A Favor To Ask - (Dean)

"What the hell's your prob-" Zanna started, ready to tell off whoever the hell it was standing in her space. However, the sentence died on her lips when she finally got a good look at who it was exactly. It was the worlds own Dean Winchester, the very person whose brother had an APB on, the person she'd been looking for for months. At the moment, she couldn't figure out what to say. Was he actually here or was she just drunker than she estimated? "Dean, wha..?" She took a step back as he stepped towards her, pressing herself against the bar. Zanna shifted uncomfortably under his scrutinizing, hungry gaze.

"Sam has everyone looking for you, Dean. Where the hell have you been? Why the hell did you split in the first place?" she scolded. Her green eyes flit around, looking at everything to avoid any and all eye contact. She used to be able to hold his gaze, they even had one or two staring contests, but now she couldn't bring herself to do it. It wasn't like she was embarrassed or shy, so why now? And why did Dean seem so different? He looked the exact same, but the air around him wasn't right. As if just remembering Sam, she fumbled around her pockets for her phone before taking it out, starting to message Sam their location.

"Hey!" Zanna shouted, attempting to get her phone back, but it was out of her reach. Now she would need to find another way to contact Sam, and due to her lack of judgement, she didn't take the time to memorize his number. She watched on as her long time friend stole another person's drink without a care in the world. It seemed like it would be a Dean thing to do, but this time his attitude about it was different. "Dean," she started, watching him down the shot and throw in another direction. "Seriously, what's your problem?" Zanna was looking appalled at Dean. She felt like a cliche Christian mom finding out her daughter's dating the lead singer of a metal band.

"You and Sam want different things?" she repeated, adding in sarcastic quotations. "That's it? You want different things? That's not a good enough reason for abandoning your brother." she scolded, using her hands to shove Dean away from her. Scenes like this - despite the not-so-typical conversation between the two - were normal in a bar, so not many took notice or looked on. Her shove didn't move him that much, he was build like a brick wall, so she opted to grab the front of his shirt. Her vice grip pulled him down to her eye level.

Zanna looked livid.

"You're going to give me a good reason why I shouldn't dislocate your jaw, then you're going to give me my phone back so I can call Sam. He gave me a job, and I intend on finishing it."

A small shiver went down her spine as she saw Dean's smile disappear. By the second he started to look even more menacing, but she kept tough appearances up. He spoke, but she didn't comment as she was focused on not shaking. His inner beast was practically pouring out, she noticed, and she felt like the most fragile thing in the room. Zanna would never have guessed what happened next: Dean's eyes suddenly shifted into a sickening, never-ending black; a color that all hunters knew far too well. All of the air in the brunettes lungs escaped and she was left speechless as she shakily let go of him. "No-" was all she could say before she felt an indescribable pain in her head.

For a moment, Zanna blacked out but remained conscious. She smelled and tasted blood in the back of her mouth, but before she could register any of that, another force made her fly back. The back of her shoulders hit the edge of the bar unpleasantly, making her head fly back at an alarming rate due to the momentum. A groan of pain escaped her lips as she fell to the floor in a heap, not sure where to hold herself because of the pain that surged throughout her body. "Shit..." She saw blurs and incessant bright lights in her eyes that wouldn't go away, along with something that looked like Dean's approaching silhouette. Zanna managed to sit up in record time and scrambled backwards until she hit the bar again, her breathing becoming rapid in fear. "E-Ex..." she barely got out, but the exorcism was interrupted by someone else. She couldn't tell who, but it was someone who was trying to stop it.

Zanna face winced in excruciating pain. Something wasn't right with her ribs. Having felt this kind of unstable sensation in her rib cage area before, she suspected some of them to be cracked after a kick like that. She could hear another brawl going on, but she knew that whoever it was who stood in between them wasn't any match for... for the demon inside Dean. When she was finally able to see properly, Zanna saw the bartender beaten half to death on the ground before her. "You bastard." Zanna said weakly, spitting blood to the side. Blood was trickling down her nose now as well. She could only imagine what it was like for a demon to possess your body... how Dean must be feeling seeing all of this. "Get out of his body, now, or so help me..." Zanna, using the stool as a support, did her best to stand up.

