Hey everyone!

Sorry it has been a bit since my last update. I promise this is going to be worth the wait because... this is some Dean whumpage that you have been waiting for! I know! Eight Chapters in and we finally get some? Ooo :) This is the beginning of it. The next chapter will be basically all Hurt!Dean so yeah :)

Thanks to all of you who read, please review so I know that you are out there, it helps give me motivation to write. I have plans for a sequel, but I don't know if you guys like this story enough. Please let me know!

Well without further ado... on we go!

***disclaimer I own nothing of Supernatural except for my own characters***


Tethered Love

Chapter 8

Dean was breathing heavy. The air in the room was swealtering...too hot. It reminded him of hell-not a good memory. His vision was completely cut off by the black blindfold that covered his candy apple green eyes. The small drip of water could be heard in the back of the room reminding him just how thirsty he was. What he would give for an icy drink to cool down his throat that was growing ever drier.

Rolling his neck, Dean attempted to loosen his muscles in the only way possible. His arms were currently chained above his head, the cuffs so tight his fingers were beginning to swell. Blood dripped down his arms from his aching wrists. He had attempted to pull himself free several times, but stopped when he realized the chains weren't going to budge. His feet were bare and barely scrapping the rough cement ground.

Sweat dripped down his chest. His captor had stripped him of almost all of his clothes... of which he was both annoyed and greatful for. The room was growing hotter by the minute, but he would have preffered to escape with his dignity on him.

A name suddenly hit him hard, and he bit his lip. Amy. He didn't know where she was. He didn't even know if she was alive. The thought panged his chest and he tightened his fists in anger. Amy.

Suddenly there was a high pitched scrapping sound as a large heavy metal door was opened, letting in a rush of cold air. Goosebumps popped up on his skin as he savored the touch.

"What do you want now Bitch?" Dean spat into the air.

There was only silence followed by footsteps that drew closer to him.


Six hours earlier...

Dean barged into the apartment, his heart racing.

"Dean, I am sure she's fine!" Sam shouted climbing out of Baby and walking past him.

Ignoring Sam, he continued forward and checked the room. Everything looked normal. Nothing was missing. Dean took in a deep breathe in when he saw the phone with the ten missed calls and all of his texts on the bedside table. She left it. She left the phone when she knew how important it was. He clasped it with his shaking hands and shoved it into his pocked.

Dean quickly changed out of his suit. He was sick of wearing it. As soon as the flannel hit his body along with the jeans, there was a slight ease in tension in his body. Sam did the same.

Sam sat at the side of the bed trying to go through phrases in his mind while he watched his brother wear tracks in the floor as he paced back and forth with a unreadable expression on his face. He knew his brother was worried.

"Dean-"

The muslces in Dean's neck flexed, "Sam! I know okay. You say she's fine! But what if she's not!? I couldn't..." he stopped talking and swallowed hard.

Sam sighed, "Dean, let's wait an hour to see if she comes back before-"

"Before what? I am NOT waiting! It's killing me Sam! Now what do you have on the fucking Kappa because I am going to kill the son of a bitch before it kills my fucking girlfriend!"

Sam reached over the bed to grab his lap top. He decided to just go along with his brother, there was no winning where he was concerned, "What do you need Dean?"

Dean stopped pacing, "I need to know where she might be."

Typing quickly Sam pulled up the files he had emailed to himself, "They were all found in abondoned factories... or wearhouses..."

"How many of those are local?"

"Hang on..." Sam was quiet for a few minutes while he scanned the maps for possibilites, "There are several Dean... I mean just 4 alone on this side of town."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair, "Sammy, you gotta do better than that"-

"Yeah I know," he grumbled. Exhaling, he thought for a minute. All of the victims were found at different locations... He quickly exed them off of the map and narrowed it down to two. He flipped his computer around, "That's the best I can-"

Dean nudged his brother in the shoulder before staring at the first address and then the second, "Thanks Sammy." He bolted out the door.

"Hey what about me?!"

Dean shouted from out the window, "You stay here incase she comes back!"


Dean parked baby a couple blocks away from the nearest abandoned factory to avoid giving away the emelment of surprise. In his left hand was clutched his macchette. Amy had told him the best way to kill the Kappa, was decapitation. He prayed that she was alright.

He walked quickly and quietly till the old shabby metal frame of the building was in focus. Taking a deep breathe in he slid against the walls till he came to the back door... there was fresh blood on the handle. Dean paled slightly, trying not to think of it as Amy's before slowly twisting the knob and pushing it open. The door was wift and silent, leading into a dark room. He stood up carefully and walked on the balls of his feet, holding his weapan aloft.

