SCARRING CARS

The three people at the table ate in tense silence. Ebony mindlessly bit into her sandwich, which had more colour than she had ever seen in one place, and tasted foul. She didn't particularly want to eat, mainly because she wasn't hungry, but also because of the murderous glares Dean had been giving her ever since she sat down. She would rather starve than have Deans gaze on her for more than a second, staring at her body and scanning her for threats. 

She swallowed, the sandwich making it's way down her throat slowly and uncomfortably. She wanted to speed up the process, and reached for her glass of water. Dean jumped up and pulled out his gun, aiming it at her head. Ebony rolled her eyes and made a point of picking up the glass and taking an exaggerated satisfactory sip. "Cool it Dean, I'm just refreshing myself. Everybody does that, unless I have my facts wrong." Dean didn't move, only cocking the gun. "Put the gun down Dean. I'm not going to kill anyone with water, I'm not Poseidon."

Eventually he put the gun down, placing it on the table with the barrel facing her, close by Deans side. He must be scared, she thought, amused. As he should be, for Ebony was a firecracker with a short fuse. 

"Someone's touchy today. Didn't get enough sleep last night?" Ebony asked him, ripping a chunk off the sandwich, tossing it in her mouth and violently chewing down on it. 

"Preoccupied, I guess." Dean didn't pick up his food, and hadn't eaten any of it all. Meanwhile, Sam had a sandwich in one hand and in the other half a newspaper, eyes darting across the page in wild interest. Ebony didn't think he'd even heard the conversation between her and Dean. 

"With what exactly?" 

"Monsters, hunting, death. You know, the usual." 

"Death in general? You must be a pretty poetic person." 

"No, though Death in general is bad too. Recently, uh, someone close to us died." So the norm then, she thought darkly to herself. Ebony felt quite proud those words hadn't slipped by her lips, and gave herself a mental pat on the back. 

"I'm so sorry, I know what that feels like." She stretched over the table, and managed to put her hand on top of his. Dean stiffened, and didn't react to her touch. "A good friend of mine died a while ago, we were really close. I'd only known her for half a year but it felt like forever." 

"What was her name?" 

"Celeste." Ebony choked up slightly at her name, and tried to hide her shining eyes. "The life sucks, doesn't it? People die all of the time for others, and we don't even get a thanks."

"It's what we signed up for." Dean grit his teeth, remembering all of the bloody deaths that remained in the shadows of his mind, and how all the thank yous never made it seem enough. Someone's life was worth more than just a damn thank you. 

Ebony was about to say something else when someone appeared out of thin air behind Dean. She screamed, and held a hand to her heart. Neither of the brothers seemed bothered by the mysterious presence, in fact they appeared calmer, not alarmed. "Why aren't you people freaking out? There's a man dressed like a freaking accountant in this room and you don't even grab your guns!" At this, the boys shrugged, and they tried to explain. Ebony didn't give them time to, because she snatched up Deans gun off of the table and blasted three rounds at the creature. 

"Bullets do not wound me, human." He was staring at her strangely, not taking his blue eyes off her. His eyes seemed to be undressing her, finding her deepest vulnerabilities and seeing her bottomless pit of secrets, and she wanted to wrap herself up, to hide her curves, but couldn't because of the weapon in her hands. 

"Ebony! Calm down! We know him!" Sam stood up, newspaper forgotten. Ebony lowered the gun slightly, keeping her finger on the trigger. She could feel the reassuring weight of the gun, and was hit with the urge to aim it at Sam and blow his brains out. Her finger twitched, and she needed to slow down her heart beat. As much as she wanted them dead, she couldn't do it like that. 

Sam reached out and touched her arm. Instantly she spun around, pointing the gun at his head. Her eyes were wild, a hint of blood lust hidden in the depths of her irises. Her mind played through the scenarios of her shooting one bullet to end his pitiful existence, and she felt disappointed with the results. The death wouldn't be as bloody as she wanted it to be, wouldn't be as painful. 

She knew she'd inflict a lot of pain. 

Her facial features twisted into ones of false regret, and she put the gun down. "I'm so sorry Sam, you scared the crap out of me!" She hit him in the arm, refraining from using her all of her strength. When he was dying, she wanted to surprise him with the power she had. 

Ebony spared a look at the creature, taking in his ruffled black hair and stubbly face. She couldn't help but admit that he was attractive; not her type though. "So, what the holy hell is he?" 

"I am Castiel, angel of the Lord." 

"Right, and I'm Michael Jackson." 

