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Chapter Six - Voices

Dean remained absolutely still; it was as if Libby's words had caused him to freeze over in shock. He wasn't even sure if he had heard her right, even though she had repeated it to him twice. She remembered him?

"Wow, Dean Winchester's speechless." Libby stated in disbelief, allowing herself to laugh lightly. She found herself wiping the few stray tears that were falling down his face and it was like they had reversed roles. Libby was surprised that she could function properly. Every thing, every single little memory that they had shared, had suddenly come back to her at full force. Her mind felt like such a mess, but staring into Dean's eyes made everything come back to her clearly.

Her comment made him come back to reality. In a flash of a moment, he had launced his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She was caught a little bit off guard, gasping in surprise, but then she felt his warm body against hers and any worries disappeared. "I can't believe it." Dean muttered into her hair, then he moved back slightly. "How?" It was all so sudden. One moment she didn't know him, or herself, from Adam, and the next she was holding every single on of their memories in her mind.

"I don't know." She whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. "I've missed you so much, they said-" Then she suddenly cut off what she was about to say, shaking her head.

Dean raised his eyebrow. "They said what?"

Libby moved closer to him, snuggling against his chest so that he couldn't see her face. "It really doesn't matter."

But Dean was smarter than that; Whenever she used to hide her face from him she knew that something was bothering her, and Libby hid her face because he could read it and instantly tell whether or not she was speaking the truth. "Yes, it does," Dean placed his hand under her chin and gently pulled her face up so that he could see her eyes clearly; they were pooled with tears again. "Libby, what is it? What did they say?"

"They said," She paused momentarily, to take a deep breath. "They told me that you sent me there, that you didn't want me anymore."

Dean's facial expression immediately turned into a hard one. "They what?" He snarled in disbelief. Not only had they turned his girlfriend into an emotional wreck, not only had they made her feel like a piece of dirt on the floor, but they had also made her think that he didn't love her anymore. But his face softened when he focused his attention back on Libby, she was all that mattered to him at that moment in time. He would get his revenge later, and it would be satisfying, but now that Libby remembered him again the important thing was to make her realise that they lied.

Swiftly, Dean leaned his face closer to hers, so that their lips were nearly touching. He didn't move any closer though, as he was worried that this might all be too soon for her. After all, she sometimes fliched if he touched her shoulder. Dean didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable or frightened.

Libby glanced down to his lips and then back to his eyes, her mind swimming. They had never kissed her in there, it was too affectionate and intimate for them... they weren't human enough. Instead, they turned intimacy into something evil and horrid, something that haunted her when she was awake and asleep. But looking at Dean, staring into those green pools that she could drown in, made her think.

Dean wasn't forcing her to do anything; he was allowing her to make the choice, which was something they never did. And she remembered the way that she and Dean had kissed before she got kidnapped, it was one of the best feelings that she'd ever had. She yearned for it when she was trapped away from him, she yearned to be close to him again. Now she was. All she wanted was just one kiss.

She leaned forward ever so slightly, albeit a little bit hesitantly, and waited for Dean to make the next move. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten how to initiate something like this, her confidence had been severely shattered. Dean was surprised, yet excited, that she wanted to kiss him, he also understood that she was waiting for him.

He didn't hesitate. Gently, he closed the gap between them and pressed his slightly parted lips against hers. His moved against hers slowly, to make her know that he didn't want to push any boundaries. Libby immediately closed her eyes when she tasted him, her boundaries melting ever so slightly. She was caught in a trance and didn't know how to react.

When Dean realised that she wasn't doing anything, he was about to move back, but then Libby grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer. She deepened the kiss slightly, her mouth now moving with his. Both of them were so wrapped up in each other that they could barely think of anything else. Dean's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her into his lap, and Libby's hands got tangled in his hair. This was everything that she had been dreaming of before she lost her memory, this was almost what it used to be like before she was taken away from him.

But then both of them pulled away to gasp for air.

"Wow," Libby muttered breathlessly, her lips quirking up into a smile. "Now that's what I remember it like!"

Dean chuckled as his hands ran softly up and down her arms. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment baby."

