Highway to Hell: Episode One: "Hell's Belle"
Episode 1 : Hell’s Belle
Chapter 6: The Aftermath
Chapter Wordcount: 1150
She woke up squinting against the sun that was filtering through the drawn curtains. Her face felt swollen and like a horse had kicked her and she felt a sharp pain radiating through her arm. She didn’t have to think about why. The night before was still clear as day in her mind.
*Howie Day’s “Collide” playing in the background*
The ritual they walked in on. The feel as she pulled those triggers; no matter how many lives you take you never got over that click. The look that was in Kevin’s eyes, making him something he was never before. The feel of his teeth tearing through her muscle and the tearing of her heart when he told her that he had been the one to kill their parents. She could still feel the way the blade entered his skull. And worse of all she could still hear his voice…the voice of her brother that she had loved more than anything, as she pulled the trigger on that shotgun.
She choked, fighting back the tears. She felt a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders, and the warmth of a protective body against her back.
Dean had one arm under her head, acting as her pillow, stretched out in front of her face. The other was wrapped around her shoulders, clutching her against his chest.
She smiled despite the pain as her free hand reached up to hold the forearm that was wrapped around her chest. She then eyed the hand that was stretched out in front of her and let her hand run softly down the length finally lacing her fingers within his.
His fingers stayed relaxed for a moment before closing around hers and squeezing her hand slightly. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on the side of her neck as she smiled slightly.
She let go of his hand and rolled onto her back to face him.
Nothing was said as blue eyes met hazel.
Silence was what they needed.
Dean could see the tears that made her eyes sparkle with impossible depth and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his chest where she proceeded to cry what little tears she had left.
She finally pulled back, having no more tears and met his concerned eyes.
He didn’t say, “I’m sorry” or “It’s okay” or even shushed her. It just wouldn’t have been true. Sorry didn’t cut it and there’s no way in hell what happened was okay.
Instead all he said was “I’m here,” as he ran his fingers over her red cheek and through her tangled hair.
She smiled despite the pain, because she knew he was.
She had one hand resting on his chest, zoning out and focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest.
He just watched her.
Finally she snuggled closer to him and buried herself in his arms…he gladly let her.
“It was him.” She whispered.
He pulled back to look at her questioningly.
“He killed my parents.”
He sighed. “What happened baby?”
She tightened her grasp around him and told him everything.
She told him about the fight and about the way he tore the chunk out of her arm.
He absent-mindedly ran his hand lightly over the bandage as she recounted her tale.
Then she told him how the Jackal had confessed and how she had buried her knife into its skull.
She sighed deep and after a moment of silence added; “Something happened…after I stabbed him…he was Kevin again.” She choked. “I killed him…I killed Kevin.”
He didn’t have to ask how. He had heard the gunshot and knew from what weapon it had came from, and when he had reached the cave he knew exactly where she had aimed too.
He pulled her close and nuzzled her cheek, letting her bury her face into the crook of his neck.
“There was no other choice. You know you did what you had to.”
She nodded slightly.
“Monte…you saved him. Whatever was happening to him was bound to have gotten worse…if nothing else you let him escape that.”
She would have cried but she was physically incapable…she had no tears left to shed.
He pulled back to rest his forehead on hers, cradling her face in his large callused hands and met her red eyes.
“I don’t know what I would have done with out you and Sam,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to think about that.” He replied.
Her eyes glanced around the room. “Where’s Sam…is he okay?” She asked, her panic rising.
“He’s fine.” He reassured her, bringing her back into his embrace. “Just relax.”
She did. She once again snuggled into his warmth and tried to steady her breathing and racing heartbeat.
“What would you have done…if you had to kill Sam?” She whispered into his chest.
He sighed deep and she pulled back to watch his face.
“I would have shot myself first…which makes you a million times stronger than me.” He whispered.
She dropped her gaze and he once again rested his forehead against hers.
She met his eyes and somehow knew everything was going to be okay. She would never get over what she had done. Never would get over losing her parents. Never would get over the betrayal of the only person until now that ever mattered to her. But somehow, while getting lost in the depths of those shining hazel eyes, she found the comfort she was looking for. And then his lids descended over the very eyes that held her imagination and he leaned forward kissing her softly.
Part of her wanted to pull back, wanted to refuse anything pleasurable after what had happened. But she wanted this…needed it.
She felt his tongue graze her lips and she allowed him to deepen the kiss.
And time stood still.
By the time they broke they were both short on breath. Not because of physical strain, but emotional. He rolled his forehead against hers and nuzzled into her soft cheek, breathing in her scent. Relaxing into each other.
Breaking the silence his phone alerted him that he had a message.
His strong arm reached over her relaxed form to grab the device off of the end table.
“What is it?” She asked quietly as he flipped it open and studied the screen.
“Sam…wondering if we want breakfast.”
She smiled when he glanced at her from the side.
“Whaddya think?” He asked, his free arm wrapped around her shoulders.
“Tell him 10 minutes.” She replied, snuggling closer into the crook of his arm.
He smiled and text Sam back.
Sam leaned against the Impala as his phone beeped its alert that he had a message. He glanced at the lit up screen to see the reply.
“10 mins plze…shell b ok.”
