What's Meant to Be
What's Meant to Be (Alternate Ending)
Section Wordcount: 764
My editors actually disagreed as to how I should end this...the cliffhanger from the part above was the original, but one of them thought it needed more...so wah lah, alternate ending.
“Me and my brother…” he sighed. “This is going to sound really ridiculous and you’re not going to believe me, but…we hunt…ghosts and um, demons and things.”
She stared.
“That’s funny Dean. I love how you can just lie to me like that.”
“I’m not lying!” he promised, hanging his head in defeat. “I told you you weren’t going to believe me.”
“That you’re a Ghostbuster? Sorry if that seems a little far-fetched.”
“Look, when I was a kid, my mom was killed…”
“Yea, in a fire, you told me that.”
“Not just a fire…she was…she was on the ceiling. A Demon killed my mother. After that my dad hunted anything evil he could find. Demons, ghosts, poltergeists…”
“Monsters?”
He nodded, “Yea, basically. He left us with Bobby so we could go to school. All those little trips I’d use to take. When we’d disappear for a weekend or I’d miss a week of school…I was hunting with my dad.”
“That’s why you always had bruises and scrapes and shit…” she whispered, actually starting to believe him.
He nodded. “Yea, that’s why I had to move. There was this big job on the east coast, so my dad packed us up and left.”
She just continued to stare at him.
“That’s what this thing is about isn’t it?” she whispered, reaching towards him and lifting the charm from his chest gently.
He nodded, “It’s a protective amulet.”
“That’s why you never take it off…” she whispered again. She jumped up from the bed and went over to her dresser, pawing through her small jewelry box and lifting out a small silver chain with a pendant hanging from it.
“That’s why you gave me this?” she whispered again, the chain dangling from her fingers as she turned towards him.
He looked in awe, “You kept it…”
“Of course I kept it.”
He grinned, “Yea, that’s a protective symbol too.”
She chuckled, “And here I just thought it looked cool.”
Dean smirked.
She finally sighed and walked back over to the bed and sat next to him.
He watched her. She was actually taking it better than he thought she would have.
“I always wondered if there were things out there. Remember my dad’s van, that made all those weird noises? And then it just stopped that one day.”
He grinned.
“What?”
“Why do you think it stopped?”
Her eyes went wide. “You did that?”
He just smiled and nodded.
“Holy shit…”
“You believe me?”
She looked at him again. “Yea…I think I do.”
He nodded.
“I still can’t see why I can’t go with you.”
He drug his lip through his teeth.
“It’s too dangerous Case, I can’t put you in danger like that.”
“What’s so dangerous? I’ll stay at the hotel while you go and do whatever it is you do,” she said waving her hand. “Hell, you know I love road trips,” she grinned.
He didn’t smile back though.
“After we moved, Sammy went to college. Two years after that dad went missing, I went and got Sammy to help me look for him one weekend. When we got back…” he sighed, “He got back just in time to see his girlfriend killed the same way our mom was. I barely got him out in time.”
Her face paled at that.
“We were 500 miles away and that thing killed her, I can’t go dragging you around putting you in danger like that. Whatever this thing is seems to hate my family. I can’t endanger you.”
She sat in silence for a moment.
“That’s a load of crap.”
“What?”
“You just said you guys were 500 miles away from her when it killed her. And you think that leaving me here by myself is going to protect me? When I could be with two, apparently demon-ass-kickers?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at that remark before sighing, refusing to admit she had a point.
“Dean…I’ve got nothing here. After you left, after school, I moved in with Teresa and got a job. I’ve been working at the same damn place all this time. And…I can’t lose you again,” she whispered, “I won’t.”
He bit the inside of his cheek. He hated admitting she had a point. Hated to admit that he was seriously considering it.
“I have to talk to Sam. This is his life too now.”
Casey just nodded, “Yea, of course.”
Dean sighed again, “I can’t believe I’m even considering this. I’m nuts.”
She smiled and shrugged, “I coulda told you that.”