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, her face beaming with happiness. "Oh, but I think I do."

Then Dean's face turned serious. "I didn't make you feel... uncomfortable, did I?" He was worried. Judging by how she had reacted to the kiss, she didn't seem uncomfortable with him but Dean didn't want to remind her of those vampires; That was something that he just couldn't cope with.

"It's going to take a long time for me to be comfortable with everything else..." Libby trailed off for a moment, biting her bottom lip in consideration. She was worried that this would make Dean go off her. After all, when they had been together they had sex regularly.

But Dean nodded. "I know that. I mean, the things they must have done to you," He paused to take a deep breath in a bid to steady his emotions. Libby still hadn't told him what they did to her but by the sounds of it they had definitely done sexual stuff to her. It made him want to rip something to shreds just thinking about them touching her like that.

"They did." Libby whispered, her expression a mixture of sadness and revultion. "Dean, they took sex and turned it into something that makes me scared. It wasn't like it was with us, y'know, they hurt me in everyway possible." When she saw Dean physically tense, she pressed one of her hands against his cheek and sighed. "I'm absolutely fine with the kissing, and I want to try and work my fear away gradually but I just want to know that you will be there waiting for me. I mean, I can't exactly expect that of you and if you'd rather go and find someone who hasn't been emotionally scarred then-"

"You're babbling," Dean cut her off. She watched his face and looked for some kind of signal. If he didn't want to wait for her then she just wanted to tell him now. How could she even expect him to do something like that? She had been gone for too long to even remember so, even if it hurt her thinking about it, it was natural for Dean to give up and move on.

"Libby, you have no idea how glad I am that you are back," He took a deep breath before continuing. "When you got taken away from me I was in pieces, and you know that I'm not one to usually admit things like this. But I died a little. I never thought that I would get you back but I kept looking, and just because you aren't ready to go any further than a kiss does not mean I'm going to even contemplate walking out on you." Their faces were closer now and Dean rubbed his nose against hers. "It was never just about the sex with us, and you know that. I am not leaving you. You can take as long as you need. The main thing is that you are back with me, alive. Believe me, I never gave you to them! You are the only woman that I could ever love, why would I ever send you to such an evil place?"

Libby instantly sighed in relief, beyond happy that he was going to stick with her.

"Now, how about you take a shower and I go and start rounding up hunters to help us kick the shit out of those vampire-"

"Dean, please don't go back there." Libby suddenly gripped his hands in hers, her eyes widened. "What if they take you?"

Dean shook his head. "I'm going back there and I'm killing every single on of them Libby, I promise you that. Besides, you don't have to worry about me; I'll have a whole load of hunters backing me."

Libby still didn't seem convinced but climbed out of Dean's lap anyway to allow him to stand up. She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed, worried. Even though she was far away from that place she was still certain that it wasn't the end of this. Even if they did go and kill all of them, something bad was going to happen. "Hey," Dean's warm voice pulled her back to reality as he pulled her into a hug. "We'll sort this."

"Dean, I love you."

Dean smiled into her hair. "I love you too baby."

When Dean went back downstairs he filled Bobby and Sam in. He told them about Libby remembering him again, about the fact that she had been sexually abused there and also that she hadn't told him anything else yet. He also noticed that the glass and blood had been cleaned up from the floor now and that the atmosphere downstairs was less awkward than it had been when Libby had a breakdown.

"So, when are we going to head out?" Sam asked his brother. "I mean, I think it'd be wise to get a few hunters rounded up first." Then he turned to Bobby. "How many d'you reckon would be willing to help us with this?"

"I know of seven or eight hunters that are skilled enough to handle something like this. I could probably get hold of all of them tonight."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "But can we trust them?" They needed the hunters to be on game if they were even going to contemplate killing the nest of vampires, but they also needed hunters who would follow their lead and listen to their instructions.

"Of course you can, y'idjit! I wouldn't put forward anyone who would cock it up, you know that."

"Sorry Bobby," Dean muttered apologetically. "It's just, this really can't go right in their favour."

Bobby leant over and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. "It's fine boy." He paused for a moment but then began to speak again. "There's just one minor glitch though..."

