paarthurnax59:

Little Sparrow

warning: swearing, violence, MOCDean, angst, breakup.

Chapter 1

    Never in your life have you seen Dean this angry. You knew that it was all directed at you. Charlie had been killed by the Steins while trying to find the Book of the Damned. It was the key to help Dean get rid of the Mark on his arm. You volunteered to go and protect the book after she received death threats from the Stein family and wanted to throw them off the scent. Charlie wasn’t having it. She told you that she would protect the book in a secluded cabin after she found it. She told you both that she would be safe and so would the book. 

Turns out you were wrong. 

  You and the boys try as hard as you could to get to Charlie on time. Dean practical rushed to the cabin that Charlie was hiding out in. You nearly threw up when you saw Charlie’s body in that tub covered in her own blood. She had been brutally murdered by the Steins.

Now, y0u all watched as Charlie’s body burn on the pyre and heard Sam say a few words about your friend making you cry. You wanted to say a few of your own, feeling somewhat at fault for what happened to Charlie.

 “Charlie, I’m sorry f-”

“Don’t!” Dean barked at you, stopping you from talking about Charlie, making both you and Sam look at him with your jaw dropped when he shouted at you.

“Dean, knock it off.” Sam chastised him for telling you to stop talking about Charlie, but Dean was not letting up.

“No, Sam! This is her fault! If she hadn’t lied to me about the book, Charlie would be here right now! (Name) has no right to be talking about her! Her body wouldn’t be burning on that pyre right now if (Name) would have just told me the truth!” Dean yelled and then turned to you, aiming all his ire on you. Noticing Dean looking at you with the most rage-filled snare. “You just had to let her take the fall. You knew what was coming after her, and you just let her take the fall. Now she’s gone and she’s not coming back!” 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I tried-”

“SHUT UP! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU DON’T GET TO TALK OUT OF THIS ONE! YOU LIED TO ME!” He shouted and made you flinch when Dean’s booming voice now terrified you. All of a sudden, Dean then picked you up by the neck, as he started to cut off your air supply. Sam, dismayed by his actions tried to get Dean off of you. 

“DEAN! STOP IT! LET HER GO! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HER!!!” Sam yelled as he tried to pull Dean away from you, but Dean was not budging. Sam wasn’t strong enough to gt Dean to put you down, and he threw his own brother back to the ground making him groan in pain. 

“Sam!” You choked out while you watched poor Sam being thrown the ground trying to get up.

“Look what you made me do! Sam’s hurt trying to protect you! Just like Charlie! You’re not worth protecting! Charlie didn’t deserve to die! She was an innocent civilian If anyone deserved to be on that pyre having their flesh burn to a crisp, IT’S YOU!!!” Dean finally dropped you the ground, and you groaned in pain, chanting out apologies repeatedly. Dean spat at you and just glared at you with nothing but pure hatred. Your eyes brimming with tears looking up at your boyfriend. What has happened to him? Was this because of the Mark of Cain?

“Dean, just leave her alone!” Sam tried to get up from where Dean had thrown him and tried to steady himself while holding his arm. “It’s not her fault! Charlie knew the risks, she volunteered for this! We all loved her, including (Name)! and she wouldn’t want you to be attacking her!”

“It should have been (Name), not Charlie. She is a hunter, and she was supposed to protect people.” Dean spat back from behind him, not even taking Sam’s words into consideration and then turned to you with a very blood thirsty look on his face. “I want you gone.”

“What?!” Both you and Sam yelled with wide eyes at Dean as he turned away from you. 

“I don’t need a liar for a girlfriend, especially one that lets her friends get brutally murdered. You are a sad sorry excuse for a hunter and friend.” Dean’s words made your heart crack in two. You could believe what you were hearing. this had to be a dream. A bad one. “I don’t know why I ever wasted my time on you. You are weak, (Name). I just wish it didn’t take me losing a good friend to see that. I wish I had never met you.” He nailed your heart to the coffin as Dean slowly walked away from the site, without looking back at you. Sam, with his mouth open wide looking at his brother, was silent. He got up from the ground and rubbed his head, trying to rub the pain away. He looked at you as you cried on the ground and walked over to you.

 “Are you okay, (Name)?” Sam asked as looked at your shaking form. He never seen you looking so heart broken and distraught. 

“No, I’m not.” You answered honestly while Sam tried to reach out to you with his hand extended. Looking up at the taller brother and shook your head. “I don’t need help getting up, Sam.” You swat away his hand, making Sam jump. 

“(Name), you were nearly choked to death by Dean. Your face was so blue, you would have been gone in a couple of seconds. Let me help you.” Sam pleaded with you still leaving his hand out to you. You sighed and accepted Sam’s hand and he lifted you up with ease. “He didn’t mean it, (Name). He still loves you deep down. It’s the Mark. You know he hasn’t been himself since he’s got it.  You know the kind of person he is without it. He always cared about you. You have to-”

“Just…Stop it, Sam!” You cried loudly as Sam shut up. It made him take a step away from you when you snapped at him. You looked up at him and the feeling of guilt starts to sink in. “I’m Sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean to yell at you.” You sobbed softly while trying to wipe away your tears. “I think it’s best if I leave right now. I am not safe around Dean and me staying here would only make it worse. All his ire is focused on me and I think I need to be away from here for a while. If Dean still wants me around after he gets that mark off.” You admitted. “I know what’s going on, Sam. The mark is getting stronger and it’s desire to kill is slowly making Dean lose control. I have seen it time and time again, the mark taking control and he ends up with someone’s blood staining his clothes. When Dean killed Claire’s foster dad, it broke my heart seeing her sobbed. I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“You know Dean wants you. You have to understand that this isn’t him, (Name).” Sam argued, his heart breaking at your story. 

