Title: First Time Part 4
Summary: Dean Winchester POV/Scarlett Jones POV (A completely made up character of my own!)
Rating: MATURE!!! Language, Violence, Possible Rape!
Notes: Part 4 of my fic! One more part to go! I am already typing a follow up to this story titled "Meant To Be", its going to be good! Comments as always are appreciated!
Scarlett was woken out of sleep by sharp pain in her face, she could feel blood running down her face. A huge headache pounded in her head.
"Ugh.." She said as she opened her eyes slowly to see a big, ugly man who looked like he had, had way to many cheeseburgers in his life, standing over her. Everything started to get fuzzy and she couldn't keep her head up, it started to slump forward. She supposed the man didn't like this and punched her in the side of the jaw. Blood pooled in her mouth and she spit it on the dirty ground.
"I swear to God, if I get free I am going to kill all you motherfuckers!"
Scarlett heard a familiar voice screaming to the top of his lungs. She looked beside her and about five feet away sat Dean. His hands were tied behind his back as was Scarlett's and she saw another man with a crowbar plunge it deep into his stomach.
"Damn.." She heard Dean say as he doubled over from the pain.
"You won't do a damn thing! We have you and you ain't goin no where!"
The man walked over to where Scarlett was and starred at her for a moment.
"Hey Boss, what are we going to do with her?" The skinny man asked.
"Hmmm.." The big man said and squatted beside her, he was so close to her face she could smell beer and filth on him.
"I have plans for her." He said, smiling evilly at her and winked.
"You fuckers, you better not even think about touching her!" Dean screamed, Scarlett wished he would just be quiet. They were just going to keep hurting him every time he spoke.
"I'll do whatever I want to her because you killed some friends of mine and I am entitled for some revenge." The man laughed out loud and Dean glared at him.
"What?" Scarlett said.
"They were working for the vampires we killed." Dean said.
"No one asked you to speak, boy!" The man said, walking over to him and punching him in
"Damn right! We making about two grand a week and you fuckers messed it all up for us." The really skinny man said.
"Wait, you knew they were vampires?" Scarlett asked. She didn't really care, the ropes the men had tied her hands up with were tight but not impenetrable, she could get out of it but she had to distract them for a bit.
"Of course we did. They don't look like us or act like us. We knew they were something other than human."
Dean knew what Scarlett was trying to do and kept talking.
"They were bringing them humans to snack on. They got paid more for fresh blood."
The ropes were slowly getting loose but Scarlett had no game plan after she got free. She looked around, it looked like they were in a barn. When she got free, she would have to wing it.
"Fresh blood?" Scarlett asked, but she knew what Dean meant.
"Yeah, if we kept 'em alive we got paid more but sometimes we had to kill them because they just screamed too much. They would get us caught."
"You are both sick." Scarlett said.
"Yeah, well, you would do the same thing if you have to feed your family." The skinny man said.
"Hey Russ, why don't you go get us some grub? I'm going to go have me a party."
"Save me some!" Russ yelled as he left the barn.
Bubba grinned and grabbed Scarlett by the arm then and picked her up. Scarlett had to position her arms so he wouldn't see she was almost free of the ropes. Dean yelled and yelled, screaming cuss words and threats but it was useless. Scarlett silenced him quickly as Bubba lead her to the back of barn away from Dean, she made sure he saw that her ropes were almost off. He lead Scarlett to an old, dirty mattress. Scarlett looked disgusted and he pushed her onto the bed. He grabbed a knife from a dingy table, he sat on top of her and sliced off her shirt in one smooth motion. He stopped then and looked at the bandage that was on her stomach.
"Well, that's a nasty cut." He said as he peeked under the bandage.
Bubba began to slide her pants off, she was trying to roll off the bed and he punched her where her bandage was.
"Ugh!" She yelled out and silent tears slid from her face. I am going to die, this man is to rape me and then kill me, she thought to herself. Stop crying like a little bitch, get your freaking hands free and punch the living crap out of the man. If you don't, you are going to die! Her inner voice was loud tonight and she listened. Scarlett felt adrenaline surge through her and she broke free of the ropes, the man was so stupid, he left the knife laying right beside her. She grabbed it and plunged it into his neck. He starred at her, his eyes wide as blood poured from his mouth, she pushed him off of her as she continued to stab him. After venting her rage on him, she got dressed, even putting back on her sliced shirt. It was all she had to wear, so she toughed it out.
Scarlett heard the door to the barn slam shut, Russ was back. She grabbed Bubba and pulled him into the shadows, grabbing the knife, she hid behind a stack of hay.
"I got the food! Sally made apple pie, got you a piece, I know how much you like it." Russ said in the other part of the barn. She heard his footsteps make the wood floor creak, he was getting closer.
"Are you having so much fun you can't answer me?" Russ said as he turned the corner into the room. He was silent and she held her position, trying not to breath.
"Bubba?" Russ said as he walked almost directly in front of her. She lunged for him, the knife glinted in the moonlight coming through the cracks of the ceiling and he ducked.
Russ made a run for it, heading towards the other room where Dean was. Scarlett was faster and she tackled him only a few feet from Dean.
"Die fucker!" She screamed as she held her hand under his chin, lifting his head she sliced his neck. Blood gushed onto her hand and she threw his head down, standing above him. Dean starred at her, he had never seen her, so violent. Scarlett took the bloody knife and sliced Dean's ropes off. He rubbed his wrists as he stood up.
"What do we do with the bodies?" Scarlett asked. Dean made a mental note to talk to her about killing two men and not even blinking at it.
It took a few hours for the bodies to burn completely, Dean instructed Scarlett to dispose of any evidence that could land them in prison. It was late the next afternoon before they were on the road. The hicks had parked the Impala outside the barn with the keys still in the ignition, Dean was very thankful they were so stupid, he did not want to track it down. He was too exhausted to think much less speak as he drove. He looked over at Scarlett, who was sleeping next to him. A day and a half later he pulled into a parking spot in front of their motel room, he carried Scarlett inside and laid her on the bed. Dean brought their bags in and closed the door. Making sure the door was locked, he turned to walk to his bed. It seemed too far though and he looked at the bed Scarlett was laying on.
Dean laid beside Scarlett, a smile crossed his face as he watched her. She was the last thing he saw before he drifted off to sleep.