“Why?!”
Not many twenty one year old rockers usually help the world other than creating music, but I’m not your average rocker chick. The name is Bethann Taylor. Yeah I got the kickass black and red hair (black in back, red in front), eyeliner, the ripped jeans, band t’s, and the Converse with the purple laces. Oh and I almost forgot…I help the Winchesters, Sam and Dean, fight the evil supernatural beings around the U.S.
When I first started working with the brothers that’s all they were to be. Really no emotions of lust or any kind were there until one day. The one day that has cursed me ever since. I swear I don’t know how the hell it happened. One day I was just filling up Dean’s car with some gas while he went to go inside the station and pay for it. Then when he came out and walked past me and smiled I was done for. The term “head over heels” definitely covers it. Yeah I know it’s cliché and all but it happened and now I’m stuck. Ugh.
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For weeks the guys and I had been tracking this wendigo. The son of a bitch was quite smart and would book it whenever we would get too close. As of yesterday though more than one person had gone missing from this dinky little town and we hit the hot spot.
It was late and we were in the woods. Sam was to my right about thirty yards and Dean was to my left about forty. I looked at both of them and cocked my shot gun and made sure my switch blade was in my back pocket. We all gave each other the signal to go forward. The wendigo was in a cave about hundred yards and it was going to die one way or another.
The only sound audile was the occasional croak from a toad. I was nervous but who wouldn’t be? Wendigos were bad mother fuckers and I would be stupid to not be even a little scared.
Dean reached the cave first and then Sam and I went in. So far everything was quiet except for the little drips of water in the distance. The three of us marched forward and held our weapons at the ready. I saw something move quick in the shadows towards Dean and I shoved him to the side.
“No!” I yelled and hit the wall. The wendigo was blood thirsty and we looked right to eat.
“Sam shoot!” Dean raged and before you could blink or scream shots were being fired like a firecracker during Chinese New Year.
The wendigo back tracked for a second and jumped up onto some ledge. It was circling around us I could tell. With not so steady arms I pushed myself back up and grabbed my shot gun. The three of us circled while looking up and couldn’t see it. Just as Sam was about to shine a light the beast came down and knocked Sam right out. I could hear Dean yell for Sam but he didn’t respond.
I fired off a blast but it missed the monster by an inch. It didn’t take too kindly to it and turned around and reared its nasty head at me and roared. Serious halitosis. I fired off another shot but it dodged it and ran right after me. I couldn’t react fast enough and again I was on the ground with its jaws trying to snap at my neck.
“Hey!” Dean bellowed and shot the wendigo right in the shoulder. It howled and backed off coming after him instead. It came at a fast pace and knocked Dean down. I was scared and somehow pulled it off of him. Stupidly enough I didn’t watch out for its claws and it got my stomach. It was just a graze really but it hurt like a bitch.
I was scrambling on the grown to get back to my gun but it pulled me back and slammed my head with it’s fist. I thought I was going to black out until I felt my switch blade in my pocket. I whipped it out and stuck it right in the wendigo’s neck. It gave a loud screeching sound and plopped right on the floor.
“Serves you right,” I coughed and laughed.
“Ahhuuggg…what happened?” Sam asked and I looked up a little to see him rubbing his head and Dean helping him up.
“You got knocked out.” Dean gritted through his teeth and came towards me. He looked pissed but I didn’t ask why as he picked me up bridal style and walked us back to his car.
“Thanks for the lift,” I said and tried to smile at him but he didn’t even look at me while laying me down in the back seat.
“Uh Dean, is there something I should know about? Why are you so pissed? It’s dead,” Sam said and looked back at me for answers too. I shrugged. I didn’t know why the hell Dean was so pissy all of a sudden but it was starting to worry me. What the hell was he thinking?
Little did I know I wouldn’t talk to him for three months.
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Since that night Dean hasn’t even looked at me. What the hell did I do wrong?! You might think why would I think he’s mad at me? Well call it a woman’s intuition. He won’t answer my calls or texts. He won’t look me in the face. He won’t be in the same room with me no matter if it’s just me or a bunch of people around! So yeah I’m guessing it has a lot to do with me. But the question is why?
Thankfully enough Sam hasn’t deserted me. We talk everyday. Really he is the big brother I never had. We go to the bar and chill or I we have a jam session together. Heck we’re almost at the point where we can tell what the other will say before we even say it. You might think it’s freaky but it’s actually quite fun.
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It was Friday night and Sam was done dealing with Dean’s cranky mood swings so him and I decided to go have a drink. Somehow we got on the topic of vampires and what it would be like to sleep with one.
“I bet their stamina is impeccable,” I fake gushed and Sam looked like he got slapped. “I mean they are probably better than regular human guys.” I joked and Sam was prepared to put his two cents in.
“Excuse me, but us human boys are just fine thank you!”
I couldn’t help but laugh but stopped short when I saw Dean walk in. I wanted to wave for him to come over but as soon as he saw me he turned and walked right back out.
“That’s it! It ends tonight!” I huffed and Sam tried to ask what I was doing but I didn’t have time to explain.
I slammed the door shut once I was outside and saw Dean walking back to his car. It (the car) looked extra sexy in the moonlight and it’s owner looked extra dangerous next to it.
Dean was opening the driver’s when I slammed it shut. He reeled around fast and looked like he was gunna yell at me, but I didn’t care.
“Why won’t you talk to me?! Why have you been ignoring me?! Why?!” I screamed it loud and clear in his face and he had me laying half way on the hood before I could breath another breath. This Dean that was so close to my face was not the Dean I once knew. There was something wrong with Dean. I wasn’t sure what but his eyes were filled with hurt.
“Beth go away.” Dean spoke quietly and dangerously to me and let me go.
“No. Not until you give me an explanation.”
He had me against the car again and I wanted to cry. Why wouldn’t he just tell me? What had I done?
“You are going to go and stay away from me.”
Tears (my biggest traitors) brimmed over my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. “What did I do Dean? What can I do to make it better?” I cried and Dean’s grip loosened from my wrists but he still held me to the car.
“You can’t do anything. It’s my fault you got hurt. You could have gotten killed. You need to stay away from me.” He whispered and breathed in a huge lung full of air.
“That’s what this is all about? You think by me staying away from you that I won’t get hurt? Dean I don’t want to stay away from you…ever.”
Dean blinked and let me go. I sat up and he turned away from me. I didn’t know what else to do so I just stood there crying silently.
“As much as I want what you want, it’s too much of a risk. I didn’t want to see it before but I saw it the night in the cave. We can’t be together,” Dean said softly and turned around to face me. It looked like he wanted to cry but was trying his hardest not to.
“Dean it doesn’t matter. I’ve done enough damage with you to never be fully safe again and I don’t care. I love you,” I breathed and waited for him to do or say anything.
Without a second later Dean grabbed my face with both of his strong hands and kissed me. It was a kiss of sadness and of love. The two of us knew being together was asking for trouble but we didn’t care. If the evil in this world wanted us apart they were going to have to try a hell of a lot harder than they thought.