"What's that?" Sam questioned as Dean nodded, also wanting to know what Bobby needed to tell them.

"They probably won't help unless I'm there too. See, they're kinda the same as you boys when it comes down to trustin' people."

"But then who will look after Libs?" Dean questioned out loud. He certainly was not staying behind because he wanted to be the one to kill the cause of Libby's terror, he wanted to be the one to kill the things which snatched the love of his life away from him. There was no way that he could stay behind.

"Well, if you want the group of experienced hunters then I'm gonna have to come along." Bobby shrugged. "I could try talking to them but there would be no point. They'll only hunt with people that they trust and seein' as none of them have a clue who you two are then I'm going to have to be there."

Sam looked between Bobby and Dean, and then cleared his throat. "I'll do it." He did want to go with Dean to make sure that his brother didn't do anything reckless but Bobby could do that better than him anyway.

Both Bobby and Dean whipped their heads in the direction of Sam.

"You'd really do that?" His brother asked him, eyebrow raised. If Dean was being honest with himself, he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather have protect her for a few days than Sammy. But he wasn't sure whether or not Sam was just offering to do it because nobody else could.

"Of course!" Sam smiled, genuinely, at Dean. "Now that your girlfriend has got her memory back I'd love to get to know my future sister-in-law." He smirked at the last part.

Dean felt queazy because even though he could never imagine marrying anyone besides Libby, he still couldn't even imagine marriage. Dean was a commitment-phobic before he met her and even though he fell in love with her, he still felt nervous thinking of promising to marry Libby and then probably hurting her, because that's what he did with everyone. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her but giving her the official name of Winchester could end badly and put her in even more risk because the things they hunted would be aware how much she meant to him. "Oh, ha ha." He muttered sarcastically, trying to act as if his brother's statement hadn't caused him to fall into serious thought. Then he shot Sam a look which Sam knew meant that Dean was thankful for him offering to look after Libby, before walking out of the room and heading towards the front door; he needed to try and get hold of their dad again.

"Would you just hurry up and answer me when I need you dad?" Dean practically snapped into his cell phone, leaving yet another voice mail. He had been polite, like John would expect his obedient son to be, at first, but enough was enough. "I've got Libby here, she remembers everything. She's coping, not very well, but enough. But we're heading out from Bobby's tomorrow, or maybe the next day, depending when we get hold of the other hunters to kill those vampires. I want you there dad, I need you there for God's sake." Dean paused momentarily. "Just call me back when you get this."

He flipped his phone shut in a huff and then placed it in his jeans pocket. Just before he was about to turn back towards the house, though, the sight of a black, ominous car just outside the junk yard caught his eye. He surveyed it closely, his eyebrow raised. It was safe to say that it had caught him off of guard and definitely contrasted with its surroundings. He didn't know why, but he didn't like the look of it. But then he shrugged and forced himself to turn away and head back inside. After all, it was just a car so he didn't understand we he had to get so worried about it being there.

Libby closed her eyes as she basked in the feel of the hot water dropping on to her body. Words could not describe how good it felt to be soaking under water of that temperature, to even be able to use decent soap felt like a blessing. But the happiness didn't stem from having a shower, it was so much more than that. She could remember Dean now, the man who she loved with every ounce of her soul, and he still wanted her.

Pet...

She suddenly gasped, her mind rigid with shock, causing her to almost slip over in the shower. But she managed to steady herself by clamping her hands against the wall. For a few moments after Libby listened out for any more sound or even movement, absoloutely terrified. She knew she had heard the master's voice but he was nowhere to be seen; Libby was enclosed inside a small bathroom of which both the doors and windows were locked. And when she glanced frantically around the small room she couldn't see anybody else. It was just her.

So why was she so certain that she could hear the master's voice? It was so vivid, clear and demanding that she felt like she was still in that place.

I'm in your head pet!

This time she let out a small scream, only loud enough to be reverberated off of the walls of the bathroom. Her eyes began to sting with frightened tears as she tried to block out the voice. It was impossible, she couldn't believe it was true. "You're not here!" She whispered, her voice fierce, as she sunk to the bottom of the bathtub. She clamped her ears shut with her hands and closed her eyes tightly.

