It was 15 minutes past midnight and the night had just begun. Dean should be asleep but he wasn't. He was in a low class motel somewhere along the freeway, standing bare footed just outside his door, looking up at the stars and the moon.

He was just about to turn around to go back inside, hoping to get some sleep and damn well needing it, when a door further down was ripped open with force. He watched a woman probably around 19-20 years old sprinting out of it only dressed in underwear. She ran towards him with fear painted all over her face. It wasn't as if she was trying to get to him. She was just trying to get away and he was standing in her path.

"Rosemary!" An angry male voice sounded from the open room she had just left. "You get the fuck back here!"

She sure could sprint fast but knowing she probably wouldn't make it far before whoever that angry voice belonged to would make it out of the room and see her, Dean thought fast on his feet.

A little shriek of surprise left her as he wrapped an arm around her midsection and threw her into his room, following behind, closing the door and leaning up against it. She landed on her knees on the floor, looking up at him with scared eyes, but he just put a finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet. They both heard running feet outside as someone ran past the room.

"How many?" He asked.
"Two," she answered. "My cousin and someone else."
"Your cousin?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Trust me, I'm just as shocked as you," she said.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked.

She got back up on her feet, taking a few steps backwards while eyeing the stranger in front of her that was blocking the door. She wasn't sure whether to feel safe or scared around him. He caught on right away and walked over to his bag, pulled out a shirt and handed it to her.

"Here, wear this," he said. "I'm Dean, by the way."
"Rosemary," she said.
"Alright, Rosemary, tell me what's going on," he said.

She put on the shirt and bit her lip.

"I didn't know what he was planning to do. He said we were going on a vacation," she said.
"What the hell happened in that room? Why are you in your underwear around your cousin? I can come up with some ideas and none of them are pretty," he said.
"He sold me," she said.
"Say what? Sold you? To who?" He asked.
"That other guy in the room. I don't know who he is. He said he was gonna take me for a test drive while Markus... my cousin... took a shower," she answered.
"Test drive? As in being the first one to rape you?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered.

She started crying and it felt like a relief to him. He wondered how long it would take for her to break down and it hadn't taken long.

"Come here," he put his arms around her and guided her to sit on the bed. "You're one strong girl. You got out of there. How did you manage to do that?"
"Markus was in the bathroom and I pretended to go along with it while that man undressed me. He looked down to open his jeans and I grabbed the phone from the table and slammed it down on his head," she said.

She pointed at the phone in his room to make her point clear and he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Those types of old phones sure can hit hard," he said. "Quick thinking. Smart girl."
"Please, don't send me back in there," she said.
"Why would you even think I'd do such a thing?" He shook his head. "You're staying in here tonight while they're running around in the darkness searching for you."
"I don't have to give you anything in return, do I?" She asked nervously.
"Nope," he smiled widely. "Not all men are scumbags. You're gonna be safe in here. I promise."