Looking back, I realize now how easily I had set myself up. How easily fate spit in my face and used my own words against me. Now, here I was, tied to a chair...and all I could think about was the conversation Sam and I had last night, and how much I regretted sending him away for a night.
"For the love of-, stop! Okay, I give!," Sam yelled, arching away from my wandering hands. He was ticklish, very much so, and whenever I needed information, all I had to do was tickle it out of him.
"Why didn't you go home with her, Sam?"
I waited for him to reply, watching him swirl his drink around in it's glass. The amber liquid sparkled under the lamplight.
"I don't know- I guess, it just didn't feel right. Leavin' you alone, ya know?," He told me sweetly. I sighed and took his hand in mine.
"Sam, we've been over this. It's okay. I'm okay. You're a dude, you need 'you time', and I definitely understand that. Why don't you go out tomorrow? Have a good time?," I told him.
His hazel eyes landed on me and he swallowed, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, okay. But you have to promise to call me if you have any problems, okay? I don't like leavin' you alone with Dean...on the loose," He finished, swallowing the last of the liquor in his glass. I smiled, grinned actually, and smothered his cheek in a kiss.
"Ugh, gross, you smell like Jaeger!," He complained. I laughed, full belly-laughed. My head tipped back, my hands covered my mouth, and Sam began to laugh along with me.
"You got something against Jaeger?"
"We go over this every time, you know it makes me wanna puke. Way too many Jaeger bombs at law school," He grinned, pinching my thigh in his hand. I nodded, looking around the empty bunker.
"It's too quiet. Without him," I clarified. Sam cleared his throat and nodded.
"Yeah. I know."
"So you'll go and spend the night with a buxom lady? No crawling back home in the middle of night drunk and gettin' into bed me with again, either!," I joked. He blushed to the roots of his hair and scoffed.
"That was only...what, two times? You're never gonna let that go!"
I laughed again, patting his head.
"Two times too many, Moose. I'm gonna hit the hay," I told him, tugging his long hair gently before I stood and stretched.
"Ya know, maybe we could both go out tomorrow," He suggested lightly from behind me. I turned to face him and shook my head.
I would never tell him, but I couldn't do that.
When Dean had first disappeared, I'd done all I could to forget him- boose, men, careless hunting. Sam pulled me back from that, he'd literally saved me (more than once) and I knew that if I started that up again, his time and effort would have been for nothing.
I couldn't let him down like that.
He'd been disappointed too many times already.
"Not tomorrow. Maybe another time."
But he knew me too well, and he knew that I wouldn't be joining him.
Not tomorrow, and not any other time.
"Are we awake?," I heard from behind me. My eyes snapped open and I winced when Dean's face came into view. How he's caught my by surprise still wrankled, because I hated that he'd caught me dozing off in Dean's room, listening to Zepplin as I snuggled into his sheets.
I wriggled against my bindings for the hundredth time, but Dean knew what he was doing- and since his eyes had gone black, well, apparently he'd gotten better.
"Fuck you," I spat.
His grin deepened and he crouched down before me.
"You still wish you could, huh?," He sneered, nudging me under my chin. I jerked away from his touch, but he wrapped his fist around my hair and yanked me towards him.
"I can hear your Dean in my head ya know. Screaming at me, practically begging me to leave you alone. It's kind of sweet. Did he know? That you were in love with him?," He taunted, releasing his hold on my hair. My head jerked back, and I huffed out a breath, easing through the sting coming from my scalp.
"As I said before...fuck you," I breathed, smiling at him when he scowled at me. He threw his arms out wide, gesturing towards the empty space around him.
"I gotta thank ya though, for givin' me this opportunity. Sammy won't be back for hours, and that's all thanks to you! I've been scoutin' this place out for weeks now, wonderin' how in the hell I was gonna get to ya," He admitted, that feral grin back on his perfect face. I closed my eyes and hoped like hell that Sammy came home drunk as a skunk and found me before Dean could kill me.
"Dean is gone. You are not Dean," I hissed, looking up into his green eyes. They flickered between black and green before he ducked his head and leaned in close.
"Dean led me here. He wanted to see you," He said gleefully. I snorted and he yanked my head back, leaning in and inhaling deeply.
"He wouldn't do that."
"You even smell like he remembers. All sweet berries and vanilla, and I gotta tell ya sweetheart; it's mouthwatering," He murmured as he licked from my collarbone to my ear.
I knew I should have been disgusted, appalled, but hell; he looked just like the man from my wildest fantasies. And I'd waited so long for said man to want me too, to notice me, to touch me.
"You twisted little vixen, you like that, don't you?," He whispered, his eyes completely black. I clenched my eyes closed and turned my head away.
He's right, I am twisted.
Gettin' wet just from his sexy, demonic mouth.
He laughed, moving away from me as he pulled a knife from his back pocket. He waved it at me and shook his head, his grin still in place.
"I'll make a deal with you, little one. If I win, I get to do whatever I want to you. And if you win, I'll disappear and you won't ever have to see you precious Dean like this again," He said.
"What are the terms of this deal?," I spat, my long hair falling into my eyes.
He came towards me with the knife, slicing down my ties and holding the sharp blade to my throat.
"Run. If I catch you, well, then you're mine."
I looked up at him, noting the way he slid his knife back into it's holster at his hip. He moved to stand behind me, clasping his hands behind his back.