Sam smiled, replacing the Treo back in his pocket and sighing in the cold air.
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Chapter 6: The Aftermath
Chapter Wordcount: 1150
She woke up squinting against the sun that was filtering through the drawn curtains. Her face felt swollen and like a horse had kicked her and she felt a sharp pain radiating through her arm. She didn’t have to think about why. The night before was still clear as day in her mind.
*Howie Day’s “Collide” playing in the background*
The ritual they walked in on. The feel as she pulled those triggers; no matter how many lives you take you never got over that click. The look that was in Kevin’s eyes, making him something he was never before. The feel of his teeth tearing through her muscle and the tearing of her heart when he told her that he had been the one to kill their parents. She could still feel the way the blade entered his skull. And worse of all she could still hear his voice…the voice of her brother that she had loved more than anything, as she pulled the trigger on that shotgun.
She choked, fighting back the tears. She felt a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders, and the warmth of a protective body against her back.
Dean had one arm under her head, acting as her pillow, stretched out in front of her face. The other was wrapped around her shoulders, clutching her against his chest.
She smiled despite the pain as her free hand reached up to hold the forearm that was wrapped around her chest. She then eyed the hand that was stretched out in front of her and let her hand run softly down the length finally lacing her fingers within his.
His fingers stayed relaxed for a moment before closing around hers and squeezing her hand slightly. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on the side of her neck as she smiled slightly.
She let go of his hand and rolled onto her back to face him.
Nothing was said as blue eyes met hazel.
Silence was what they needed.
Dean could see the tears that made her eyes sparkle with impossible depth and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his chest where she proceeded to cry what little tears she had left.
She finally pulled back, having no more tears and met his concerned eyes.
He didn’t say, “I’m sorry” or “It’s okay” or even shushed her. It just wouldn’t have been true. Sorry didn’t cut it and there’s no way in hell what happened was okay.
Instead all he said was “I’m here,” as he ran his fingers over her red cheek and through her tangled hair.
She smiled despite the pain, because she knew he was.
She had one hand resting on his chest, zoning out and focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest.
He just watched her.
Finally she snuggled closer to him and buried herself in his arms…he gladly let her.
“It was him.” She whispered.
He pulled back to look at her questioningly.
“He killed my parents.”
He sighed. “What happened baby?”
She tightened her grasp around him and told him everything.
She told him about the fight and about the way he tore the chunk out of her arm.
He absent-mindedly ran his hand lightly over the bandage as she recounted her tale.
Then she told him how the Jackal had confessed and how she had buried her knife into its skull.
She sighed deep and after a moment of silence added; “Something happened…after I stabbed him…he was Kevin again.” She choked. “I killed him…I killed Kevin.”
He didn’t have to ask how. He had heard the gunshot and knew from what weapon it had came from, and when he had reached the cave he knew exactly where she had aimed too.
He pulled her close and nuzzled her cheek, letting her bury her face into the crook of his neck.
“There was no other choice. You know you did what you had to.”
She nodded slightly.
“Monte…you saved him. Whatever was happening to him was bound to have gotten worse…if nothing else you let him escape that.”
She would have cried but she was physically incapable…she had no tears left to shed.
He pulled back to rest his forehead on hers, cradling her face in his large callused hands and met her red eyes.
“I don’t know what I would have done with out you and Sam,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to think about that.” He replied.
Her eyes glanced around the room. “Where’s Sam…is he okay?” She asked, her panic rising.
“He’s fine.” He reassured her, bringing her back into his embrace. “Just relax.”
She did. She once again snuggled into his warmth and tried to steady her breathing and racing heartbeat.
“What would you have done…if you had to kill Sam?” She whispered into his chest.
He sighed deep and she pulled back to watch his face.
“I would have shot myself first…which makes you a million times stronger than me.” He whispered.
She dropped her gaze and he once again rested his forehead against hers.
She met his eyes and somehow knew everything was going to be okay. She would never get over what she had done. Never would get over losing her parents. Never would get over the betrayal of the only person until now that ever mattered to her. But somehow, while getting lost in the depths of those shining hazel eyes, she found the comfort she was looking for. And then his lids descended over the very eyes that held her imagination and he leaned forward kissing her softly.
Part of her wanted to pull back, wanted to refuse anything pleasurable after what had happened. But she wanted this…needed it.
She felt his tongue graze her lips and she allowed him to deepen the kiss.
And time stood still.
By the time they broke they were both short on breath. Not because of physical strain, but emotional. He rolled his forehead against hers and nuzzled into her soft cheek, breathing in her scent. Relaxing into each other.
Breaking the silence his phone alerted him that he had a message.
His strong arm reached over her relaxed form to grab the device off of the end table.
“What is it?” She asked quietly as he flipped it open and studied the screen.
“Sam…wondering if we want breakfast.”
She smiled when he glanced at her from the side.
“Whaddya think?” He asked, his free arm wrapped around her shoulders.
“Tell him 10 minutes.” She replied, snuggling closer into the crook of his arm.
He smiled and text Sam back.
Sam leaned against the Impala as his phone beeped its alert that he had a message. He glanced at the lit up screen to see the reply.
“10 mins plze…shell b ok.”
Sam smiled, replacing the Treo back in his pocket and sighing in the cold air.
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