12. I'm Just Done...
"Dean no!" I screamed, and I swatted the bag out of his hand. The bag burst open, spilling red liquid everywhere. I looked back at Sam, and I realized I couldn't let Dean drink. I grabbed Dean by the back of his flannel t-shirt. I pulled, as Sam went after the man.
"Get your girlfriend off me!" Dean yelled to Sam. I smiled, and pulled harder. That's when the man's head rolled on the floor. Dean ignored the sound, and turned. He hit me so many times, I couldn't feel anything. So I lay there on the floor, and blacked out.
"Ari," Sam shook me, and I opened my eyes. There was a long jagged cut along my cheek, and Dean was puking. Sam's heartbeat grew faster, as I looked up at him. I smiled, and he pulled me to my feet. He had a foam cup of something, and he handed it to me.
"It's disgusting the second time," Dean said puking more.
"Drink," he told me. I did, and I looked up at him.
"I don't think it's-" I doubled over, and turned away from Sam. I started puking up black crap. It tasted so very bad. After I stopped puking, I had one of those realizations. My dad was dead. So I did the most humiliating thing in front of the both of them. I curled up in a ball, and cried.