“I don’t know if I am so sure anymore, Sam.” You say as you walk away and back to the bunker, as Sam looked at you with tear filled eyes.

….

   A week had gone by, and you were now staying at Jody’s until you can figure out where you were to go from here. Sam had tried one more attempt at telling you to stay, but you just wouldn’t have it. In your heart, you want to believe him. You truly wanted to. However, after the way Dean had not only blamed you for Charlie’s death, but also tried to kill you. Like your life was disposable. Like Charlie’s death matter more to him then your possible demise screamed something.  Not that Charlie deserved what she got. In fact, she deserved way better than being brutally murdered by the Steins. You will never forget the sight of her body covered in her own blood. That will haunt you for the rest of your days. 

   After a week of Dean not contacting you, you figured that he didn’t want to talk to you. You kept thinking over what he said about you being weak. It hurt to hear that Dean thought you were not capable of defending yourself and others. It hurt to no end knowing that the man you loved, Mark of Cane of not, didn’t want you around. As you were leaving the bunker, he looked at you with a smirk on his face. It showed he was glad you were leaving and possibly not coming back. Like he was happy to be rid of you. If this really was the Mark’s intention, to drive you away, then it succeeded.

Dean’s hand print still lingers onto your neck, making you have to resort to using excessive amounts of makeup. You wore turtle neck sweaters so that the bruises seemed less noticable. It faded even as you try to hide it. Just barely, though. Everyday, when you look at yourself in the mirror, you see that dark red hand print made by Dean, reminding you of who made that mark.

“Hey, (Name). Dinners almost ready, you hungry?” Jody asked you still unpacking some of your stuff. 

“Yeah, I’m starving. Thanks again Jody. For letting me stay here.” You thank the kind policewoman with a small smile. 

“It’s no problem, honey. I love having you here.” She said as she left the doorway and down the stairs to finish dinner. You continued to go through your stuff when suddenly a blond-haired teenager came to invade your alone time by plopping her form on her bed.

“Claire! You are on my stuff!” You chastised her but all she did was shrug at you with not a care in the world. 

“Good to see you too, (Last name).” She said sarcastically said as she got up from your bed. “So, Jody told me that you and Dean had a falling out? Can you tell me more?” You stopped what you were doing after Claire mentioned yours and Dean’s break up. 

“It’s complicated, Claire. I rather not talk about it.” You denied her the conversation as you continued to put clothes away in the closet. She huffed as she got up from her bed, but still not have left your room. 

“He dumped you right?” She asked abruptly, which made you stop unpacking your clothes. 

“Yes, but it’s more than that, Claire. A friend of ours died and…” You leaned against the dresser. You sighed deeply while trying not to think back that day that you saw Charlie’s body lying dead in that bathtub. 

“He blamed you?” She inquired, not really liking how she was being too nosy with your personal life with the older Winchester. “(Name)…” She sighed sadly, you were about to tell her to stop talking when suddenly your phone went off. You looked to your dresser and grabbed the phone that was only used for emergency cases. You looked at the caller ID and saw it was all the way from Rome. 

“No way…” You answered in a whisper with the feeling that you knew where the phone call was from. You quickly answered and pulled the phone to your ear. “Hello, (Name) (Last Name) speaking.”

“Buongiorno, Paressa.” Said the male voice on the other line with a strong Italian accent. You looked to Claire and told her that she needed to step out of your room and she does. 

“Cardinal Jinette.” You uttered, not believing you would be hearing from him again. “It’s good to hear from you.” 

“And you, (Name). I’m glad to be able to speak with you. However, we don’t have much time for chatting as of now.”  Said the elderly man over the phone. Cardinal Jinette was the leader of the Holy Order, an old Organization formed in Europe during the medieval era. Your history with him goes back far into your early teen years. “I am afraid that we need your help. We need you to come back to Vatican City. Immediately.”  He said so abruptly making your eyes wide.

“Cardinal, Are you sure? There are others that you can call. What about…”

“He is the reason I am calling, Paressa. He is missing and we need your tracking skills to find him.”  He debated with you. He knew exactly who you were talking about, and you gasped with dread starting to seep into your thoughts. So, without a second thought or any further need of persuasion.

“Okay, I will be there as soon as I can.”

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thisisyourdriverspeaking:

I just hope that Marcus Ericsson winning the Indy 500 last year & Antonio Giovinazzi winning Le Mans this year makes ‘those’ motorsport fans realise that just because a driver doesn’t have success in F1, it doesn’t make them a crap driver. F1 isn’t the be all and end all of motorsport and people need to accept that.

Preach 🙌

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