AN: Thanks to everyone for reading and those who review.

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Chapter Nine

"Bobby, what the fuck was that?" Dean said as he paced the family room from end to end. Remi sat on the couch in between her mother and Ellen. "Are you kidding me with this shit? Was that actually Sammy out there? Was he actually going after Remi?" Dean knew it was Sam, his appearance never changed. His voice however, was deeper and darker.

"It was, son, and yes he was, you know that. In your heart you know it." Bobby said softly but with underlying anger.

"In my heart? My fucking heart was in my throat. What does Sam want? What's going on?" Dean was so angry he couldn't control it and needed to lash out. He went to Remi and yanked her off the couch. "What in the hell were you fucking doing outside in the middle of the night? I told you its fucking dangerous and you don't even leave the fucking house unless one of us is with you. Am I fucking clear, Remiel? Or Remington, whatever the fuck your name is."

Remi couldn't contain the fresh round of tears and let them fall. Dean's fingers were digging into her arms and her feet were barely on the floor. "um…ok." She was petrified but tried to sound brave. He would never intentionally hurt her, at least she didn't think he would, but his tone said otherwise.

"I'm serious." Dean took a deep breath and rubbed his hands on his face. "You just got out of the hospital! You were almost killed! This is not a joke." He continued yelling at her but knew he wasn't mad at her. He was angry with Sam, angry his own brother came after her, angry he hadn't seen it coming. And he was terrified. He'd lost too much already and Remi was not on the list of future losses. She would not be a casualty of this war. His whole body shook. His heart physically hurt. He pushed her back to the couch and headed for the basement. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he needed penance. Bobby came down the steps knowing what Dean was doing.

"You're not going by yourself and you're not hunting down Sam." Bobby said in that voice that was fatherly and wise.

"Something or someone has to pay for this; I need to prove this won't happen again." Dean said as he gathered guns and other weaponry shoving them into the duffle bag.

"By what, killing Sam? Killing some low life? You can't go off half cocked, boy, you'll get yourself killed." Bobby said trying to get his attention.

"You coming or not?" Dean asked and grabbed the duffle bag. He waited a split second before going upstairs. His only thought was revenge.

"Where are you going?" Ellen demanded. "You are not leaving this house!" Ellen and Zera stood. Dean turned and looked at them and then Remiel. She was sitting with her knees to her chest, staring at the floor, eyes wild.

"Sam grabbed her in the middle of the night! From a place that's supposed to be secure for all of us. I will not tolerate anything ANYTHING that will hurt her." He said and went to the door only to be stopped by Bobby. "Not now, man."

"We don't know what's out there, Dean. We don't know what's with Sam, who's with Sam, what's driving him or if they're still here! They could still be around the property." Bobby felt the anger building again.

"I plan on finding that out." Dean said so calmly it sent chills up Ellen's spine. Very rarely did Dean sound this way and she'd only heard it twice. Zera stood and went to him placing her hand on his arm. She could feel the tension in him, his muscles were tight and he radiated with hate. Dean could feel his breath getting jagged and he fought the odd sense of calm that tried washing over him. "Nobody touches her, Zera. Nobody." Zera responded by nodding in agreement. She knew exactly how he felt. They both looked at Remi. She was the center of both of their worlds. He dropped the bag.

Remi fought more tears. Damn it, she had only been this scared one other time and the fear was too frequent. Zera, Bobby and Ellen excused themselves, hoping Dean would calm down and Remi could keep him in the house. Dean pulled her up but kept her at arms length so he could study her. No obvious marks. His hands framed her face and he brought her to him rather forcefully. His mouth crashed into hers, commanding and possessive. His hands deep in her hair curled into fists and held her in place. She yielded to him and opened her mouth to drink from his tongue. Remi was surprised how she needed to feel commanded and possessed by a man, but she couldn't kiss him like they'd kissed before. He was taking, draining, not letting her kiss him back. Dean could feel her tears on his lips as they fell down her cheeks. He needed more from her, his anger not fading.