You thought you escaped with your knight in shining armour but I'm going to get you.

"Shut up!" She snapped, her voice quivering.

She heard the master's cruel laugh bounce around her head causing her to lose control of her breathing.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Libby kept repeating as she banged her head against the wall repeatedly in a bid to knock him out of it.

I'm going to get you! I'm going to get you! I'm going to get you! His voice repeated, mocking hers.

Libby let out a wracked up sob. "Stop it." She whispered pleadingly. "Just leave me alone!"

Or maybe your knight in shining armour will get sick and tired of you and bring you back here to me again. Then I'm going to reschedule your punishment and, believe me, it will be ten times worse than what you can even possibly imagine.

Libby couldn't let any words fall out of her mouth, she was sobbing to hardly. She continued to bang her head against the wall, trying her best to ignore his taunting words, but each one stabbed through her like a sharp knife.

Dean walked back into the house to be greeted with the sound of a constant banging noise from upstairs. Bobby and Sam seemed to have heard it too because they were emerging from the kitchen, confusion clearly etched across their faces.

"What the hell is going on up there?" Bobby questioned, worried.

"Libs?" Dean called out, his voice travelling right up the stairs. The banging continued to grow louder and louder, and much more frequent. It was an unsettling noise that concerned all three of the hunters. Dean turned back to Sam and Bobby, and frowned. "I'll just go and check on her." Without even an ounce of hesitation, Dean jogged up the stairs and headed towards the bathroom.

The banging noise was much clearer now, and it was accompanied by the sound of a soft whimpering.

Dean's eyes widened as he reached the bathroom door. He went to open it but it was locked. Seriously concerned, he knocked on it. "Libby, what's going on in there?" He questioned. There was no answer and Dean realised that the banging was slowing down, and the whimpering had ceased. "Baby," He pounded against the door this time, his eyes wide. "Open the door."

The banging ceased too now and the only thing that Dean could hear was the sound of his own heavy breathing. "Libby?" He called out once more, but there was still no answer. "That's it, I'm coming in!" He shouted as he kicked against the door. Something wasn't right, and Dean knew that. Finally the hinges on the door were becoming much more loose. He kicked it hard one last time and the door came off of it's hinges enough for him to see what was happening inside.

Dean glanced into the bathroom, his mouth gaping open when he did; The shower was still steadily running and, at first, there was no sign of Libby anywhere. But then his eyes caught the sight of on of her hands lying limpy over the edge of the bathtub and his mind suddenly went into overdrive. With all of the strength that he could muster he pushed against the door and, finally, it fell to the floor. He clambered over it and rushed to her, he feared the worst as he almost slipped over the towels that were on the floor ready for her.

But the shock of what he saw caused him to halt a metre or so away from the bathtub; Libby was lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling distantly. Her eyes kept lulling around in her head, as if she couldn't control them, she didn't even try to anyway. Her naked body looked so small and fragile at that moment, because of the slight definition of her ribs against her stomach. They protuded out slightly, and she looked smaller than she ever had been. The thing that frightened him the most though was the resigned look on her face, he was pretty sure that it looked like she had completely left her body. Dean shook his head to bring himself back to reality and rushed closer to her.

He scooped her out of the bathtub, her wet body drenching his clothes, and dropped to the floor onto his knees. "Libby," He shook her, his voice trembling. She remained staring at the ceiling, but her eyes twitched ever so slightly. "Libs, wake up!" He demanded. Never in his life had he been this scared, not even when she was taken from him. This was different to any other fear that he had been through, and it took a lot for Dean Winchester to be frightened. His breath got stuck inside his throat as he continued to shake her, willing her to at least look at him.

Libby suddenly let out a pained groan as her eyes lulled back towards him. She blinked several times, confused as to what happened. The only thing she knew is that she felt extremely dizzy.

Dean let out the breath that he had been holding, relieved, as he blinked back the tears that had threatened to fall from his eyes. "What the hell happened?" He muttered before leaning down to press a light kiss to her forehead.

