A Cabin Somewhere Outside Washington D.C. - Tuesday, 13:01
"SAMI!"
Kevin flew across the cabin like a bat out of Hell. Before Dean had any chance of defending himself, his fuming partner pinned him against the wall. Kevin drew a pistol from his pocket, shoving the barrel against Dean's temple.
"Give me a fucking good reason why I shouldn't blow your goddamn head off!" Kevin screamed, getting in Dean's face while keeping him pressed against the wall with his forearm.
Dean shoved against Kevin. "Get the fuck off me-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Kevin's eyes were wide with fury and red with tears. He pushed the nose of the glock so hard into Dean's head that it started to cut into the skin and draw blood. "He was my best friend, you cocksucker!"
"What happened?" Sasha demanded. Seth knelt beside Sami's body to check to see if he was indeed no longer living.
"Get the fuck off me, man," Dean hissed through gritted teeth. Ambrose's blood was still boiling from Sami's recent attempt to assault Alexa. Adding the scum's best friend threatening to shoot him in the head for vengeance made Dean itching to go two-for-two on the day, but he also knew doing any more killing would end with him and Alexa dead. That is if he somehow managed to talk himself out of this situation.
"Answer me, Ambrose," Sasha growled. "You better have a damn good reason for killing one of ours."
"Fuck!" Dean grunted under his breath. "He tried fucking the girl," he said for the others to hear. "He went into the bedroom when she called for a bathroom break. She started screaming, I ran in, the stupid fuck was laying on top of her. I pulled him off and things got out of hand. If it wasn't for me, we'd be out A LOT of fucking money, so maybe some PERSONAL SPACE is deserved here!"
Dean held his breath, waiting for the empty darkness following the pulling of Kevin's trigger. What he said sounded so unbelievably fictitious that Dean would've shot Kevin on the spot if the roles were reversed. But Dean also knew they weren't going to kill him for no good reason since he was the one that pulled in the package without much difficulty.
The seconds ticked by like hours. Kevin stared hard into Dean's soul. A sudden knock at the door made all four people in the room jump.
Sasha hurried to the front door and opened it just a crack.
A tall bald man with several dozen tattoos stood on the front porch in a park ranger's uniform. "Good afternoon, ma'am. Park Ranger Corbin here checking on you. I heard some shouting while making my rounds. Is everything all right?"
Sasha faked a smile and nodded her head. "Yep, everything's fine. We were just messing around. My boyfriend splashed me with some ice water."
Seth quickly stepped beside Sasha. "Yeah, sorry about that. We were making lunch and I started messing around."
The park ranger smiled. "No harm done. Just checking in. You have a nice day now."
Sasha gently closed the door but made no hesitancy in securing each lock to ensure no one was going to walk in on them.
Kevin pulled the gun from Dean's head, baiting a sigh of relief from the other man.
"Goddamit, Sami," Kevin ran his non-armed hand through his hair. "I didn't know he'd actually pull this shit," he told Sasha. "Before the grab, he joked about taking advantage of the bitch just to see how she'd react. I didn't know he was stupid enough to actually try."
Sasha crossed her arms. "You knew he was going to do this?"
"I didn't think he was serious!" Kevin insisted. "Sami says stupid shit all the time! And I fucking told him it would get him killed one day. I guess I was fucking right!"
Sasha brushed past Dean and Kevin and stormed into the bedroom. Alexa was handcuffed to the bed like she was supposed to be. Sasha marched up to the small blonde, attempting to take an authoritative stance over the defenseless girl.
"What happened to Sami?" Sasha spat.
Alexa's lip quivered. "Who?"
"The redhead, you stupid fuck!"
Alexa flinched. "He came in here because I asked to go to the bathroom. Then he... tried forcing himself on me."
"Who did that?" Sasha asked, pointing at the gauze wrap around Alexa's wrist.
"Sami." Alexa lied. "He told me that I should be thankful that he did it. Then he tried to touch me. I screamed and Jon came in and started arguing with him. Then they fought."
Dean covered his mouth to hide a proud grin. Alexa thought quick on her feet to cover his ass. The bandage, the reason for the brawl, and even using his fake name to hide the fact that she now knew his real name. That meant she was thankful, at least relieved, that Dean protected her when she was in trouble.
Sasha nodded her head slowly. "So Sami was the one that did all this? He helped you and then tried to hurt you?"
"Yes," Alexa spoke softly.
"Ok," Sasha started to leave but then unnecessarily slapped Alexa across the face. "Don't make me come back in here again. Do you understand me?"
Alexa, clutching at her cheek, nodded her head and tried to fight back the tears welling up in her eyes.
