Here's Chapter 3, I apologise for the lack of action/plot. Anyway, Chapter 4 shouldn't be far away. Enjoy
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"Your ex was a stalker-killer?" Dean asked, confusion was written all over his face.
"No, not as such. He was possessive you know. And jealous."
Dean didn't say anything, and the three were thrown into silence. It was Sam who broke it, "Is he, you know, dead?"
"I don't know. We split four years back and I took out an AVO and haven't heard from him since."
"We need to find out." Dean said, stating the obvious.
Zoe looked at him, "Can you please grab my laptop from my bed stand?"
"Yeah." Dean walked down the hall. When he was gone Zoe turned to Sam.
"The notes, were they written in blood?"
"Dean wa–" Zoe cut him off.
"I need to know. Please."
"Yeah. They were." Sam looked her in the eyes, "He really likes you."
"Who?"
"Dean. He really likes you."
"What makes you say that? I mean, it was just a night, Sam." She tried to hide her face when she blushed.
"He answered the phone."
"What do you mean?"
"Your name popped up on the screen, and he answered it. I have never seen him answer a call from a girl he's slept with." Zoe said nothing, and Sam opened his mouth to say something but Dean returned with her laptop. Zoe took it from him and booted it up.
While she was waiting for it to load up she asked, "One thing is bothering me. Where'd he get the blood?"
Dean held her hand and traced his fingers along a faint scar running up her arm, "Did he do this to you?"
"Dean," She began but he cut her off.
"Did he?" Sam took this as his queue to leave, and walked out to the car.
"Yeah." Zoe's reply came out as a whisper as a tear escaped her eye.
Dean placed his free hand on the side of her head, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "I want you to be safe" He told her.
She nodded, not trusting her voice. He rested his forehead against hers, dropping the hand that was cupping her face to grasp her other hand.
"He used to hit me." She whispered, fresh tears falling.
"You don't have to."
"Dean, let me." She paused, trying to steady her voice. "He drank, a lot. He used to come home angry" She took a deep breath, "and hit me. One night, he was really late home and his dinner was cold. He was so mad, he hit me. Again, and again and again. And I fell onto the glass coffee table and it shattered." She paused again to let more tears fall. "I got op from the floor, covered in blood. I had a cut under my eye, and blood was pouring out of a cut in my head. He was so mad at me for wrecking the table that he threw his dinner at me. The whole plate. He picked a knife up off the table and he started walking toward me. His face, he was so mad and so calm at the same time. He backed me against the wall. God, I will never forget the pain. He pressed the knife against my arm, cutting into me. Then he pulled it the length of my forearm, cutting into me so deep. I tried to scream at him but he had his free arm on my neck, so I couldn't breathe. I was so scared. He finally got off me when I passed out.
"That night, I left. I packed a bag while he was asleep and I ran. It was about a month later that he found me. I was waitressing in a small bar and he came in. Started yelling and he ended up throwing his drink at me, smashing things. My boss called the cops and I got an AVO. That was the last time I ever saw him." When Zoe had finished her story Dean was silent for a while. He played with her fingers, eyes closed. He closed his hand around her wrist and brought it to his lips. He kissed the jagged scar on her forearm before letting go of her arm. Dean raised his hand to her face, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He traced his fingers down her jawline and over her lips before lightly brushing his lips against hers.
I know it's short. It was going to be longer I swear but this felt like the right place to stop. Please review, i want to know what you think.
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