Libby flinched away this time though, her mind running at full power. "He was here Dean." She glanced around at the room, her eyes scanning it fearfully. Then she looked down and realised that she was naked in front of Dean, which caused her to widen her eyes in embarrassment and to try and cover herself with her hands. Luckily, Dean noted how uncomfortable she had become and bent over to pick up one of the towels. He passed it to her, his eyes never leaving her frightened face.

She was quick to grab it from him; without a moment of hesitation she wrapped it around herself and clung on to it to clasp it tight.

"What do you mean he was here?" Dean asked her as he stepped closer to her.

Libby frowned, her face pale. The back of her head still really hurt and the room still seemed to be spinning slightly but she steadied herself by leaning against the nearest wall. "H-he was here." She gulped back a sob as the master's words came back to her mind. "He said that you were going to take me back to him and that he was going to get me."

"Where is he?" Dean demanded, his eyes glazed with fury, as his eyes moved around the bathroom.

"I didn't see him," Libby began, biting her bottom lip for a moment. "But I heard his voice, he said he was inside my head and that, that-" She cut herself off when she saw Dean's facial expression, and looked down to the floor. He looked at her as if she was just hearing things.

"Libs," He began hesitantly as he closed the gap between them. He placed both of his hands lightly on top of her shoulders and sighed sadly. "It's normal for those sons of bitches to still haunt your mind even after you escape that place." Dean moved one of his hands from her shoulder to lightly pull her chin up so that she was looking at him. "You're going to think that you hear things that aren't ac-"

"But I heard him Dean," Libby interrupted firmly, her eyes blazed in determination. The thought of the master's voice sent eery shivers down her spine, but she held her ground. "I'm not a lunatic! He was speaking to me, inside my mind." She paused to actually mentally note that what she had just said did sound like it had come from a stark raving bonkers lunatic. Dean seemed to think so too, judging by the look on his face.

She tried to back away from him but Dean gently tightened his grip on her shoulders. "I'm not saying that I don't believe you, it's just..." He sighed to himself, shaking his head slightly. "You've got to understand that this could easily just be a mind trick."

Libby didn't say anything in return to Dean's statement. She knew that she did hear the master's voice, it was loud, clear and exactly how it had been when she was in that place. Libby didn't just hear it, it was like the Master was interacting with everything she was saying. But what was the use in arguing with what Dean had to say? He held a very valid point; she had been through a lot and this Master was bound to still be haunting her mind. Maybe she was just going crazy? If she was, then that would be the cherry on the cake... not only would she be the frigid, emotional wreck of a girlfriend, but she would also be the crazy one with twenty cats.

She wondered how much more Dean could take of the drama that seemed to follow her around ever since she left that place.

"What was that banging noise anyway?" Dean questioned, in a bid to change the subject. If he was being truly honest with himself then he would admit that he was terrified at the idea of that vampire talking to her in her mind. He knew deep down that there was a possibility that he was, but then he also acknowledged the fact that it was impossible for vampires to just simply contact humans telepathically.

Libby frowned, as if the mention of the noise had worsened her headache. "I wanted it to stop so..." She glanced towards the wall nearest the shower causing Dean to put two and two together.

"You banged your head against the wall?" He demanded, his tone concerned. "Libby, you've got to stop hurting yourself!"

"He wouldn't stop taunting me Dean!" Libby snapped, her emotional state at it's climax. "I just figured that I could knock him out of me."

"And you almost knocked yourself out in the process." Dean pointed out, motioning for her to turn around. "Let me see."

Libby spun around and glanced into the mirror. She saw Dean begin to search for any sign of injury, and she felt his hands against her sore head, but all she could concentrate on was her reflection. It was the first time that she had noticed how she had looked for such a long time that it truly astonished her; she really did look a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying so much and they held a sense of constant fear. Her wet hair was hanging down the side of her face, travelling down to just above her collar bone, which protuded out of her skin noticeably.

She felt hideous. Dean fell in love with a completely different looking person, so how could he want to possibly stay with her.

