Chapter 10
The officers had finished up their questions and were gone now. Leaving Megan and Dean alone. The silence stretched between them in the darkened living room. Dean took a step towards her, but she turned and went to her bedroom.
He followed her inside and sat down on the bed beside her. He looked at her face, and lifted his hand to touch her cheek. She flinched when she saw his hand raise.
"Hey, babe. Its me."
She turned to him with tear filled eyes. "That was...scary."
"Which part?" he asked.
"All of it. Drake, what happened. You...what you did to him...I.." her voice trailed off.
"I'm sorry, babe. I shouldn't have let my temper get like that. I told you, I'm not a good guy. I'm lucky you've even let me hang around this long. I'll go, babe. Just say you don't want me here, and I'll leave. All you have to do is ask." Dean told her as he used the pad of his thumb to wipe at her tears.
"It just...shocked me. I've never seen...you warned me, but Dean I thought you were going to kill him." she croaked out.
"I was. For a minute. But then I remembered it would be a stupid ass decision. I looked at you, and I couldn't do it, but I swear if that fucker ever comes near you again I will."
He gently pulled her closer to him, "You're making me a better person, Megan." he whispered with absolute sincerity in his voice. "Can I ask you something? Why did you cut me off earlier, and say I was just your friend."
She tucked her face into his shoulder, and mumbled, "Because I didn't want the officers to think I was a slut for being involved with someone so soon after breaking up with Drake..."
Dean sighed and stroked her hair lovingly, "Megan, you give one fuck too many about what people think."
They sat like that for a few moments while Megan cried, and Dean thanked every god he could think of that she hadn't just kicked him out of her life for being a complete psycho.
When she pulled away he got an up close look her her face. He swallowed down another fit of rage, and led her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting the water adjust for her. While she stood outside the bathroom, he went and got the broom and swept up the broken mirror.
He then led her inside the steamy bathroom. Megan picked up her compact mirror, and caught a glimpse of her swollen, bruised, and bloody face. Everything felt so numb right now, but she knew soon the pain would kick in. She gasped when she saw herself, and Dean carefully snatched the mirror from her hands.
"You're beautiful." he told her as he sat the mirror down on the counter.
Suddenly, Megan felt dizzy, and she placed a hand to her scalp remembering how she'd hit her head on the towel rack earlier. She swayed on her feet, and Dean caught her shoulders to steady her.
"Whoa, babe." he said quietly.
"I hit my head, earlier." she told him, and he began feeling her scalp, soon finding a large bump caked in blood.
"I just want to take a shower and go to bed."
"Let me take you to make sure you don't have a concussion, please." he said to her.
"No, I'm fine." she insisted, and truthfully Dean didn't think she had a concussion. He was just overly cautious when it came to her.
"Okay," he sighed.
They stared into eachother's eyes for a moment before Megan touched the tie of her robe, and Dean turned to go. His hand was on the doorknob when he heard her whisper, "Wait."
He reluctantly turned around. Her hand still rested on her robe, the blood still caked her face, and fresh tears were swimming in her eyes. "Please, don't leave."
"I'm not going anywhere, babe. I'll be right outside the door if you need me."
"No, I mean. I don't want to be alone right now. Please, stay." she extended her hand and Dean caught her meaning.
He silently slipped his shirt over his head before reaching for his belt buckle and unfastening his pants. He slid them down over his hips along with his boxers, and was left standing naked in front of her. He was anything but shy, he'd always been proud of the way he looked, but his face burned when Megan's eyes flitted over his form.
He stepped around her and pulled back the shower curtain, and stepped inside and under the spray of hot water. He closed the curtain and let her disrobe in privacy. Soon, she stepped into the shower with him. A curtain of dark hair falling to the middle of her back, and covering her breasts.
Dean tried not to let his gaze linger anywhere too long. He grabbed a wash cloth and dabbed at her split lip. He dragged the wet material down her neck, delicately cleaning her wounds. Red water fell at their feet as he washed away the blood.
She stood perfectly still, somewhat numb as she felt his hands gently tending to her. Unbidden tears slipped from her eyes. She deftly touched her face. The pain was beginning to kick in.
"It's starting to hurt..." she croaked out. Her voice so quiet, but seeming so loud in the silence of the shower.
"Okay. Let's get your hair washed." he told her while reaching for the shampoo.
"I don't want to." she said, and he could tell from her expression she was in pain.
"I'll do it. You have blood in your hair from that nasty bump, babe. I'll be quick, I promise."