He stopped when he noticed torn material on the floor, he looked aorund cautiously before squatting and staring at the leather cuff on the ground belonging to Amy's jacket. He could feel his heart drop in his chest as he looked a few feet further and saw her new knife stained in blood laying dormant on the ground.

The pain that he was expiriencing emotionally blocked him from seeing the figure behind him who quickly smacked the back of his head with the butt of a gun. Dean's eyes went dark as he fell on the ground, dropping his machette which fell poetically next to Amy's.


Three hours later...

Amy took a deep breath in, ready to explain things to Dean. She had been cursing herself for leaving her phone behind... she didn't think she would be gone THAT long. She had to walk all the way with out a vehicle which took some time. Popping her neck, she rolled her shoulders before opening the door to a worried Sam.

His mouth was forming Dean's name, when he saw her, "Amy?"

She walked in carefully and sat on he edge of the bed before taking off her boots, "Sorry Sam I can"-

"EXPLAIN? You better because Dean is out looking for you?"

"He what?" Amy's eye brows shot up.

Sam huffed and stood over Amy, shadowing her in his tall figure, making her feel even more small, "What the fuck?"

"Where did Dean go?"

"To the old abandoned factory on West Main."

Amy's face paled, "Sam where is your phone?"

"Why?"

She gulped slowly, feeling the sickening guilt rise in her chest, "There are two monsters Sam. I killed the brother..."


A name suddenly hit him hard, and he bit his lip. Amy. He didn't know where she was. He didn't even know if she was alive. The thought panged his chest and he tightened his fists in anger. Amy.

Suddenly there was a high pitched scrapping sound as a large heavy metal door was opened, letting in a rush of cold air. Goosebumps popped up on his skin as he savored the touch.

"What do you want now Bitch?" Dean spat into the air.

There was only silence followed by footsteps that drew closer to him, followed by the familiar ringing of Amy's phone. The noise made his heart leap. She wasn't dead.

"You've got a call Dean Winchester," a woman spat. Dean knew that voice... he had heard it before.

The woman answered Amy's call, "Dean?"

The woman's pulse began to rise. This was the girl who killed her brother. Amy. And she was connected to her dinner. "Dean can't come to the phone right now," she scowled, "You killed my only family, so it's only fair that I take something of yours!"

"Don't listen to her Amy!" Dean spat before being puched in the stomach. Dean gasped, the woman was stronger than he would have thought.

"Let me talk to Dean!"

"Oh you'll talk to Dean! Only if you come back here alone.. one hour."

Amy waited before replying, "Fine."

Dean clenched his jaw, his girlfirend was being a moron.

The woman pulled on Dean's blindfold. Dean blinked for a few moments, before his vision adjusted reaveling the face of Officer Blithe. He should have known... She had stained mascara running down her cheeks from the crying she must have been doing earlier. Her hands were shaky, but she held up Dean's device to her ear.

"Amy?" Dean asked calmly.

"Oh Dean! I am so sorry this is all my fault!"

"It's okay babe, you just stay there."

"I'm coming Dean.. I'll make this all better!"

"No, you stay there. I don't need this Bitch monster killing you too."

"I can't do that Dean!"

"Sam?" Dean barked.

Sam quickly grabbed the phone from Amy, "Yeah Dean?"

"You don't let her come here you understand?"

"Yeah Dean... I gotcha."

"Good."

Dean was about to nod, for Blithe to take the phone back when Amy quickly blurted out, "I love you!"

Taking a deep breath in he swallowed, "I love you too."

Blithe quickly took the phone back and growled into the phone, "You get her here in an hour or lover boy here becomes a shish-ka-bob." She clicked the phone and dropped it onto the ground. Before staring up at Dean, "You're pretty girl killed my brother, you know what I plan on doing to that little Bitch of yours?"

Dean spat in her face, "Go to hell!"

She wiped her face on the sleeve of her uniform before pulling Amy's knife out of her pocket. She poked into in his skin right above his liver, "I'm going to let you bleed out Dean Winchester, and I am going to make your fucking whore watch me devour your life source and then I'll do the same to her."

She slapped Dean's face hard, leaving a red mark. Dean only glared hard back at her, "Do your worst Bitch."


OKAY! So that is it for this Chapter! What do you all think? Let me know! I will try to post the next part soon! As I am sure, you alll will be waiting for it!

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