When Dean had finished checking her head, he was relieved to find no fatal injuries; sure, she'd have one hell of a nasty bump but it wasn't going to kill her. He glanced into the mirror and stared at Libby, who was currently looking distraught about what she was staring at. Slowly, he snaked his arms around her front and pulled her closer to him. She flinched ever so slightly but she didn't move away. In fact, she warmed up to him.

"Why are you with me?" She blurted out, suddenly regretting her decision to do so.

"Because you're my very beautiful girlfriend and I love you." Dean replied simply. Libby scoffed to herself at the 'beautiful' part, and it didn't go unnoticed by him. "You are one of the most beautiful people that I have ever met, inside and out."

"But I'm crazy." She mumbled, looking away from her reflection to stare up at Dean's.

Dean frowned. "I didn't say you were crazy Libs."

Libby shook her head. "Well, you don't believe me. So I might as well be crazy."

In response, he sighed. "Look, there might be the slightest possibility that that thing did speak to you, I'm not saying that he definitely didn't, but he's not here Libby. He will never be able to touch you again because I'll always be with you." Then he paused. "Besides, he'll be dead before you know it. I promise."

Libby simply nodded absentmindedly as she glanced back to see that the door was on the floor. "What happened?" She gasped, completely unaware that Dean had unmantled the door to get to her.

Dean turned to what she was staring at and then frowned at the thought of explaining this to Bobby. "You locked the door so I had to break in. I'll explain what happened and then pay him for another one."

"But won't he be angry at you? Won't he punish you?"

"He'll be angry, and probably will ring my neck, but he won't punish me. We don't punish humans." Dean reminded her softly.

"Right," Libby replied, still getting used to the new rules.

Dean kissed the top of her head and then sighed into her hair. "You'd better get changed before Bobby comes up to assess the damage to his bathroom door." He pointed out. But it wasn't the only reason why he wanted her to get dressed; the only thing that seperated her naked body from him was a very thin towel and his wet clothes. He was going to wait until she was ready to go any further than the occasional kiss but feeling her so close to him in just a towel was driving him crazy, and he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable around him.

He released his grip around her stomach and then turned towards the exit.

"Wait, I don't have any clothes." Libby mumbled causing him to spin back around briefly.

"There's a duffel bag of your old things in the bedroom next to this."

"You kept my stuff after all this time?" She couldn't help but smile.

Dean nodded, like it was the most obvious thing to do in the world. "Of course. I knew I'd find you, and I didn't want you to come back with nothing to your name."

"Thank you." Libby grinned before turning back to the reflection in the mirror. She watched Dean walk out of the room and smiled to herself. Only he could diffuse her emotions after such a freak out. The subject of his voice played on her mind but she didn't want to think about it, so she tried to block it out.

Pet..

She heard the master's voice loud and clear, but this time she didn't freak out. Instead, she closed her eyes and slowly counted to ten, willing her mind to ignore him. It worked but she couldn't take anymore. Was she really just hearing things, and slowly turning crazy? Or was he actually communicating with her? Libby didn't want it to be any of those things, because both of them were bound to have bad consequences attached to them. Libby started humming a light tune that was familiar to her and thought about the one thing that could distract her mind from the horrors; Dean.

When Dean walked into the bedroom that he was staying in, he rushed straight to the window. He didn't know why but the omnious black car was starting to bug him; he'd only seen it once but it felt like much more than a simple coincidence that he had seen it just before Libby heard voices. He reached the window and pulled back the curtain, looking straight towards the direction in which he had seen it. But it wasn't there.

The space in the road that it had been sat in was completely empty. Dean knew that he should of just turned around and forget about it but he scanned the rest of the street just in case. Still, the car was not there.

He shook his head, hesitantly, before turning back around. The car had nothing to do with this, it was just a coincidence. Maybe it had parked there for a second and then went, like normal cars do. Dean kept thinking these things over but there was a constant itching feeling at the back of his head; if it was only a coincidence then why was his intuition screaming at him that something was wrong?

So, this is possibly the longest chapter I've written so far! I think it has been one of the most interesting to write because quite a lot has happened in it, and I hope that it was also a good read! Let me know what you think and drop me a review! :)

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