Tilda ran into the bedroom and started packing the clothes she had bought since arriving. Roman, Seth and Becky all followed behind.

"There's no time. Just leave it," Roman said.
"This is my life!" Tilda shouted. "I left everything behind when I left him. I'm not leaving my life behind now."

Roman understood what she meant but she was in danger. He had to get her out of there. He stepped up to her and placed his hands on her cheeks to make her look at him. Tears were already running down her cheeks.

"We're going to my place, alright? We can always come back here for your stuff, but right now we need to get you out of here," Roman said.
"It's not fair, Roman. I got out. I was free," Tilda said.
"You're still free," Roman said. "Remember when I said I'm not leaving? I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere. But you can't leave me either. It goes both ways. If he finds you here, I might lose you, and I'm not ready for that. I only just found you."

Roman pressed his lips against Tilda's in a hard kiss.

"I love you," Roman whispered.
"I love you too," Tilda whispered back.
"Guys, we need to leave," Seth said.

Roman looked at Tilda and she nodded in return. They were right. They needed to get out.

"Let's go," Roman said.

Roman grabbed Tilda's hand, and they all stormed through the house. They only made it to the kitchen when they heard a car pull up into the driveway. Becky ran to a window and looked outside.

"Black nissan," Becky said.
"It's Dean," Tilda said.
"Fuck!" Roman growled. "Seth? Can you fight?"
"Don't," Tilda said. "He might be armed."
"What? You couldn't have told us beforehand?" Seth asked.
"I didn't fucking know he would track me here!" Tilda hissed. "Let me talk to him. I know how he works."
"Fuck!" Seth said. "Okay, okay. Here, take this."

Seth fished up a small bag with three pills in it and pressed it into Tilda's palm.

"Leftovers from last time," Seth said. "I bought extra because I had a feeling we might need more. If you find yourself alone with him, get them in him and fucking run the second you can."
"Thank you," Tilda said.

Tilda put the bag in her pocket and then froze at the sound of the front door being opened. Dean stepped inside with a gun in his hand.

"Well, doesn't this look like a lot of fun?" Dean grinned. "Hi, Tilda. Ready to go home?"
"She's not going with you," Roman said.
"Who the fuck are you?" Dean asked.
"No one, Dean. He's just a friend of these two," Tilda said.
"And who might they be?" Dean asked.
"Leave them out of it. They have nothing to do with this. I hitchhiked from the train station, and they were kind enough to let me stay here when they heard I had nowhere to go," Tilda said.

Roman and Seth were amazed at how easy she could lie. She was probably used to it around Dean. She had her arms out and kept backing slowly. They all backed with her into the living room. Dean followed at the same pace, still waving the gun around.

"You lied to me," Dean pointed at Seth.
"You showed me a picture of a woman with long, blonde hair. I didn't recognize her," Seth said.
"Yeah, about that," Dean looked back at Tilda. "What the fuck did you do with your hair?"
"I needed a change," Tilda said.
"We're gonna have to change that back," Dean said.
"Okay. Anything you want, Dean," Tilda said.
"That's right. Anything I want," Dean said. "Everyone, sit the fuck down. Men on the couch, women in an armchair each."

Everyone sat down as Dean had told them to. He walked over to Becky, placed himself behind the armchair, and made sure to keep the gun close enough to her head to see the anger and frustration in Seth's eyes.

"One wrong move and you'll be cleaning up her brain from the floor," Dean said.
"Don't you fucking hurt her!" Seth growled.
"Or what, boy? You won't do shit," Dean laughed. "What's a man gotta do to get a beer around here? Tilda, give me a drink. I'm thirsty."
"There's no alcohol here," Tilda said.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people?" Dean asked. "Give me something else then. Something that tastes good."
"There's diet pepsi in the fridge," Tilda said.
"Yes, give me that," Dean said. "And don't you try anything funny. If you run, your new friends here will pay the price, and I'll still find you afterwards."

Tilda nodded and hurried out in the kitchen. She opened a can of diet pepsi and quickly put the three sleeping pills in there. She knew one would be enough. She had given him two last time. But she needed to make damn sure he fell asleep this time around too. She walked back into the living room and handed him the can.

"Cheers," Dean said.

Dean took a big swig and burped loudly.

"Damn, that's good," Dean said. "So tell me, good people, why would you let a stranger crash in your vacation home?"
"She needed help," Seth said.
"Did you fuck her?" Dean asked.
"No," Seth answered.
"You?" Dean looked at Roman.
"No," Roman said.
"Anyone else maybe?" Dean asked.
"No one has touched me," Tilda said.
"I have a hard time believing you seeing how you ran off like that. I still can't figure out how I didn't wake up. You must have learned to be real damn quiet. It's the first time you ever managed to get out of bed without waking me up," Dean said.

Tilda didn't say anything. Dean hadn't figured out he had been drugged and he didn't need to know. It worked in her favor. He lifted the can, emptied it, crushed it in his hand and threw it over on the couch between the two men.

"Thanks for the drink," Dean said. "We must leave now."

Dean walked over to Tilda, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up against his chest. Tilda whimpered in pain. The angry look on Roman's face made Dean snicker.

"You might not have fucked her but you want to," Dean said. "It's written all over your face."
"Let her go," Roman said.
"You shouldn't go around making a habit out of trying to steal other men's girlfriends. That's the shit that will end up getting you shot," Dean threatened.

Dean tightened his grip on Tilda's arm and grinned at Roman.

"Keep dreaming, boy," Dean said. "Let's go, Tilda."

Dean dragged Tilda out of the house. Roman jumped up and ran to the window to see her getting into the car with Dean.

"Give me your car keys," Roman said.
"What are you gonna do?" Seth asked.
"I'm gonna fucking follow him, of course. Your car is hidden behind my mini van. He most likely didn't notice it. I got a better chance of following him in that," Roman said.
"Move your van and I'll drive my car for us," Seth said.

Roman looked over at Seth. The two men nodded at each other. They were in an agreement.

"I'm coming too," Becky said.
"No, it's too dangerous," Seth said.
"Try and stop me!" Becky growled. "Don't waste precious time arguing with me."