"On the count of-,"
I ran then, not bothering to look behind me as I heard his laugh echo through the halls. The empty sound sent chills down my spine, but I knew that I had to make my way to Sam's room. He had the only weapon that would work on him, and after looking into Dean's eyes, I knew he couldn't be saved. It had been a naive thought from the beginning, and I only hoped that Sam could forgive me for what I was about to.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!," I heard. It was loud; he was close, and as I slammed into Sam's room, I frantically searched for what I needed.
The knife, where is the damn knife?
Fuck, Sam! I sincerely hope you don't have it with you!
Artifacts and books fell from his shelves as I searched for it, for anything that could help me. I could hear Dean's heavy footfalls in the hallway, and his voice reached my ears.
"Little one, I can smell you!," He called, his taunting voice stiffening my spine as I realized that if he caught me, I was done for.
I heard the distinct sound of him running the blade of his knife along the wall, and it send goosebumps gliding across my skin.
My hands finally wrapped around the handle of the knife I was searching for, and just as I turned to face the doorway, the door slowly slid open to reveal Dean. He leaned against the doorjamb, his gaze falling to the knife in my hands.
"Well well, seems you're a smart cookie after all," He drawled, stepping towards me. I held it out in front of me like my lifeline, raising my eyebrow.
"I wouldn't, if I were you. Unlike Sam, I don't think Dean can be saved," I shouted.
I felt a drop of sweat slide down my spine, and I cursed myself for not taking better precautions against something like this.
Don't bother.
Never thought we'd see him again, huh?
"You sexy little minx, you. I know you won't kill me; your precious Dean is still in here. You can't deny that you want him. I can smell your arousal from here!," He laughed, taking another step forward.
I shook my head frantically.
"No. He's gone, and you? You're just another monster, another demon that's gonna get put to rest."
He spread his arms wide.
"Come and get me then. I'm waiting."
Of course he was baiting me; I tried to keep my head, but the way he was looking at me was so much like Dean, that I lost my train of thought. He snapped forward, wrapping his strong hand around my wrist. I cried out, fighting against his hold, but he yanked me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. The knife was pressed against my chest, effectively useless. His grip on me tightened and I squealed, bringing a knee up between us. It had the desired effect as he fell forward, letting me go, and I quickly sped from the room before he could right himself. My footsteps echoed around me like a thunderstorm as Dean's heavy boots made a steady beat behind me.
"Now now, sweetheart! That wasn't very nice of you!," Dean called.
And as I rounded the corner, taking one small peek behind me, I ran smack dab into a wall of chest I would recognize anywhere. The knife fell out of my hand and skittered across the hard floor as I fell, using my arms and legs to scoot away from Dean as he rounded on me.
"Hope you didn't think it would be that easy. I ain't been snackin' on the pie like I used ta, my cardio is much better," He said smoothly.
I glanced towards the knife that was just out of reach and he kicked it behind him.
"If you're gonna kill me, then just do it! Sorry, Dean, but nothin' you do is gonna scare me anymore," I growled.
His head canted to the side as he appraised me and he slowly frowned.
"No, I guess you ain't scared, are ya? Kinda takes the wind out of my sails. No matter, I ain't here to kill ya, darlin'."
His words confused me, and I frowned, once again trying to scoot away from him. He grabbed me by my ankles and drug me forward, his hand wrapping around my throat and lifting me into the air. I scratched at his hand, but he just watched me, his black eyes giving away nothing.
"You're much more appealin' than Dean's memories let on, I gotta tell ya. Of course, his biggest regret was not bein' able to do what I plan on doin' to ya tonight," He whispered into my ear.
His tongue snaked out to lick my earlobe, and when he sucked it into his mouth, a strangled moan left my lips. Heat flooded my body as his teeth bit down gently on my neck, his tongue licking a path to my collarbone.
"Please. Do not. Do. this," I whispered, turning my head away from him when he tried to plant one on my lips.
He slammed me into the wall behind me, his knee sliding between my legs to keep me hoisted.
"Why bother fightin' it? I can feel your heat through my jeans right now, darlin'. I can smell how much you want this," He said huskily, his black eyes flickering to green momentarily before they were back to that glistening black.
His mouth descended onto mine, his tongue melting into the warm cavern of my mouth, and fuck it all, the only thing I could think was that he tasted like Dean.
He tastes like that summer night you two never mentioned.
That kiss, that sweet kiss that changed everything...for you.
But not for him.
He released his hold on my neck, his rough fingers gliding down my bare neck and ducking into the cleft between my breasts. His other hand slid between my thighs, rubbing against the tight denim that covered my wet pussy. The whine that escaped me should have been considered treason, because I knew right then and there he had me.
His teeth grazed my bottom lip as he roughly cupped my sex.
"I'm gonna have you every which way 'till Sunday, little girl. And I'm gonna enjoy every second of your precious Dean screamin' in my head as I take you," His gruff voice told me.
Before I could argue, he hoisted me into his arms and headed straight for Dean's old room.
"I've watched you in here, touchin' his things, playin' his music. Pathetic really, how hard you hold on to somethin' you can't keep," He said as he tossed me onto the bed.
I wanted to tell him he was wrong, I wanted to tell him that he was right, but the only thing I could do was take a deep breath. Because he'd begun to unbutton that burgundy shirt, and I swear to God, my heart stopped. His eyes were back to their glowing green, and he was Dean. He looked like Dean.
I wanted him to be my Dean.
I wanted to make love to my Dean.
He didn't say a word as he tossed his shirt onto the chair behind him, removing his black t-shirt and laying it down beside the button down.
His eyes roamed over every inch of me then, and I figured I may as well have been naked with the way his expression darkened.
"This ain't gonna be somethin' you'll forget, little one. Best prepare yourself."