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Chapter 3

Hazy images of Dean filled your vision as you were in and out of consciousness.

He was driving you somewhere in a car. Holding onto your hand, squeezing it and begging you to hang on.

Aches and cramps racked your entire body and if you were coherent enough you'd have asked where he was taking you.

"Dean," you tried to speak his name but it only came out a garbled moan of pain.

"Shh... I know, Kitten," he said softly. "I know you're hurting. I'm getting you some help."

You went out like a light then and didn't come to again until you were lying on some sort of exam table.

There was an insistent pressure tugging at your shoulder and you opened your eyes to discover you were laying on your side.

Everything came rushing back to you then and you began to struggle slightly, in your weakened state.

"Hold her, Mox. I'm on the last stitch and I don't want to have to sedate her while she's pregnant, if I can help it."

Mox, you thought in your drowsy frame of mind. You recognized that name. The killer had mentioned it. You scrunched your eyes in concentration as a pair of arms went around you and held you still.

"Mox doesn't want you, does he? That seems like enough to drive a mommy-to-be over the edge."

But... Dean is the father of my baby. What did he mean?

You glanced up then to see Dean holding onto you. "Dean..."

"Shh, honey. You're gonna be just fine." He was watching someone as another tug to your shoulder registered in your mind. It was beginning to hurt. You moaned softly as another twinge of discomfort assaulted your torso.

"The local anesthetic is wearing off," came a scratchy, elderly voice. You looked over to see a man you'd never seen in your life working on your stab wound. "Good thing I'm done." There was a snipping sound—scissors? And finally the pressure let up in your shoulder.

Your eyes wandered down to your belly and saw a black belt of some sort wrapped around the swell of it. Your gaze shot to the older man again and he spoke softly. "Fetal monitor. Your baby is fine." You glanced over at Dean who was avoiding your gaze at that moment.

You had no idea how to feel when you looked at him. He'd killed a man right in front of you. Yes, that man was trying to kill you, but still... You'd never seen Dean in such a violent state before. You still couldn't trust him even though he'd saved your life. You needed to get home and to the safety of your brother and Roman. They'd keep you safe. You knew it. Besides, Dean had killed the man attacking you. There was no more danger.

"Wanna go home," you slurred out.

You hadn't realized you were speaking the words till they were already out.

"You can't, Y/N," Dean replied. "It's not safe yet."

"Y' killed that man. 'm out of danger."

"No. There will be more attempts on your life. If it was safe, don't you think you'd be in an actual hospital right now?"

"S' you're kidnapping me? 's that it?"

Dean shrugged. "If that's the way ya want to look at it, fine."

"What do you care anyway, Dean? You scared me and then walked away. I'll be fine. Just take me home. Roman and Seth will keep me safe." You said the words with the intention of sounding firm, but the pain in your body was making it difficult. Just to defy what your body wanted to do—stay laid down and sleep—you rose slowly and began to stand to your feet.

And it all went downhill from there.

Literally.

You sank to your knees instantly with a soft cry of pain. Arms went around you instantly and you were lifted back up and carried.

"Put me down," you tried to order Dean, but you'd spent a good portion of your strength rising from the exam table.

"Not a chance, kitten," Dean retorted, and proceeded to carry you across the large room to what appeared to be a hospital bed, laid you down on it. "You need to rest and heal."

"Yes, you need plenty of bed rest," the doctor?—said. "You have some blunt trauma to one of your kidneys and you need to rest and let it heal. I need to monitor your blood pressure as well. I may have to put you on an IV to get fluids."

"I want to go home," you said again, tears burning your eyes. "I don't want to be here."

"I'm sorry, baby. You have to stay here for now," Dean replied.

To your horror, he took a pair of handcuffs out of his jacket and cuffed one to your wrist. Before you even thought to struggle, he had the other cuff fastened to the bed's railing.

"How DARE you!"

"I can't trust you right now," Dean said, looking guilty. "I need to be able to keep you safe and I can't do that if you're running away from me."

"You can't trust me!" You gaped at him, suddenly fully awake and ready for a fight. "I watched you beat up my brother and Ro! I saw you murder a man in my bedroom! And you can't trust me!"

"That man was trying to kill you," Dean countered. "I had to kill him. I wasn't going to watch you die, Y/N. Not now, not ever."

You had no idea how to respond. He sounded as if he cared.

"And as for beating up Seth and Roman… You have no idea why I did that. I was trying to protect them!"

