam stayed silent. Sometimes silence is good but this type of silence was an eerie

silence. Dean came back with a look on his face that told me that the man was real and it wasn't

just in Sam's head. Dean came over and told me that the man was dead and that his skull was

smashed in. I gave Dean the job of cleaning off Sam, while I went to look in the bathroom. I wasn't

sure why I had to go and look at the man in the bathroom, but I think that I had to prove to myself

that this was all really happening and that it wasn't all a dream that I had while laying in bed

asleep. When I arrived at the bathroom I took a deep breath and walked in. I instantly regretted

this, because the walls and the floor we covered in look from the man. My eyes avoided the man at

all costs, and I decided that it was time to leave. When I walked out of the bathroom I noticed that

a large portion of the blood had been cleaned off of Sam, but now the towels were covered. What

were we suppose to do now? "What are we going to do?" I questioned, "We have a dead man and

the murder right in front of us." "Sam isn't a murder anymore than me and you!" Dean came back

with his defenses up, as if I was going to hurt Sam. I would never hurt Sam. "We need to go back

to the motel, grab our stuff, and leave." "LEAVE?! Where are we going to go?!" " You're house! It

is in the middle of nowhere, no one knows that we were with you, and-" "And, what?!" "Look are

you gonna help or not?" "Grab the stuff, we need to leave." I don't know what I was thinking but

for some reason meeting these guys, has made me do crazy,crazy, things.