"He's being serious Ebony. Cas is an angel, they actually exist, and so does Heaven." 

"Okay, so now we have more supernatural beings added to the long To Kill list. Great, it's always been my life's dream to hunt and kill a feathery friend. Next thing you know we'll be going on a field trip to Hogwarts to defeat a dragon." 

"They're real too." 

Ebony sat down, rubbing her temples. "I'm sorry, I'm finding this hard to believe. Angels? Dragons? Give me a freaking break, I am not stupid, so stop this little stunt of yours, alright?" 

Cas was still staring at the woman, assessing her and making sure what he was seeing was correct. He hadn't seen anything like it before, and he was centuries old. Whatever what was wrong with this woman, it was greatly affecting her soul. "Dean, can I speak to you for a moment?" 

"Um, sure Cas." Dean gestured for Cas to follow him into the hallway, and making sure no one was nearby, closed the door. "What's up?" 

"Does Ebony appear strange to you?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Her soul... It's incredibly dark, covered in cracks and seems to try to heal but it just keeps breaking all over again." 

"What does that mean?" 

"I don't know if it could be because she's been through a lot of emotional trauma, or," Cas stopped, turning his head away from Dean. By saying what he was about to say, he felt as though he was questioning Deans ability as a hunter. "Have you thought that she could be a supernatural creature?"

"She's not a shifter, werewolf or demon, that we know for sure. I put holy water in her drink, and I did the silver test with her."

"There are more than three species of monsters on this planet." 

"Three less species she could be." Dean pointed out, smiling a little proud smile. 

"I'm confused Dean. I haven't seen anything like this in my entire existence, and she could be something we never even knew walked the earth."

"You're not the only one thinking that Cas," Dean ran his hand through his hair, lips pursed. He was as worried about what Ebony was as much as Cas was. Dean sighed, putting a hand on Cas' shoulder, "I'll keep an eye on her Cas, and if she acts strangely, I'll tell you." He patted his shoulder and let his hand drop, putting that hand back in his pocket. 

"Dean," Cas' eyes flitted from side to side, and Cas stepped closer, lowering his voice even more than before. "Are you sure it's okay for her to be in the bunker with you? She might have the ability to kill you."

"We've had worse in here, Cas. If she does go dark side, we'll deal with her."

"How would you 'deal' with her? If she is a creature, you wouldn't know what can and how to kill her."

"I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it." 

"You have no plan at all? Do you realise how dangerous that is? For all we know, she could have the power that can destroy the entire human race." 

"There's no harm in winging it. This way we won't need to sneak around her back, and she won't be suspicious. Trust me, it's a good plan." 

Dean walked off, returning to his sandwich. 

"How many times have you told me that now?" Cas mumbled, following Deans retreating figure. 

* 

"So angels are real, and dragons too. What about Santa?" 

"What are you, five?" 

"What? I'm just curious." Ebony shrugged, relaxing into her role. At first, her acting was a bit stiff, and she slipped out of character often, causing the Winchesters trust in her to plummet. As she spent more time with them, she was practising, adding oil to the squealing hinges. 

"We haven't found any evidence that he does exist, trust me, I've looked." Sam smiled, happy to see Ebony more comfortable.

They were laughing about it when Dean and Cas came in, both with solemn expressions on their faces. The laughter ceased, and Ebony's interest perked as to what they were talking about. 

"What were you guys talking about?" Sam asked, curiosity getting the better of him. 

Dean and Cas exchanged a look, and Cas spoke. "I found a case that you might be interested in." 

"Why didn't you speak to the two of us at the same time?" 

"Cas thought it might be good if you explained his being an angel and all of that crap, whilst he gave me the brief on the case. It's pretty easy, Cas and I can go and you stay here and look after Ebony." This infuriated Ebony - she wasn't some child that needed to be taken care of. 

"Dean I can go on that hunt too with you guys. You don't need to babysit me." 

"You're not going, and that's final."

"Dean you can't choose what hunts I go on!" Ebony screamed, standing up from her chair and knocking it over. She barely noticed, all she saw was red, and she was blinded by fury. 

"You could get hurt! Even die!" 

"What do you care, Dean? You barely know me." She moved away from the table and advanced on Dean. "I could get hurt on your average GhostBusters case or the crazy jacked up shit that seems to gravitate towards you Winchesters. I could die by crossing the street at the wrong time. Just because I'm with you guys doesn't automatically seal my fate!"

"What if you die protecting us? I can't have more blood on my hands!" 