Dean's first instinct upon seeing his girl get slapped like that was to tear Sasha's head off and use it to beat Kevin to death, but he held back for the safety of both himself and the scared blonde girl in the bedroom.
Sasha locked the door behind her as she stepped back into the living room. "Ok, so she doesn't know your real name," she said over her shoulder to Dean. "Which means she doesn't know shit."
"She's seen your face now," Seth pointed out. "She's seen Sami's, Dean's, and yours."
"She doesn't know names though, does she?" Sasha snapped back. "As long as we keep this shit to ourselves, then it shouldn't matter."
"It won't matter anyway," Dean stepped in. "She'll be halfway to China or wherever by this weekend, so it won't matter what she knows. As long as we keep the deal, it doesn't matter what she finds out. Her buyer isn't going to turn us all in after we literally give him the president's daughter."
Sasha contemplated what Dean was saying for a moment, then nodded her head. "Fine. You're right, Dean, but I don't want to risk it anyway. You are in charge of everything she needs. She would probably do anything for you now after you killed Sami's stupid ass. That doesn't mean you actually take advantage of that and fuck her either."
"I wasn't going to," Dean growled. "I want my money. I don't give a fuck about her. If I let Sami fuck her, then we would've lost out on a shitload of cash and you would've killed us both anyway. We're down one man, we all get a bigger cut, and the package stays intact. I should get a fucking thank you."
Seth nudged Sami's body with his foot. "So what do we do about him?"
"We take his body and hide it with the van," Sasha instructed. "Dean, stay here. Kevin will ride in the back with Sami's body so it looks like it's just four people going for a drive and one of them fell asleep."
"Why do I have to go with?" Seth asked.
"Because I fucking told you to," Sasha hissed. "Now are you going to help out or do you want to see if there's an afterlife?"
Seth grabbed Sami's feet while Kevin hooked his best friend under his arms. Sasha checked to make sure the coast was clear, then let the two men carry their deceased partner to the car.
Sasha turned to Dean, getting close to his person like Kevin had done prior. "If I come back, and you two are gone, I'll hunt you down and cut off your face and make that little bitch eat it."
Dean snickered. "You're hot when you're threatening my life."
Sasha drew a large bowie knife from a leg sheath she was wearing. "Try me," she warned in a hushed tone, running the side of the blade across Dean's chest. "I'm persistent, Ambrose. And I want my money. If you take my money from me, someone has to die. And it won't be me."
Dean didn't respond to that. Sasha resheathed her weapon and started for the door.
"Lock the doors," the blue-haired woman said over her shoulder. "Don't open for anyone that isn't me. Give the girl a shower too so we can wash her uniform. Our buyer has a thing for schoolgirls. There are extra clothes in my room."
Dean locked each deadbolt and the chain on the door. His growing frustration with the unraveling situation made Dean want to make a run for it while Sasha and the others were out just to spite the know-it-all. But he knew a lot of people would be after him as soon as he and Alexa stepped foot outside the cabin. Dean could go under witness-protection but the people that wanted Alexa sounded like the kind of people that didn't fuck around when it came to getting things they want.
An engine starting and the crunch of gravel gave Dean the all-clear that the remaining members of his team were indeed leaving the property. The young man collected a short term outfit for Alexa from Sasha's room.
Alexa's heart skipped a beat out of fear when her door suddenly unlocked. Her dread quickly washed away when Dean stepped into the room. Her tear-streaked cheeks lifted into a hopeful smile despite it feeling like her chances of getting out of this in one piece felt like second to none.
"Thanks for saving my ass," Dean said with a chuckle, sitting beside Alexa on the bed. "If you told them the truth, they would've killed me for sure."
Alexa slid closer to Dean. "I can't let that happen to you," she whispered, pecking the boy on the cheek. "You're going to be my hero. Get me out of this nightmare and maybe we can figure out how to be together."
Dean sighed. "We... can't, Alexa. We shouldn't. Are you going to tell our grandkids one day about how the day you and I met that I kidnapped you and held you against your will?"
Alexa chuckled tearfully. "That doesn't sound like an interesting story to tell our babies one day?"
Dean chuckled dryly. "C'mere, son. Let me tell you the story about how your mom and I met. It was a Monday afternoon, a little windy, chilly. She was wearing her school uniform, looking absolutely stunning. Then a threw a bag over her head and dragged into a van and locked her in a cabin."
Alexa giggled. "But don't worry, honey, because momma loves dad no matter what. He was her savior."
Dean shook his head. "Why do you still love me after yesterday? After you literally just saw me kill someone. I'm not that special, Alexa. If you think my dick is anything to write home about, it's really not."
