Wildest Dreams

Chapter 2

*Hello readers! A reader asked about Rose's nationality. This was a subject that I am worried about covering since I don't want to step on anyone's toes or make it look like I am insulting anyone's culture. To this I have decided that Rose is of Asian descent. I will not name a specific country because even though I say Asian, well there are millions of Asians in the world and every country has their own customs and laws. Instead I will let the laws and customs used in the story will be made up culture and country from my creativity. If I decide to name a country, I will use my imagination. So whatever you read, this is stemming from my own mind and in no way represents a people or its culture. I hope this answers any questions. Remember, this is just a story so please enjoy!

The corridor was dark and foreboding as Rose and Dean made their way through the cold, dark space. Every little noise, every little sound caused Rose's heart to skip a beat. Rose was not sure why she felt more fear at this moment than she did when her would be assassin pointed a gun directly at her, but she's terrified. Fear that her father and his men would find the man that she half supported as they carefully made their way through the darkness. This was only a temporary safe haven but he needed to heal. He was in no condition to make a run for it and once he was ready she could work on getting him to the American Embassy. She had dropped her flashlight a little way back and now she could see nothing. All she could hear the was the echoing sound of their heavy breathing and the shuffling of their shoes against the pavement.

Dean had tried a couple of times to make it on his own. Rose was so much smaller than him, it was difficult for her to keep him up but his legs would collapse on him sending him to the ground in a messy heap. He felt so frustrated at how weak he felt at this moment. He was usually so cocky and self-sufficient and now he was leaning heavily on a petite woman who also thankfully saved his life. He knew he would be dead by now or even worse if it wasn't for her coming to his rescue. But he knew she was just delaying the inevitable.

There was no way her father was going to let him leave this country alive. He knew too much about his criminal organization. The only evidence he had been able to collect in the 6 months of his investigation had been destroyed so he didn't even have a bargaining chip. It was his fault though, he left himself open to scrutiny but he would do it all over again. Death was even more preferable to the nightmares that he had seen since being here.

Rose felt the relief flood through her entire being when she finally felt the secret door that led to her room. She leaned him against the stone wall so she could open the door and then she helped him inside. He fell onto the soft, carpeted floor curling into a ball as Rose shut the door locking it and then moved her bookshelf covering it once more.

She looked down at the pained man and she frowned. This was all beginning to hit her at once. She had just brought a wanted man into her room, a man her father wanted dead. What if he in turn used her to get back at her father? Flashes of his charming smile flooded her memory. Every "Hello" every "Good Morning" every "Good Night" he ever spoke to her ran through her brain like a freight train. "Get out of here Rose. Not safe for you here." "Rosebud!"

She could still feel his strong arms wrapped around her as she clung to him after he saved her life. She felt so safe pressed up against his hard frame. Even now she felt no danger being with him. She felt fear for his safety. She dropped to her knees beside him to check on him. His face was covered with bruises, one eye swollen shut. She took a deep, shaky breath.

Her own self-doubts began to plague her. What if I can't save him? How can I help him, I have no training in how to save someone's life? Pull yourself together Rose! Your dad will never hurt you, if you get found out, you could beg to spare him. Rose nodded to herself, ready to take on this challenge. Dean's life depended on her. She looked down at his battered face and knew she was going to do whatever it took to keep him safe.

She touched his cheek gently and he stirred. He opened his one good eye and looked up at her calmly and grunted when he tried to smile. "I must be dead!" Dean choked out painfully.

Rose was a little worried and perplexed by his response. "You are not dead Dean; why would you say that?"

"Because I am looking at an angel!" Dean tried to laugh and grunted out in pain.

Rose stared down at him a little confused. Was he making jokes at a time like this? Rose wondered. "This is no time for jokes!"

Dean smiled. "I was being serious." Dean frowned. "Though I guess you must be right, there is no way angels in Heaven are as beautiful as you."