He rolled his eyes and pulled her into a hug.
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Section Wordcount: 764
My editors actually disagreed as to how I should end this...the cliffhanger from the part above was the original, but one of them thought it needed more...so wah lah, alternate ending.
“Me and my brother…” he sighed. “This is going to sound really ridiculous and you’re not going to believe me, but…we hunt…ghosts and um, demons and things.”
She stared.
“That’s funny Dean. I love how you can just lie to me like that.”
“I’m not lying!” he promised, hanging his head in defeat. “I told you you weren’t going to believe me.”
“That you’re a Ghostbuster? Sorry if that seems a little far-fetched.”
“Look, when I was a kid, my mom was killed…”
“Yea, in a fire, you told me that.”
“Not just a fire…she was…she was on the ceiling. A Demon killed my mother. After that my dad hunted anything evil he could find. Demons, ghosts, poltergeists…”
“Monsters?”
He nodded, “Yea, basically. He left us with Bobby so we could go to school. All those little trips I’d use to take. When we’d disappear for a weekend or I’d miss a week of school…I was hunting with my dad.”
“That’s why you always had bruises and scrapes and shit…” she whispered, actually starting to believe him.
He nodded. “Yea, that’s why I had to move. There was this big job on the east coast, so my dad packed us up and left.”
She just continued to stare at him.
“That’s what this thing is about isn’t it?” she whispered, reaching towards him and lifting the charm from his chest gently.
He nodded, “It’s a protective amulet.”
“That’s why you never take it off…” she whispered again. She jumped up from the bed and went over to her dresser, pawing through her small jewelry box and lifting out a small silver chain with a pendant hanging from it.
“That’s why you gave me this?” she whispered again, the chain dangling from her fingers as she turned towards him.
He looked in awe, “You kept it…”
“Of course I kept it.”
He grinned, “Yea, that’s a protective symbol too.”
She chuckled, “And here I just thought it looked cool.”
Dean smirked.
She finally sighed and walked back over to the bed and sat next to him.
He watched her. She was actually taking it better than he thought she would have.
“I always wondered if there were things out there. Remember my dad’s van, that made all those weird noises? And then it just stopped that one day.”
He grinned.
“What?”
“Why do you think it stopped?”
Her eyes went wide. “You did that?”
He just smiled and nodded.
“Holy shit…”
“You believe me?”
She looked at him again. “Yea…I think I do.”
He nodded.
“I still can’t see why I can’t go with you.”
He drug his lip through his teeth.
“It’s too dangerous Case, I can’t put you in danger like that.”
“What’s so dangerous? I’ll stay at the hotel while you go and do whatever it is you do,” she said waving her hand. “Hell, you know I love road trips,” she grinned.
He didn’t smile back though.
“After we moved, Sammy went to college. Two years after that dad went missing, I went and got Sammy to help me look for him one weekend. When we got back…” he sighed, “He got back just in time to see his girlfriend killed the same way our mom was. I barely got him out in time.”
Her face paled at that.
“We were 500 miles away and that thing killed her, I can’t go dragging you around putting you in danger like that. Whatever this thing is seems to hate my family. I can’t endanger you.”
She sat in silence for a moment.
“That’s a load of crap.”
“What?”
“You just said you guys were 500 miles away from her when it killed her. And you think that leaving me here by myself is going to protect me? When I could be with two, apparently demon-ass-kickers?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at that remark before sighing, refusing to admit she had a point.
“Dean…I’ve got nothing here. After you left, after school, I moved in with Teresa and got a job. I’ve been working at the same damn place all this time. And…I can’t lose you again,” she whispered, “I won’t.”
He bit the inside of his cheek. He hated admitting she had a point. Hated to admit that he was seriously considering it.
“I have to talk to Sam. This is his life too now.”
Casey just nodded, “Yea, of course.”
Dean sighed again, “I can’t believe I’m even considering this. I’m nuts.”
She smiled and shrugged, “I coulda told you that.”
He rolled his eyes and pulled her into a hug.
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