She relented, and he turned her around so her back was facing him. He carefully pulled her hair back away from her chest, and into his hands. He massaged the shampoo into her hair, and onto her scalp. Being extra careful not to graze the bump.
Her shoulders sagged, and he could tell she was desperately exhausted. He switched their places, and now she was completely under the spray. Chest to chest he got his first proper view of her breasts. He bit his lip, and quelled the surge of lust that shot through his body.
She reached out and touched his chest to steady herself as the water beat down on her, rinsing her hair, and Dean took this opportunity to shampoo his own hair, and rinse very quickly. He shut the water off and jumped out, quickly retrieving a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He offered one to Megan and let her situate it around herself before pulling back the curtain and helping her out.
They walked quietly to the bedroom and Dean turned down the blankets for her. She opened her closet and pulled out a blue tank top, and a pair of purple shorts. Dean left the room while she got dressed, and quickly clothed himself. The had left some clothes at her place earlier that day. He pulled on a pair of gray sweats and a white muscle shirt.
He knocked lightly on her bedroom door.
"Come in." she called.
He opened the door as she was slipping under the covers. Her clean face was still swollen and she was still crying when a wave of pain overcame her.
"I brought you something." he said smoothly as he sat on the bed, leaning over her, "You don't get drug tested for anything, right?" he asked.
"Huh?" she asked, confused.
He opened his hand and revealed a small white pill.
"What is it?" she asked as she raised an unsure eyebrow.
"It's a vicoden. I got them from my surgery for the pain. Here." he handed her the pill and a glass of water.
"I don't need that." she insisted.
"Yeah, you do. You're in a lot of pain, Megan."
"I'll just take an asprin, and be fine."
"Megan, do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes." she whispered.
"Then take the pill."
She sighed, and decided she didn't have the will to fight. She swallowed the pill. The chalky substance sticking the back of her dry throat, causing her to gulp down another drink. She'd never in her life taken anything stronger than an asprin, so she wasn't sure what to expect.
Dean smiled, and smoothed a hand over her hair. He knew the vicoden would knock out the pain. But he also knew it would relax her, and that's what she needed. She was so tense, and on high alert.
He sat in the armchair and watched her fall asleep as the pill kicked in. He rose from his seat and walked into the living room, falling over on the couch and falling asleep almost instantly. Megan slept through the night, and late into the morning, waking to realize it was after ten o'clock and she hadn't woken up for work.
She walked into the kitchen to find Dean sitting at the table playing a game on his phone.
"Morning." he stood up when he saw her stagger into the room.
"The girls..." she said.
"I went over this morning and got them off to school." he explained to her.
She sighed with relief, "Thanks." she put a hand to her head, and lowered herself into the kitchen chair.
"I feel horrible. My face hurts, my whole body hurts actually. And I feel sort of...spaced out?" she shrugged, and wondered if that was the right way to explain how she felt.
"Well, as for the pain and soreness...I'd feel the same way. As for being a little spaced out, you're suffering from your first pill hangover." he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Pill hangover?" she asked as she rubbed her head, "How do you know about stuff like that?"
He shrugged his broad shoulders, "I wasn't always as "responsible" as I am now."
"I want to go back to bed." she mumbled as she pushed herself up and stumbled into the bedroom. She closed the curtains, blocking out the sun, and laid down. A few moments later she felt the bed weigh down as Dean laid beside her.
"Megan?"
"Hmm?" she asked as she kept her eyes closed.
"What happened last night?" he asked gingerly.
"You know what happened." she said flatly, heat creeping into her face at the memory of what was almost done to her.
She knew what he meant, and was silent for a few minutes, gathering her words.
She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling as she began to recount the events to the man laying beside her.
"I answered to door, and he forced his way in. He backed me into the bedroom, and onto the bed. He climbed on top of me. He was drunk, and going on about us and how much of a...slut I am. He tried to untie my bathrobe, but I was fighting. Somehow, I managed to get him off of me and I ran for my phone. It was in the bathroom."
Dean could feel her trembling, and reached over to take her hand in his own.
"I called 911, but he forced his way in, and he started hitting me. He smashed my phone against the mirror. He untied my robe, and he was going to...He was about to..."
She squeezed Dean's hand as she uttered the words, "I think he was about to rape me. I know he would have if you hadn't shown up. You saved me."
Dean pulled her to him, and cradled her body in his arms as she peacefully fell asleep again. He wished he could lay beside her forever. It had only been a week, but he knew without a doubt he was falling in love with her.
It seemed impossible. Dean Ambrose in love. But he knew. He knew without a shadow of a doubt. He loved her. He'd do anything for her, be anything for her.
And do anything to protect her.