Rose cocked her head to the side, not sure if she should feel complimented or irritated when he was joking and smiling while she was scared to death.

"I can most assure you Mr. Ambrose that you are not dead and I am not one of your angels you worship."

Dean raised an eyebrow. He had never seen her so feisty before but then again when you only say the usual pleasantries, you really don't get to know a person that well. Though he liked to think he knew her. For the past 6 months he had watched the beautiful Rose volunteer at local schools, hand out free food to the poor, and even offered an elderly man her only bottle of water on one particularly hot day. Being her body guard, he was able to watch her day to day goings which led him to believe that this sweet young woman had no idea who and what her father really is. He for one was going to try his best to not and destroy the illusion of Rose's perception of her father. He didn't want to see her heartbreak. He didn't think he could handle that.

"You haven't referred to me as Mr. Ambrose since the first day." Dean hated it when she called him Mr. Ambrose, it made him feel really old so he said to call him by his first name. "Do I detect that you are pissed off with me?"

"I need you to be serious!" Rose huffed.

Dean smirked. "It's hard to do if you keep flashing me."

Rose was completely confused what he meant until she looked down and saw that her bathrobe was coming open. Her mouth fell open in pure mortification. She had forgot that she had just gotten out of a shower and hadn't dresses properly when she went out to rescue him. Thankfully her breasts were still covered up but Dean get to see a teasing view of the alluring valley between her fullness.

She had completely blocked out the fact that they were both soaking wet from the rain, that water was dripping all over the floor, and more importantly, she was naked underneath her robe.

"Oh No!" Rose said horrified as she quickly sprung up and ran to her dresser. She grabbed some undergarments, a pair of sweat pants that she was only allowed to wear in the privacy of her room and a t-shirt. In the blink of an eye, Dean heard a door slam that caused him to jump.

Dean couldn't help but to chuckle. She was so adorable in her sweet innocence. Unless, she had been scared of him and she thought he would attack her because she was not fully dress. Some of the rules and laws here were still medieval. Woman that openly flaunt themselves were considered easy and men could have their way with them if they wanted. Permission here sometimes was not needed.

Dean grunted from the pain in his stomach and ribs. He hoped he didn't have any broken ribs. He tried to lift up because he needed to go check on Rose. He may be an asshole but he would never hurt her. He grunted as he tried to lift himself up.

Rose came out of the bathroom just as Dean had finally made it to his feet but she could see that he was wobbling. "Dean what are you doing? You're hurt!" Rose ran over to Dean to provide him some support.

"Rosebud!" Dean choked out. His ribs were hurting like a MOTHERFUCK! "I needed to go make sure you were ok."

"I'm Ok! You don't need to be standing though."

"I need you to know that I would never hurt you. I shouldn't have even looked but you are so incredibly gorgeous and sweet but I will never hurt you. Please believe me!"

Rose could feel the deep sincerity in his voice. The emotion was overwhelming. Rose knew this man was a good man, every fiber of her being could tell that he was genuine. "Dean, I…" Rose barely got to finish before Dean passed out. She did her best to soften the impact of his fall.

"Dean! Dean!" Rose said softly as she checked his pulse to make sure he was ok. She breathed a sigh of relief when she could feel a strong pulse. Poor Dean, the pain must have been too much for him, Rose thought as she looked down at the unconscious man.

He was so cold and wet. She had to get his wet clothes off of him. Rose bit her lip nervously as she realized she would have to undress him. She had never seen a naked man before. Well, over the age of 2 years. But a grown man would be so different than a baby boy. How different could it be? He'll just be bigger. Rose couldn't help herself, her eyes instinctively traveled down his black slacks, straight to his crotch. Oh My! Rose thought nervously. You can do this, he's no different than Mara's little boy. Mara was one of her girlfriends and she helped Mara out sometimes with her baby boy.

