A/N
Omg, I'm so sorry for the delay. But you know how life goes, I'm trying. I kind of suck at this whole writing thing, so give me a break lol. I hope those of you who were waiting for this chapter is satisfied… Special thanks to Ghostwriter and Katie 05. Also, I'm working on chapter nine RIGHT NOW, which means right at the same moment I posted this. So it's coming.
Chapter Eight
He had woken up to the sounds of whispering. Opening his eyes, he almost thought he had gone blind. But that's when it all came back to him. He could barely see shapes, when he finally settled on the fact, that yes he was locked in a dark closet. The whispering had gotten louder, and now he had realized that it wasn't whispering, it was just muffled by the door. Now, they were screaming.
"Nina, we have to fucking get out of here," Chelsea's voice boomed through the room.
"Chels, I don't know how we're going to do that…" the voice brought back hatred to Dean's thoughts. Although she had knocked him out, and locked him in a closet, he wouldn't have hated her that much. Sure there would be some hate, but not as much as now. Right now, his brother could be dying, and she knew how to save him. That was enough to spark the most hatred Dean had ever felt in his life.
"I'm leaving Nina," the icy tone broke Dean from his thoughts once again. "I'm leaving. I'm taking that fucking six-wheeler in the garage and you're going to have to fucking live with it. When I get pulled over for driving in on the road, I'm going to fucking tell them what happened. And you are either going to stay here, or come with me. I don't fucking care anymore."
The silence told Dean enough, and well the slamming the door. The harsh sound of the six-wheeler starting up was like salt to Dean's wounds. It wasn't that it hurt; it was more like, his only chance of getting out of here. Sure, he could walk, he was tough. But he wasn't sure he could make it back to any civilization, it was pretty far. The closet door swung open, allowing light to filter through the room, stinging at Dean's eyes.
"Good morning sunshine."
"So here's the question everyone wants to know," Dean was tired, irritated, and just about done. It was time to get straight to the point. "How would a girl like you, know about a guy like me?" His hands dared to move along with every word.
"Sweetie you're famous, everyone knows about you in our world."
"Our world?" Dean cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Wake up Deanie. You and you're goddamned family are not the only one's who know about the life behind the walls."
"Actually darling, I'm fully aware of that. My question is how you know me."
"When you rip my life away from me, I'll rip yours."
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At any other point in his life, he would've been done. He would've jumped off his little ice berg, or whatever you wanted to call it, and seen what was beyond this place. But today, he knew he wasn't the only one counting on getting out. Maybe, there wasn't an out. That was the point. But why, why had someone been so keen on sending people home?
"What's so great about home anyways?" His voice broke the silence. And although he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, because well there was no one else there, he hoped someone would hear anyways. "Why is it that the things we love the most, are what define home? What would give me a little piece of what I want just to take it away?"
Sam's thoughts were running wild. He wasn't going to let some home-sending-bitch fuck with him or Dean. But he had to figure it out first. The only part that made no sense was what it did. Most of the things the Winchesters dealt with wanted to kill, wanted to end, because that's what happened to them; they wanted to be known. But this thing, this thing was giving you hope, only to show you it never lasted. And that's when it hit him.
"Only when it wants to be known…"
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"I've never known you in my life before this," he wasn't sure if he was trying to convince her or himself of it. Although he was sure he had never met her before, something was pulling at his strings.
"Maybe, that's where life went wrong for Dean Winchester."
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"…It only wants you to feel the pain it felt."
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"I don't get it," his confused look had said enough, only the words told it.
"You listen to country music?" Nina asked.
"Um, no," Dean responded not really understanding the relevance of the question.
"Then I suppose you've never heard that Tim McGraw song, 'Do You Want Fries with That?'"
"No, tell me how it goes," Dean asked trying to buy time until he could figure this out.
"Now we ain't ever met before, but I know who you are."
The look on Dean's face could be called stunned, taken back, surprised, astonished, aghast, or shocked, but none of those expressions really explained Dean's face at that moment.
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"What mattered most was ripped away."