Abruptly the connection was broken and he went upstairs leaving her standing there unsure of herself. Her lips swollen from the rough kiss, her heart in her throat and her brain swimming; he would drive her to the edge and leave her dangling. With her fingers touching her lips as if she could feel him still there, she slowly went upstairs, head down as if defeated. Lost in thought, wondering how to fix this, Remi was startled when she looked up and saw him standing at the foot of the bed still scowling. She blatantly took in the sight of this man. His t-shirt removed, black boxer briefs hugging what it needed too; sometimes he was more than she could bear. Remi slightly squealed when he moved to her faster than she anticipated and slammed the bedroom door closed. Before she knew it he had her against the door struggling for air as his mouth demanded hers again. He'd had different thoughts than she.

Dean's head was too foggy to care if he was rough or gentle. Anger and terror propelled him, that primal need to claim what was his drove him and his desires. He caught the yelp as his hands roughly passed over her ribs and yet, he continued. He yanked her baby tee over her head and just as roughly nipped her breasts as his hands squeezed. Right now he didn't care about pleasing her, he needed it for himself. In one swift move he had his briefs lowered, lifted her to him and moved her panties to the side. His mouth moved to her neck and bit her hard enough to elicit another yelp as he pushed her hips down, entering her without knowing if she was ready. She wasn't. Her mind went defensive and she began to struggle against him. He was truly hurting her, tearing her sensitive flesh. She told him to stop but he didn't. She told him he was hurting her but he didn't listen. He drove himself harder into her, felt the tears on his skin, the only thought in his head was seeing Sam taking her. He had been in a deep sleep and was forcefully awakened by her screaming his name. He had looked out the bedroom window and sheer horror set in as Sam walked away with her slung over his shoulder. He couldn't get down the steps fast enough, couldn't get out the door fast enough. His whole world would have exploded if Remi left him.

With one final push and a few groans, he released himself inside her.

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She heard him get up but remained still as if she were still sleeping. Her body involuntarily shook as he walked around their bedroom. Dean sat at the foot of the bed and rubbed his face. He glanced at the floor and saw her torn panties with spots of blood on them. His first reaction was Sam had done something to her, but then it all came racing back. He felt sick. He looked over his shoulder at Remi and could see her shaking, her eyes closed a little too tightly. He stood over her watching and she felt him there. He bent over and kissed her temple, stroked her hair. He felt her body coil, he grew angry again. He'd done this. He'd done what no man should do and he never thought he could or would. "Baby girl, I am so sorry." Remi heard his voice crack, she knew deep down he never meant to hurt her, it was the moment. It still didn't change what had happened. It still didn't relax her instincts.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and fought the emotion. Never in his life had he wanted to cry before meeting her; never needed too. Now he was a basket case. He would have to learn to control himself in more ways than one when it came to Remiel. "Please hear me, baby." He kissed her temple again and pressed his face to hers. There were the tears he knew were there. His mixed with hers. He pulled away enough to see into her eyes. Terror. Dean knelt on the floor and held her as best he could. He didn't want to get back in bed and hold her, it might scare her more. So he just held her gently and rubbed her back and hair. How did someone fix something like that? He had no idea other than to be gentle and show her the other side. Explanations not needed, it would only come out wrong and as if he were excusing his behavior. He buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath. "I love you, baby." He kissed her neck, stood and swiftly left the room.

The only thing he could do was be useful. He had so many emotions coursing through him and he needed an outlet. His duffle bag was now gone, probably put back where it belonged. He'd have to thank Bobby later. He went and retrieved an axe from the garage and headed to the back. Chopping wood was useful, productive and he could take his anger out on it.

Remiel waited until she heard the back door close and she slowly and quietly got out of bed. The sheets had spots of blood she would need to clean before tonight so he wouldn't know. She went to the window and watched him. She had the same problem. A range of emotions floating through her, unsure what to think or what to do. Her heart knew one thing, her brain knew another. They would spend the day debating as she kept herself away from everyone. Laundry and a nice hot bath. She would lock herself in and forget yesterday as best she could.