Rose quickly steadied her nerves before she leaned over Dean's body and began unbuttoning his white shirt. Her fingers were shaking with each button that she undid. When she finally was finished and opened his shirt, she was unprepared for all the ugly yellowish-blackish bruising that covered his rib area. She covered her mouth with her hand at seeing this beautiful man so abused. Ii was very upsetting but she had to push that aside. She did some volunteer work at a hospital so she knew to see if she could feel any broken ribs.

She wanted to stab the man that had kicked Dean so viciously and Rose was not a violent person but seeing this man who was always so nice to her, hurt so badly made her incredibly mad. She placed her fingertips lightly against his bare skin and began feeling for any type of bumps. Hopefully he was just bruised up really badly but she figured she might tape his chest up just in case.

Rose couldn't believe how smooth his skin felt yet she could also feel his toned, hard muscles. Rose felt a heated blush when she rubbed up against his puckered nipples. She knew it was wrong, but she loved the way he felt beneath her hands. His stomach was so flat and his abs were perfectly defined. He looked as if he had sculpted out of stone.

Rose glanced up at Dean hoping he had not seen her ogling him with her eyes and she was relieved to see he was still passed out. She hadn't felt a broken rib but that didn't mean he may not have a hairline fracture so she made a mental note to tape his ribs up when he awoke. She would need him to lift up.

Which left her to her new dilemma, getting the opened shirt off of his slender frame. She thought for a minute before she carefully grabbed his arm and with some maneuvering stretching of the cloth, she was able to slid his arm out of the soggy shirt. She then slid her hand underneath his body, grabbing a hold of the shirt from the side that was still hanging on his shoulder and pulled the material off and tossed it to the side.

Whew! One down. Rose's cheeks were really burning red hot now. She had to get his wet slacks off. She couldn't have him soaking wet on her bed. A vision of his naked frame slightly covered by the soft, lavender sheets popped into her head. It was such a tantalizing fantasy and she closed her eyes to try and clear her mind. She knew she should not be thinking these things about this particular man at all. Besides he was out cold and hurt, she needed to take care of him not molest him with her eyes, she thought guiltily.

Rose first took his black leather shoes and black socks off and laid them down. She then began unbuttoning his slacks and licked her dry, full lips to moisten them. It's so hot in here! Rose thought as she slid his slacks down his legs; pulling the wet clothing over by the wet shirt that was discarded moments ago.

Rose held her breath as she saw that now Dean was only wearing a pair of red boxer briefs and by the huge bulge in his crotch, he was definitely not like little Leo, Mara's 1-year-old son.

Rose felt the fabric to see if they were wet also. If they were dry, then she would just leave them on. She couldn't chance him getting sick though.

Damn! They were wet so that meant she would have to take them off. Rose took a steadying breath before she continued on with undressing Dean. She grabbed the band to his briefs and began to pull them down his tall frame.

She literally was shocked when she finally saw all of him. WOW! I never thought they could get that big! Rose thought as she looked at the now fully nude Dean. Her heart was racing, her cheeks were flushed and all she could think of was how hot it was in there.

"Like what you see Rosebud?" Rose was startled by the raspy voice laced with humor. She jumped in total shock. Rose couldn't stop the shriek that came out of her mouth. She clasped her hand over her mouth in horror realizing she had just screamed. Oh No! What if someone heard me.

Rose jumped up in a hurry and ran for the door. She made sure it was locked and pressed her ear against the door to see if she could hear anyone coming. Her house was huge with many floors so there was a good chance no one heard but she had to be sure.

She listened carefully trying to still her heavy breathing so she could concentrate on any noises coming from the other side. She looked at Dean and put her hand against her lips to signal to him to be quiet. After a few minutes of no signs of anyone coming she finally felt it was safe enough to move away from the door.

But that leaves me with her very annoying guest sprawled out nude on her floor who was making it difficult for her to keep him alive. She marched over to Dean and dropped back down to the floor in a huff. "Are you happy, you could have brought the whole house in here?"

