Chapter Four

She’s on to me

Not over me

She’s on fire

Train – She’s On Fire

My skin was still flushing hot as I leaned against diner wall, in attempt to calm myself. The deep breaths were starting to work. My skin was beginning to cool along with my temper.

I heard gravel crunch in front of me and raised my head to see Dean treading towards me, arms folded over his chest. He looked like a child who’d just been told off. He probably had by Sam.

“Sam told me to apologize.” He said gruffly, folding his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes.

“Real mature, so you’re apologising because your brother told you to.” I remarked, matching his stance. Dean tilted his head looking at me.

“Pretty much.” He nodded. I ground my teeth and turned my back on him unable to fathom the sheer ability he had to get under my skin.

“Well next time don’t bother.” I seethed, stomping away. I had no idea where I was going but if it was getting away from this idiot it was as good as anywhere.

“Look Sam’s not gonna let this go until you go back in there.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder; his fingers caressed the back of my neck, sending a shiver up my spine.

I spun around to face him.

“Don’t do that again.” I snarled. Fists clenched. Dean was looking at me in mock innocence as if he already knew the affect it had on me. He was arrogant as hell and that pissed me off even more.

“Do what? This.” He reached out cupping my chin; his fingers were stroking my cheek gently. The grip on my control slipped.

I manged to focus on the telegraph pole over Dean's shoulder, just in time before I felt the well of power bubble up inside me and fling itself loose.

“Is it because you like it…what the hell?” Dean leapt backwards away from me and twisted towards the sound of the explosion that was rife through the air.

The telegraph pole across the road had suddenly burst into fire. Dean was staring at it open mouthed before his head turned back in my direction.

“Did you just…?” Dean trailed off. His eyes were blazing with surprise, before he watched the telegraph pole sway and crash, onto a pickup truck that had been parked underneath it.

I put a hand to my forehead and prayed for strength as Dean glared at me speechless.

“Just be glad it wasn’t the Impala.” I remarked wearily, knowing how close it had come to Dean being the one that was literally up in flames. Yet he didn't need to know that, my power scared me enough, I didn't need it to scare him too.

Dean’s expression darkened at my words.

“Your lucky it wasn’t my baby or you’d be lying six feet under by now.” He told me. People were rushing out of the diner now towards the burning telegraph pole and the crushed pick up truck.

“Because Sam would really love that.” I replied. Dean shrugged, his eyes on the Impala ensuring there wasn’t a dent on it.

“I didn’t even touch it.” I informed him. I could tell by the look on Dean’s face he didn’t believe me.

I caught sight of Sam shaking his head as he peered out of the window of the diner.

“I am so never touching you again.” Dean proclaimed as we trailed back towards the diner after he’d spent the last five minutes searching the Impala for signs of smoke.

“You shouldn’t have done it in the first place, what do you think I am some cheap ass groupie you can pick up whenever you feel like?” I stopped dead hands on my hips. Dean carried on walking.

“If that were true I would have left you standing on the side of a road somewhere, with your freaky ass power.” He shot back. I growled out loud.

“Do you think about anyone else but yourself?!” I yelled as he reached the door to the diner. Dean stopped in his tracks, hand on the door. He didn’t turn around he merely stood there.

“Yea I think about Sam.” With that he yanked the door open and stepped inside, leaving me outside to contemplate the deeper meaning in those words.