Chloe POV:

I pulled into the driveway with a face full of pure shock. My mouth refused to shut as I thought,

"I just drove a 1967 Chevy Impala."

Then, the corners of my mouth started to curve upwards as my thoughts continued,

"And I loved every minute of it."

I looked over at Loki hungrily chewing on the sides of the cage. "Come on, boy," I said, "Let's get you something to eat."

I walked through the door with Loki in one hand and Dean's keys in the other. My mother looked up from making dinner, "Hey, how was school?" not even suspecting a thing.

"Boring." was my usual response, and I stuck to it (even though my thoughts were somewhere else. The feeling of the car's engine, and of course, worrying about Dean Styles for God knows why).

"Really? Nothing interesting?" She looked over my shoulder and into the driveway and gave me a suspicious look, "So where's Dean, then? That's his car, right?" She asked, raising her ladle to his beautiful, black car. Nonchalantly, I looked over my shoulder and looked in the direction she was pointing.

I replied, "Wow! When did he get here? I suppose I should just greet h-" I started to walk the other direction when my mom said,

"Hold on a moment," she beckoned me with her finger, "Did you drive that home?"

"What?! Pfft, Mom, do you hear yourself? That's craz-"

She rolled her eyes, "Chloe, please tell me you didn't steal it."

I threw my bag onto the chair and set Loki down, "Mom, I didn't steal it. Dean let me borrow it."

"What? Then where is Dean?"

"... He went to a dentist appointment."

She looked at me in confusion until she finally started to understand, "So wait... You drove someone elses car without them being IN THE CAR?!"

"Mom, it's not-"

"Chloe, I don't care what it is! What if you were caught speeding and the police didn't know the story? You would be convicted for speeding AND stealing!"

"But that didn't happen, did it?!" I yelled back with equal power.

"But, what if, Chloe. What if. What if you got into an accident? Honestly, when are you going to start acting responsible?"

"What the hell are you talking about?," I angrily growled, "For all you know, I'm the most responsible in the house! Ever since Dad died, I've been basically raising Tommy by myself!" I started to pant heavily as my mom and I both got red in the face. Then, in the doorway, there stood my little brother, Tommy. The innocence in his face was truly heart shattering as he looked up at us with big, curious eyes.

"Mommy?" He asked in his quiet voice as he clung onto his teddy bear's arm.

My mother went over to him and knelt down to his eye level, "Yes, sweetie?"

He rubbed his eye sleepily as he asked, "Can you and Chloe please get along tonight?" His four-year-old simplistic mind was heart-warming and piercing at the same time. The fact that he thought everything could get better if he just asked just made me feel sympathetic. I wished, sometimes, that the whole world thought like Tommy did.

My eyes, along with my mother's, got teary as I held back my tears. He's right, we shouldn't be fighting.

She looked down at the floor, then at me. She nodded softly and said in an almost non existent voice, "Yes, sweetie." And kissed him on the top of his head.

He looked up at me, asking the same question with his eyes, and all I could do was smile sadly and nod. I don't want to fight with my mom, especially when Tommy can hear us. With that, I quietly got my bag, picked up Loki's cage, and went upstairs to listen to "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain on repeat. It was the song that my dad and I listened to before he... passed away. And plenty of tears fell onto my pillow that afternoon. And Loki was the closest thing that could give me comfort.

Later on in the evening, Dean showed up at my door. He had several cuts along his cheek bone and his jawline and he smiled cheekily at me.

"Hey, Chloe." He said.

"Dean... What happened to you?"

He chuckled, "I'm a klutz. We went up to the dentist's office and I tripped over my shoelace. Dorky, huh?"

I laughed, "No, not at all. Do you want to come in?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.

He simply shook his head, "Nah, I don't want to intrude. If you don't mind, I'm a little tired, so can I please have my keys back?" He held out his hand with that question as I reluctantly gave them up.

"She drives like a dream," I complimented.

"Yeah. Not to mention you feel like a complete bad ass when you are blaring old rock music and driving with the windows down."

I smiled at that.

That's how I felt when I drove my rust bucket every day.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." I said as I was about to close the door.

"Wait." He held up his hand to stop me from closing the door, "I wanted to apologize about this morning. I didn't mean to make you upset." he looked down at his feet, "I would never try to intentionally hurt you like that, Chloe." He glanced back up and his bright, green eyes pierced my soul. Damn, he was attractive.

"I know." I smiled, "Goodnight, Dean."

"Goodnight." I watched him walk to his car and drive off into the dark, desolate, moonlit road. Then, I closed the door and went back inside.

The next day, he picked me up again in his car. We listened to Green Day music as we rode through a wonderland filled with red and orange trees.

He turned to me with eyes still on the road, "Hey, do you want to skip school with me today?"

I thought about it, "Why?"

He shrugged, "Because. I want to spend time with you without a text book in my face."

I laughed, "Okay. Why not?"

We drove past the school and towards our little church.

There, we sat in the old, wooden pews. It wasn't creepy, but peaceful. I laid my head on his lap as he played with my hair.

I was okay with this.

Whatever we were.

But I wasn't okay with secrets.

I don't believe for a minute that he tripped and fell onto the concrete. His shoes didn't have shoelaces that day.

I looked up and traced the scars on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Ya know? Scars look good on you." I smiled.

He said, "Oh really? I should trip more often then, shouldn't I?"

I frowned, "Not necessarily that. I'm just enjoying the moment." I continued tracing the scars when he grabbed a hold of my arm to stop me.

"If I tell you who I really am, would you stray away?" his face was dark and serious.

I shook my head, "Nothing you say will ever make me stray away. You could be a serial killer and I wouldn't run. Because I know where your heart is. Just please don't tell me you sparkle and drink animal blood."

He didn't even crack a smile and took in a deep breath, "Okay." I sat up as he was about to tell me his deepest secret. He held my hand as he looked me in the eyes, "Chloe... We live in a world full of evil," he sighed deeply again, "...And... I ...protect you from it."

My eyes searched his for answers, "What?"

"Chloe," he never said my name with that much seriousness before, "I'm...I'm a demon hunter."

Notes

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