Dean was kind of liking her feistiness. "Sorry if I interrupted your gawking at my body parts but it's cold." Just like Dean expected, Rose's face turned more red than a rose petal.

"I... I… I wasn't …gawking… I was checking to see if you were ok!" Rose stammered feeling completely embarrassed. "Why didn't you tell me you were awake. You could have helped me get your clothes off." Rose grumbled.

"I only woke up when I felt you playing with my nipples." Dean smirked with that irritating grin.

"I was not playing with your nipples! I was checking for any broken ribs!" Rose was completely heated now.

"Right!" Dean said condescendingly. "Well since you've seen mine, I think it's only fair that I see yours."

Rose's mouth dropped open. No man had ever spoken to her like that, not if they wanted to live that is. She may had thought he was serious but he had a goofy grin plastered all over his face as if he could read her thoughts and was enjoying every minute of it.

She quickly stood up and went to the restroom to get a towel. I should make him freeze to death on the floor, Rose thought to herself. She was a little embarrassed that he had caught her looking at him, but she couldn't help it. She just wasn't prepared for just how big he was. She had never seen a naked man before and was it ever an eye opener.

Even now she could picture his huge assets and it made her whole body feel heated. Rose shook all these shameful thoughts out of her and head and headed back to Dean. She covered him up with the thick terry cloth towel making sure to keep her eyes elsewhere than on him.

"Rosebud, I'm sorry that I was teasing you, I just couldn't help it when you were blushing so beautifully. Besides it helps take my mind off the pain."

"I need to get you on the bed."

Dean just cocked his head to the side. So many tantalizing things he could tease her about with that comment but when he saw her glare at him he looked away sheepishly.

"If you say one word, you will stay on the floor." The man was utterly infuriating Rose thought irritably. But she couldn't leave him on the floor like that. He needed to rest.

Rose went over to Dean. "Can you stand?" She asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I think I can with the help of a chair."

Rose went to her writing desk and grabbed her chair, pulling it over to Dean. She grabbed the towel ends to try and keep him covered as he lifted himself up with the help of the chair. Rose could tell he was quite a bit of pain but he made sure to not make a sound.

Dean hissed as his bruised body made its way over to Rose's bed. Her comforter and sheets were covered with beautiful roses. His mind started to feel hazy but the last thing he thought of before completely passing out again was how the flower held no candle to Rose's delicate beauty.

Dean collapsed on the bed. Rose quickly covered him up and checked his pulse once again feeling a strong heartbeat. The moonlight glow coming in from her windows gave off enough light in her bedroom. She could hear his even breathing deep in sleep. She wanted to poke him to see if he was really out but she didn't want to cause him anymore pain. His unruly curls were all over his face and she smoothed them back so she could see his face. His hair was soft to the touch. She hated seeing the bruised markings on his face.

Rose pushed her own wet locks behind her ears and looked at the balcony door. She wondered if they were searching for Dean at this moment. What could he have done to deserve to die, she wondered?

She quietly made her way to the balcony doors; glanced one more time to Dean to make sure he was still sleeping. Once satisfied that he was, she opened white patio doors and quietly walked onto the balcony to see if she could hear anything. She crouched down a bit to prevent detection.

There were a few men gathered down below she could see that they were all heated and pointing around frantically.

"He can't be far; we did a real number on him." She recognized that man's voice from earlier as one of Dean's attackers.

"Oh yeah, well he's long gone. Why didn't you two idiots bring him to us?"

"Because he was in no condition to move much less run." Dean's other attacker responded.

"Listen, he can't get far so we will find him."

"You better hope so or you will be the next to go."

"Hey either way we destroyed all the evidence, we will make sure Shield will never know what happened to one of their agents."

"I told you from the get go he was no good."

One of the men that Rose had seen many times, who worked closely with her father grunted. "I told you imbeciles before, not everyone is into raping and murdering little girls."

"Hey we were told to teach the family a lesson for not making good on their payment." The man defended himself.