She was beginning to notice her habit of getting beat up around the Winchesters.

"Jesus- fuck!" Zanna screamed as Bruce was also slammed into the bar, only this time a large pool of blood was forming until it dripped down the sides. People around them were screaming and scrambling to exit the bar after that, no doubt some of them calling the feds. Last time she saw Dean, he seemed a bit off. Now, there was a demon inside him. Staring at Dean, her expression was easy for anyone to read. Fear, anger, confusion, desperation. Telling this to Sam wasn't going to be easy at all. Currently, Dean was just standing there as if nothing just happened, staring at her like his next meal, daring her to try something else.

The brunette didn't want to, but she tore her gaze from her longtime friend and put her attention to Bruce. No matter how much she wanted to wipe that smirk off Dean's face, there were two extremely beat guys with her who needed her more. She didn't want to admit it, but she stood no chance. Zanna limped over to his Bruce's body and felt around for a pulse, her hands instantly stained with his blood. She felt something. "Come on, come on..." Pushing her pain aside, Zanna placed her hands over his heart and began to pump, hoping to keep his heart going until the police came.

When her arms tired, Zanna leaned over to place her ear under Bruce's nose to check if he was breathing. He was, but just barely; she was losing him. Sitting up again, Zanna slammed her fist over his heart in frustration. "Come on!" Sirens in the distance made Zanna rejoice inwardly, but she didn't stop her ministrations, pumping her hands over his heart to keep it going until the professionals got there. The unconscious mans blood covered her hands and her own blood trailed over her lips from the blunt force to her head, but she didn't let that stop her. "Stay with me..."

From behind her, she could hear Dean's retreating footsteps. For some reason, his rang louder throughout the semi-empty bar than the other unknown people with him. It took all her effort to not look back at Dean, to forget about Bruce and just grab her gun and start spewing an exorcism, but she didn't find the heart to. She would've remained like that, too, if Dean hadn't called out to her, making her tense up and freeze. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a subtle glare, clenching her jaw. Zanna watched as he tossed her her phone, landing near her feet, but she didn't pick it up. It was only when he exited the bar and when the sirens were at its loudest that she let out the breath she was holding.

Zanna turned to Bruce and listened for his breathing again, but this time found nothing. "Shit!" But there was no use in trying to start up his heart again. Out of anger, she slammed her fist into the bar, shakily looking at her other blood-stained hand. It was stained with Bruce's blood, and she'd never forget that image. Policemen tore into the place waving guns around and shouting, finding the unconscious Chip, the deceased Bruce, and the shaken Zanna who was on the floor with her kneels pulled up to her chest, back against the wooden bar, looking at her hands.

Everything was a blur after that point, going from bring the target to being dragged to am ambulance to being asked a million questions per second. Zanna finally found herself being able to think, sitting on the inside of an ambulance with a blanket around her, alone. She took the time to pull her phone out of her back pocket and call Sam, putting it to her ear, still mildly shaking. "Sam?"

"He found me." she replied without missing a beat. She was getting angrier by the second, though she couldn't exactly place a finger as to why. If she was attached to a heart monitor, doctors would be rushing in because of the sudden rapidness. "Why didn't you tell me Dean was a fucking demon?!" Zanna whisper yelled into the receiver of her cellphone so she wouldn't bring more attention to herself. As far as everyone knew, she was making a call to a family-friend. It wasn't a total lie. "Sam, I would have still looked for him! All you had to do was tell me. Sam, Dean killed a guy and beat another to a pulp. I was lucky I got out with cuts and bruises." Zanna ranted. Maybe that's why she was pissed: the lack of Sam's trust in the situation.

Letting out a defeated sigh, the brunette rubbed her face with her free hand. It had been a long day. Taking time to calm herself down, Zanna started to pay attention to where she was again. If Sam had said anything back to her, she didn't notice. "Sam, he looked at me like I was a piece of meat. He disappeared again and I don't know how long it will take to relocate him." Resting her forehead on her knees, she sighed again. She hadn't been cleaned at all and Bruce's blood was still staining her hands and wrists. She tried not to look at or acknowledge it.