Love Conquers Evil

"Having Fun?"

I jumped up and grabbed the closest weapon near me.

Cas and I ran towards the noise.

Running outside, we met Sam, Dean, and Bobby, guns raised and looking around the junkyard.

We stood in silence while we waited for something to attack.

Then it did.

Someone jumped off the roof, landing on me.

I crashed to the ground and all air from my lungs was forced out of me.

"You're wanted by many," He hissed aloud.

A punch to my face snapped my head to the side, but the weight on top of me was thrown off me.

I jump up quickly to see the demon kick the gun out of Deans hands, and throw a punch.

Dean easily blocked it and threw his own punch, but the demon ducked and swept Deans feet from underneath him.

He fell to the ground and before the demon could jump him, Sammy tackled him.

Sam got the demon in a tight hold.

"Castiel!" I yelled.

He walked over to Sam and the demon and placed his hand on its head.

A small light eliminated from the demons body before he fell limp.

Cas took a few steps back and Sam checked to see if the innocent person had a heart beat.

He shook his head.

I sighed.

"Great! More demons goings after you!" Dean exclaimed.

He started pacing around while I stood there.

I brought my hand up to my lip to find it bleeding from a cut my tooth caused.

It was also swollen.

"Why do you seem to draw the attention of demons?" Dean questioned kind of snappishly.

I grinned.

"I'm just that irresistible," I said amusingly.

He stopped pacing a glared at me.

"What I can't joke around?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"No," He said simply.

"You do all the time, especially when your about to die," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's not funny when your life is on the line," He said stopping to look me in the eyes.

"We're going to bury the body," Bobby said.

Dean and I looked over to Sam as Bobby and nodded.

Next thing I know, Dean took my hand and pulled me to the kitchen.

He picked me up by the waist and set my on the counter.

He grinned as a small yelp of surprise escaped my lips.

"Having fun?" I asked.

He half shrugged and nodded, still grinning.

I laughed and shook his head.

Dean found a rag and got it wet with warm water.

He stood between my legs to get as close as he could to me.

I stared into his eyes while he gently cleaned the blood off my bottom lip.

His eyes continuously went from my eyes, down to my lips and back again.

The rag went over the split on my lip painfully and I jerked back.

"Ouch!" I said.

"Sorry," Dean said with a smirk.

I slapped his arm gently but he just laughed.

"I don't know what I'll do if I loose you," Dean said quietly, once again serious.

"You won't loose me," I said just as quietly.

I leaned down and rested my forehead on his, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and winding my fingers into his short hair at the base of his neck.

"You can't promise that," Dean said sadly.

That broke my heart a little.

Mainly because it was true and because he knew it too.

I decided to think more positive though.

"Sure I can," I said grinning.

He looked up into my eyes questionably.

"I know you won't let anything happen to me," I finished.

Which of course is true to a fault.

He would do all in his power to keep me safe.

Make sure that I stayed safe, no matter the risk to himself.

"Well, you're right about that," He said with a small grin.

I smiled as he slowly brought his lips to mine.

He kissed me gently, being careful of my swollen bottom lip.

"Get your ass off my kitchen counter. For Gods sake, I make food on that counter."