"Don't be such a big head Dean! I barely know you, I'm not going to throw myself in the path of a monster because they gave you an ouchie." Her mouth started to take control, and her red vision got worse. "I actually value my life, and don't feel the urge that many others have to throw on a cape and save the day. I don't want to die, I like my organs inside my body and fully functioning, so I'm not going to put myself into compromising situations because you guys make me feel all self righteous!"

"So you won't help us?" Dean burst out, mouth set in a stern line. 

"There's a difference between helping and sacrificing yourself! Jeez, people do this so often with you the lines between the two seem to have blurred, or you obviously don't own a dictionary! I don't want to die because unlike you I won't come back because God loved me, or an angel saw me worthy enough to pull out of Hell, or because my brother sold his soul for me! If I die I will rot in Hell for eternity for what I've done, and that is what I deserve." 

She took a deep breath, taking in large quantities of oxygen. Her anger had stolen all of the air out of her body, and now she was starved of it. The men in the room gawped at her in shock, and it's not until she rubbed her face that she realised she had started crying. She didn't know when she did, or for how long, but all she knew was that she was exposing herself to them. 

Yes, she felt as though she deserved to go to Hell. It was something she'd thought for a while, and it had stemmed from the moment she became a hunter. It had taken her time to realise it, but hunting had caused all of the problems in her life. It was why her family was either dead or oblivious, why Celeste was dead, why she's had to kill people and was why Ebony couldn't control her feelings. They all had a common factor: hunting. It had torn her life apart and she hadn't even known. 

Deans voice broke the silence, and he stared at her long and hard. "Nice speech, but you're still not going." 

"Oh come on, it's not like I'm an amateur."

"Ebony!" Dean roared. "You are not going," he said in a scarily calm voice, through a clenched jaw. 

"Sure, I see why." She stormed out of the room, and ventured into the maze of corridors. 

* 

It was the darkest time of night, and Ebony had spent half an hour finding the way to the door. She carefully eased the door open, moving the rock she had placed in the corner of the door to prevent it from locking. Taking a quick glance behind her, she quickly shuffled outside, positioning the rock where she could open the door again. Her own bedroom door had been difficult enough to get past, but with a sheet of plastic and a lot of patience she managed to outsmart the lock. The door to the outside world was easy in comparison.

The stabbing chill of the wind blew ferociously around her, trying to penetrate the thick jacket buttoned to it's tightest. Even though the wind hadn't been able to get through her jacket, her fingers felt frozen. Her hands were red with cold, them giving off their own chill, as if her hands had absorbed as much cold they could and it was now bouncing off. 

The cold didn't matter, nor did the stiffness of her fingers. She had a plan, and nothing was going to stop it. 

Destroy what he loved most. 

That was her plan from the beginning, and the first stage was about to take place. She felt proud; for once she was going through with something. Despite the cold, the pride warmed her from the inside, better than any roaring fire.

With shaking fingers, she clutched her knife. Her fingers were glued in position, and that's when she knew she couldn't back out. There was no going back now, and it made Ebony eccentric. 

She stealthily crept towards her target, more determined than any soldier. She would do it, and she would succeed. Her grin got wider when she saw her victim up ahead, and she quickened her pace. Time dragged on, and the anticipation was killing her. 

Finally she was there. 

Ebony stood before the Chevy Impala. 

She put the knife on the door. 

She etched her heartbeat into the metal.

She scarred it. 

She made the car hurt. 

And that she knew, in turn, would make Dean Winchester hurt.

All was going according to plan.

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hey assbutts! we're nearly at 1K reads holy shizzle sticks! thank you all for being so supportive and awesome - I love you all! 

guys I need some help. it's kind of embarrassing, but there's someone I like (as in like like... wow I feel like a five year old) and I'm not sure if they like me back. he goes out of his way sometimes to chat to me but I don't know, and one of my friends said he wouldn't stop looking at me (and my response was 'I'm right in front of the class and the board, of course he's going to be looking in that direction'). I have no clue what to do though, I don't even have his number or on any social media ffs. i've sworn to myself that I'll tell him by the end of this school year, and if I chicken out I'll write it in his yearbook, but I'm afraid of making a tit of myself. 

HELP ME!

UPDATE 08/04/2018 okay so i did ask the guy out to the movies last year to be told maybe and it never mentioned again. he said something one time that made me think he was gay and i felt so embarrassed but now he has a thing for one of my (female) friends? idk anymore, maybe hes bi idk. either way his loss because i am one hell of a catch. my advice from this experience - even if you're not sure, tell them. its better than wondering what could have been.

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