Rose felt as if someone literally knocked the air out of her lungs. Rape and murder? She couldn't have heard right. Surely her father wouldn't let scum like that around her. They had to acted on their own, her father wouldn't have sanctioned anything like that.

"Yeah, it's not our fault The American couldn't stomach it." The man laughed. "He don't know what he was missing, that was some tight-ass pussy."

"You know how Those Americans are? Think they are better than anyone else but those motherfuckers are the worst; They just do that shit on the down low."

"Either way it was his complaint to the boss that got his ass caught as a Shield agent. Anyone not ok with it knows to keep their mouth shut."

"I guess he didn't get the memo!"

"He got it now!" The man laughed.

"Keep laughing but if he is not found soon you won't be laughing long with no head."

The two men that attacked Dean groaned. "He has to be nearby!"

"Well keep looking and this time kill him before he out wits you two assholes again!"

Rose waited until the men were gone before making her way back into the room. She softly closed the doors making sure to lock them and stood there in utter shock at all she had heard. Her brain was having a hard time understanding what she had heard because who wanted to hear such horrendous acts created by men who were around you every day? Men who sworn to protect you. Men that worked for your father.

Rose heard a groan and she looked over to Dean. She really needed to get him some pain pills, tape, and ice packs. It was just that her mind was still in shock and she moved so slowly going over to the bed.

"Rose?" Dean's raspy voice beckoned to her.

"I'm here!"

Dean could feel that something was wrong, something was deeply troubling her. He opened his eyes and looked at her horrified face and knew something had greatly upset her.

"Rose, what's wrong?"

"Are you a Shield agent?"

Dean sighed debating on what he wanted to tell her. In the end he knew that he needed to be honest. "Yes I am!" Dean groaned. "Are you going to turn me in now?"

"What happened to that little girl?" Rose's voice sounded dead to Dean's ears. Almost as if she was trying to not feel any emotion.

Dean just shook his head. He couldn't, he didn't want to talk about it. It haunted his dreams, the very reason he couldn't sleep at night because as soon as he closed his eyes, he could hear her crying. It was so sickening that he would throw up whatever he had ate for days before he was finally ok.

Rose was going over what the men had said about the events. Dean had tried to stop it, he went to her father about it and now they wanted him dead. "You tried to stop it!" Rose acknowledged.

Dean looked at Rose and saw how incredibly pale she looked. "Rosebud!" His raspy voice was incredibly soft on his lips.

"All the evidence is gone?" She asked.

Dean nodded not sure where she found all this out at. "Are you going to turn me in now?"

"No!" Rose couldn't help but to be relieved knowing that her father was safe but just finding out this small tid-bit of some of his illegal operations was upsetting. She had always known that he operated a crime operation but she didn't know how bad it really was. She purposely kept herself in the dark because she knew she couldn't handle it. Murder was very serious stuff.

"Rosebud, please come here!"

Rose's soft brown eyes collided with Dean's. He stretched out his arms and Rose instinctively climbed into the bed as Dean wrapped his strong arms around her. Rose buried her face into his neck just like she had when she was almost killed a month ago. She was trying to be careful not to hurt him further but he gathered her small frame against his protectively.

He had known that if the delicate young woman had ever found out that it would be traumatizing for her. He watched Rose often play with young children and hand out food to the less fortunate. Rose was not a selfish woman despite her wealth. She saw it as an opportunity to help others. When not volunteering, Rose spent her time painting or writing. He had never met anyone as sweet and innocent as Rose.

Dean planted a chaste kiss against her forehead enjoying the feel of her soft body against his harder one. Her long, dark brown hair fell onto his bare skin causing him to shiver. Rose closed her eyes and instantly felt safe. She clung to Dean desperate to hide form all the ugliness in the world. She knew that then that she never wanted to let him go.

I really hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. If you have questions please don't hesitate to contact me, I will try to answer without giving too much away. Are you enjoying Rose and Dean? Thank you to everyone reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting.