This Lil' Hottie Was A Geek

"Even if you cannot hear my voice...I'll be right beside you dear"

Oh god, I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop crying. I had to be stronger than this! Angela Becker is a strong independent woman. But look at me now. I was useless. Weak. The old Angela. The Angela who had let anything get to her, to hurt her, to use her. I didn't want to be that Angela. The one who craved her father's affection and cried to sleep at night because he would never give it.

It was the craziest thing, hardly relavent but for some reason, Dean's face swam in my mind. Why of all people, would I be thinking of my rivals little brother? Something must be wrong with me.

I should be thinking of Jason. The boy I had loved even though he broke my heart. But instead, It was Dean's face I was seeing. Why? Why was that?

I leaned against the pipes as another sob rocked my body. Stupid Dean...with his stupid expressionless face and his stupid everything is a drag attitude. If I died, that means I'll never see him again. I'll never hear him tease me, feel him pat my head like he always did.

An ache, strong and painful squeezed my chest at the thought. Why? Why was the thought of never being able to see him again painful? I shouldn't be feeling this way. I shouldn't care.

And I didn't want to die.

"Dean," I whispered, crying harder. "Dean...help me."

　

　

(Dean's POV)

 

"They're down there," I told the others gravely and watched as their faces paled. There was no mistake about it. It was a gun shot that we had heard.

"Shit," Austen cursed.

"This man hole is sealed in," Jason shook his head. "There's got to be another one around here."

We watched as Austen struggled to open it. He cursed again and slammed his fist against it when the top didn't budge.

"Aussie," Amber whimpered, "don't do that, you'l hurt yourself."

But Austen didn't listen to her. With a final frustrated slam, he stood and stalked passed her. Probably looking for another way in. I stood silently and still, watching them follow him.

I observed Austen. His tense reaction. I knew he was thinking of my sister. Wondering if that gun shot was meant for her, if she was alive. I was pondering on the same thing. But for some reason, like I knew where her kidnappers had taken her, I knew that she was okay. For now.

I took a step forward, prepared to follow the otheres when a sense of dread washed over me. I staggered and quickly balanced myself. I suddenly felt uneasy. Like something was wrong.

I looked around me, frowning. Something was wrong.

"Dean..."

I stiffened.

Angela.

Angela...she was hurt.

I didn't have time to think. I ran, jogging in a different direction from the rest. All I could think about was Angela. She was afraid, deathly afraid and wounded. I knew it. I could feel it.

She needed me.

I skidded to a holt in front of a gapping hole on the ground behind the school building. I didn't hesitate. I went in, climbing down a man made ladder. It was like someone had made it to make it easier for them to get underground. Probably made by the people who took Fay and Angela.

I dropped down, jumping off the ladder and looked around. It wasn't completely dark but dim. Fortunatly there was light enough to see.

"Help me..."

Angela's broken voice. She was crying. I sensed it, felt her fear, her helplessness.

I took off into a dead run, letting my feet carry me to her. I shouldn't have known her exact location, but whatever that was in me that let me know things lead me to her. I stopped when I spotted a figure huddled on the ground, rocking back and forth.

I sighed, releaved. I have found her.

Slowly, so that I wouldn't frighten her even more, I took a step forward. "Angie."

Angela stopped rocking back and forth, stiffening.

I took several steps forward until I was standing before her. Kneeling, I reached out and patted her head as gently as I could. "Angie. It's okay now, I'm here."

She raised her head up slowly, eyes wide and raw with tears.


"D...Dean?"

"Hello."

She blinked at me. "Oh great, now I'm hallucinating."

I took her face between my hands, forcing her to look at me. "I'm not a hallucination, Ange."

"But..." her voice cracked, "why are you here? How did you find me?"

I brushed my lips against her forhead tenderly. "Silly girl. Didn't I tell you? Fate gave you to me. I'll always find you."

　

(Angela's POV)

　

 

I stared at him.

Dean...it was Dean. Either I was going crazy and hallucinating or he was really kneeling here before me.

"It's all right now," he whispered to me, voice soothing and gentle. "Everythings okay."

My eyes began to burn again. Damn it! I had just stopped crying and now I was about to start bawling again! I didn't want to cry any more!

"It's okay to cry, Ange," Dean brushed a thumb under my eyes, "you don't have to act strong with me."

"Damn you," I hissed at him. "Why do this always happen? Every time we meet, It's always at my weakest point. Am I cursed or something?"

Dean chuckled. "No."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "How can you be here right now? How could you know that I needed you..."

"You called me."

I blinked. "What?"

"I heard you," he shurgged. "You were calling for me."

"Was not," I lied.

"Of course not," he agreed, probably trying to calm me down.

This was so freaking weird! Dean was weird...yet...

"You're hurt," he stated. "Can you stand?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

He stood and reached out a hand. "Don't worry, Angie. I'm here with you now. I won't leave you."

I stared at his hand. He wont leave me? I took his hand.

I believed him.

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