Alexa rolled her eyes. "I'm not worried about anything like that, Dean. I just... I fell in love with everything you were before yesterday. You're the first guy who ever talked to me and acted like I was just a normal girl and not the daughter of the president. You loved me because I was me. I love you because you're you. You could keep me here against my will and go along with whatever it is the others have planned, but I can see in your eyes that you don't want to see me get hurt. I know you want us to be together as badly as I do. That's why I can't stop loving you."
Dean wrapped his arm around Alexa's shoulders. "Babe... you are literally chained to a bed right now."
Alexa jiggled the chains on her wrist restraint. "Huh, I haven't noticed that before."
"How are you not afraid right now?" Dean asked.
Alexa shrugged. "You're here. I know you'll figure something out and bring me home. You're smart, Dean. I can tell. I heard what you said to the others about me. It's good you did that. Now they think there's no chance you'll betray them."
"I was thinking the same thing," Dean admitted. "If they let their guard down, maybe I can take advantage of that. Maybe I can figure out a way where I don't have to die and you can go back to being a lame high school kid."
Alexa furrowed her brow. "You are such a dick."
Dean chuckled. "I know. I kidnapped you."
"Stop," Alexa placed another kiss to Dean's cheek. "You getting me out of here is the only thing keeping me sane. I would be curled up in a ball crying my eyes out if I thought there was no chance for me. But you're here. You're going to get me out of here. I believe in you, Dean."
Dean pulled the tiny pixie into his person and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, baby doll. I'll do my best to get you the hell out of here."
Alexa gestured at the spare clothes in Dean's hand. "What's that?"
Dean offered the clothes to Alexa. "They want you to take a shower and change clothes so we can clean your uniform. They want you to wear your school clothes when the buyer gets here."
"Buyer?" Alexa echoed with heavy worry in her voice.
Dean nodded his head slowly. "We have someone coming in at the end of the week to pick you up. But he won't ever get his hands on you. I swear."
Alexa started to panic. Upon arriving at the cabin, she figured she'd have a little while before she was moved anywhere, but apparently her time was coming up in just a few short days. At the same time, she wondered what the hell was taking Kurt so long to storm this cabin and kill everyone that wasn't his daughter or Dean.
Dean's self-hate skyrocketed when Alexa started shaking like a leaf. "You'll be ok," he whispered, kissing her forehead and rubbing her shoulder. "Nothing bad will happen to you. Maybe me, but-"
"No!" Alexa suddenly shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You're getting out of this alive too. You're not allowed to leave me, Dean Ambrose."
"I can't promise I'll make it out in one piece-"
"Then you promise you'll make it out alive," Alexa demanded, clutching to Dean's arm like a frightened child. "I don't want you to die, Dean. You don't have to die because of me. I won't be able to go on."
Dean's head dropped against his chest. "How come you wore lace underwear?"
Alexa's tears still fell through her giggle. "You said lace was your favorite."
"Yeah, but we were meeting for coffee," Dean reminded her with a chuckle. "Were you trying to take advantage of me, Alexa Bliss?"
Alexa shook her head. "No, I... just thought you would like it if I wanted things to go that far. But..."
"It's ok," Dean said. "How about we just get you in the shower, ok? We shouldn't be wasting time talking about stupid shit anyway."
Alexa nodded her agreement, silently thankful for Dean choosing to skip over the awkward topic they were headed for.
Dean followed behind Alexa as she shuffled into the bathroom. He trusted her not to make a run for it, but his gut told him to stay close just in case. Alexa set her new clothes on the countertop beside the sink. From the doorway, Dean turned to leave, but he stayed cemented in place when Alexa's white blouse sagged off her shoulders and crumpled to the floor.
Dean watched in awe when her silky bra came off next. She had her back turned towards him, so he couldn't see anything, but the thought of it made him smirk to himself.
Alexa pulled off her skirt next. She peaked her head over her shoulder at Dean, offering him a small, bashful smile with her cheeks burning a deep crimson.
"It's not polite to stare," Alexa teased.
"I'm making sure you don't try to escape," Dean said with a shrug.
Alexa's posterior was simply unbelievable to Dean. She mentioned being an athlete and working out just about every day. Which would explain why her shapely legs were so muscular and well-defined.
Alexa, keeping her back to Dean, turned on the shower. Finally, she stripped the rest of her underwear and stepped into the tub and closed the curtain.
Dean sighed a groan of disappointment. He caught the quickest glimpse of Alexa's ass, but she was quick to make sure that was all he got to see.
"Fuck," Dean muttered to himself. Deciding to give the girl some privacy, Dean collected her discarded clothes and left the room. He made sure to double-check the locks on the window and then lock the bedroom door behind him.
