"What the actual fuck?"
She got pulled right out of her sleep by a very angry man. A very angry and shouting Dean. She opened her eyes and saw he was so close to her, looking just as angry as his voice had sounded, and it was then she realized she had done two things that night she shouldn't have.
One, she had finally given in to her desire towards Dean and had what was the best night in years, something that she knew she shouldn't have done but she couldn't feel bad about it. And two, the one thing that was even worse, she had fallen asleep instead of sneaking out in the middle of the night like she had planned to do. Something about his arms around her after sex had just lulled her straight to sleep. She hadn't been able to fight it and she wasn't actually sure if she had even tried to fight it at all.
And now here they were, him so close to her, angry as hell, and her suddenly wide awake.
"Tell me that those marks..." He ran his fingers over her sore and bruised throat, making her flinch by the pain. "...are just you being into some really kinky sex games."
"Shit!" She hissed and started sitting up. "I gotta go."
"No, you don't!" He sneered.
He pushed her straight back down on the bed with his hands on her shoulders, his face still looking so angry as he looked at her.
"And your arms," his voice cracked a little as he just commented on what he was seeing. "What does the rest of your body look like?"
He started pulling the blanket down and she grabbed on to it, trying to keep it in place, not wanting him to see her.
"Show me!" He growled.
"Dean, please," she almost whispered.
"No, I wanna see what that bastard has done to you," he said in a demanding tone. "Let! Me! See!"
She sighed and let go of the blanket and he pulled it off her, his face turning even more angry even though she thought that was impossible. He growled lowly but didn't say any actual words. She felt the tears threatening to come out and she quickly jumped out of bed and searched for her clothes on the floor. He watched her back with all the scratches, something that normally would have him chuckle and think of rough sex, but he knew that wasn't the case here.
"Faith," he said.
"You were never meant to see this," she said as she started getting dressed.
"Faith," he repeated.
"I was gonna leave while you slept but somehow I fell asleep too," she kept her back turned against him.
"Faith!" He finally yelled.
She jumped by his sudden outburst but stood still on the floor, not wanting to turn around and meet his judgemental face. Suddenly she felt his arms go around her and he dragged her backwards to the bed where he sat down on the edge and pulled her down on his lap, just holding her close. That's when the tears started. For a little while he let her cry, just holding her close, and then he moved one hand up to lift up her head and look her in the eyes.
"Faith, this shit isn't right. No man should treat a woman like that. You shouldn't be with a man like that," he said softly.
"That's my decision to make," she said and looked down ashamed.
"Leave him," he said.
"Last night I gave my body to you willingly. Something I haven't done with anybody in years. Don't make me regret it," she said.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She felt the anger in him again.
"What do you think it means?" She asked.
She pushed herself up from his lap, once again turning her back against him.
"It means..." he growled angrily as he got back up too and walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "...that he rapes you too."
His words made her shiver and he knew he had hit the right point.
"Faith," his voice broke.
"Dean, don't. I can't do this with you. I'm asking you, please, forget what you saw," she begged.
"You know I can't do that," he said and spun her around to face him. "I'm right here, Faith. Use me."
"Maybe," she gave him a tired smile.
"No matter what hotel we're at, you can always find us on top in the suite. Don't ever hesitate to come running, even if it's just for a game of Uno," he said.
A small laugh left her and he couldn't help but smile.
"I kick ass at Uno," she said.
"Come prove it," he said.
"One day," she said.
"Soon," he said and pulled her in for a hug. "Very soon. And promise me to fucking run as fast as you can whenever it's needed. Run and come find me. I'll keep you safe."
She nodded against his chest, not able to actually make the promise with her words, and then pushed herself out of his arms. She opened the door and left his room, walking across the livingroom towards the front door. He followed behind her, not wanting her to leave but knowing he couldn't force her to stay.
"Dude!" Seth yelled from the couch.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You're naked," Seth pointed out.
"So? You see me naked in the locker room all the time," Dean said.
"But at home I'd like to watch anything but your dick. Her, on the other hand," Seth said and winked at her before turning his voice smooth and flirtatious. "Morning Faith."
"Hands off!" Dean cut him off.
He heard her giggle and turned around to watch her next to the front door. He had to do it, he just had to. He closed the short distance between them, grabbed her head and pulled her close for a kiss.
"You run," he whispered. "Not away from me but towards me. You got that? You fucking run!"
"Yeah," she whispered.
He smiled at her and she fumbled behind her for the door handle, finally getting a hold on it and pushed the door open. She backed out of it, trying to keep eye contact with him even though it was hard as he stood there naked. He gave her a little sassy smile and then she closed the door, leaving him with an empty feeling. He sighed, walked over to the couch and dumped down on it next to Seth.
"Dude! Still naked!" Seth whined.
"Shut up for once," Dean said.
"Wow, are you alright? I thought you'd be happy now you finally got her into bed" Seth said.
"No, Seth, I'm not alright! Nothing's fucking alright!" Dean sneered.
"Easy there. Care to tell me what's wrong?" Seth asked.
"Wake up Roman while I get dressed. It's fucking bad and I don't wanna have to tell the story twice," Dean said.