“You can go home if it makes you this sad,” his voice was calm, so calm it had to be forced.
“I’m not crying because I wanna go home,” I answered angrily crossing my arms. I wanted to glare at him. I didn’t though.
“Then why are you crying?”
I saw from the corner of my eye that he raised his hand slightly, as if to console me.
Men are stupid.
Just as I was about to answer, Dean was thrust into the door by an imaginary force. The door broke as Dean crashed through. I looked at Anna.
Anna-the bitch Angel.
“Hello Anna,” I whispered taking a relaxing fighting stance in the yard.
She had a serious expression and I really wanted to punch her.
So I did.
A right hook and then a left upper cut. She barely stumbled back. Darn Angel strength. I dodged the punch and stab that she directed towards me and ducked.
Cheater. She brought a knife to a fist fight.
I grabbed her wrist, stealing the knife as it hit the ground.
“I have to kill you too. As you are carrying a direct line vessel.”
“What?” I questioned confused. This girl was weird.
I gave her a I’m so gonna beat your ass look before round house kicking her in the face. I smiled at the satisfying crunch sound. She felt glaring but got back up quickly.
1 point to me. 0 points to the bitch Angel.
“Dean. Little help!” I shouted running indoors.
Okay, it was cowardly of me but gosh darnnit what else was I supposed to do. It wasn’t my greatest plan, it was my only plan.
I didn’t make it past the steps.
I felt the pain before I fell.
My shoulder was on fire, at least that’s what it felt like.
“Bitch,” I muttered turning over onto my back. Even though it hurt. A lot. She stood over me her face serene.
“Sorry,” she said bringing the knife down. I closed my eyes. I waited for the pain.
Instead I got a bright light an Dean’s rough yet soft hands on my face.
“Mackinley. She’s losing too much blood,” he sounded worried.
“I’m not dead,” I blinked my eyes and focused on him. Which was kind of hard with all the pain in my shoulder. He visibly sighed and relaxed.
I had never been happier to see his face. Ever. His green-eyes were dark and his face tight in anxiety.
“The baby?” I whispered.
Did I mention my shoulder hurt? I didn’t see the blood but I could smell it. The metallic smell that reminded me of coins. I hated blood. I cringe but moving hurt. I wanted to get away from the blood, which was stupid because the blood was on me. But at the time it seemed possible.
The adrenaline was wearing off. I was feeling incredibly sleepy like I wanted to hide under the covers and never look up again.
“Our baby will be fine. Go to sleep,” Dean whispered. I could’ve sworn I felt him kiss my head. I relished in the feeling that he said our baby. Our.
My last thought before shutting my eyes was I better not be dying.
“Mac,”
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FanfictionMackinley Lesdi woke up next to a garbage skip, next to a handsome guy who just happenes to be Dean Winchester. As in Dean Winchester from Supernatural her mama's favourite TV series. She is shocked and wonders just how she ended up in a paranormal...
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