"By beating the devil out of them? And what was your reasoning for scaring me to death and leaving me in a pile of glass?" You swallowed back some tears. "Don't ever act like you care about me, Dean, because you showed me just how much you don't care back in your dressing room."

"I told you, Y/N… You don't know anything about me when it gets down to it."

"Yeah, I'm beginning to see that!" you exclaimed, and then embarrassed yourself by letting out a sob and bursting into tears. You covered your face with your free hand and continued to sob.

You heard a soft uttered curse right before a hand lightly rubbed your uninjured shoulder. "Kitten, don't cry."

"Don't call me that," you wailed. "And stop telling me what to do. YOU did this! It's your fault!" You fought to catch your breath in between the hiccupping sobs shaking your body. "I just wanted to have my baby in peace, and I wanted you to be his or her father! But that's not possible now!" You wiped at your tears with your hand and continued to rail on Dean. "You've ruined everything!"

"I think I will leave you two alone. You obviously have some talking to do," the older man said, edging his way out of the large room.

"I'm… sorry." Dean managed to utter once the apparent doctor had vacated the room. He slowly removed his hand from your shoulder. "You're right. This is all my fault. But I'm telling you, Y/N, you're stuck with me now. No way are you having my baby by yourself and raising it on your own.

"I'm not raising my son or daughter around a killer!"

Dean winced and shook his head. "I'm not arguing about this. There's no way you are going to go and raise my child alone, or with some other man when you decide to settle down. If you settle down with anyone it's gonna be me, doll."

"I'm not being forced into a relationship with you! You don't even care about us!"

The fetal monitor blipped then and you felt an exceptionally hard kick-at least you hoped that's what it was-in your belly. You grunted softly and instantly placed your hand over your stomach.

"Easy, kitten." His hand instantly touched yours and then affectionately rubbed your growing belly. "It's not good for you or the baby to get so upset."

You wanted to argue that he needed to shut up then, but you knew he was right.

"I'm gonna leave you to get some rest. You need it."

"No, don't leave me alone, please!" You found yourself crying out. You took a deep breath, "I find myself scared of you to some degree, but at the same time I know you won't hurt me. Please don't leave me alone in this strange room." You glanced across the room at the floor-to-ceiling windows and the woods just outside. It was beautiful but ghostly at the same time.

"Okay, I'll stay till you fall asleep," Dean amended. He settled in an armchair next to your bed and crossed his leg over his lap.

"Why did that man call you Mox? And the man that tried to kill me, he mentioned a Mox-I guess you. What is Mox?"

"It's an old name I used to have," Dean replied. "Something I haven't answered to in a very long time." He swallowed hard, "The guy that tried to kill you… what did he say about Mox?"

"He was threatening to kill me and make it look like suicide to hurt Seth and Roman. And when I said that they wouldn't believe it, that I had too much to live for-he told me that Mox didn't want me, and that should be enough to drive me over the edge."

Dean was gripping the arms of the chair in his hands so tightly his knuckles turned white. "It's not true."

"What isn't true?"

"That I don't want you. I did. I do."

"Then why did you…. hurt us all?" you asked, tears filling your eyes again. "Why did you leave me? I loved you, Dean. I did!" You cried all over again at the unfairness of it all. To find out that Dean apparently had feelings for you all along but he wouldn't let himself act on them. "And that night we shared was NOT a mistake. It made our baby!"

"Shh, I'm sorry," Dean whispered, gently tugging you into his arms. You felt him kiss the top of your head. "I know it wasn't a mistake. I didn't believe that for a minute. Even when I said it."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Because I knew I needed to protect you. And the only way I could do that was to push you away."

"Protect me from what? What is going on, Dean?"

"I can't tell you about it right now. You need some rest first. Just sleep."

You gave up for the time being. But you wouldn't give up for long. One way or the other Dean was going to tell you what in the world was going on.

You had the right to know.

But Dean was right. You needed rest. You could barely keep your eyes open.

"We're safe here?" You asked, barely stifling a yawn.

"We're safe, baby. Get some sleep."

Apprehensively, you closed your eyes, and sleep followed within minutes.

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"Is she okay, Doc?"

A couple of days had passed with Y/N sleeping. The only time she woke up was when she'd had a nightmare and she came to, screaming. Dean had rushed to her and comforted her till she fell asleep again. Then the process would repeat itself.

"As far as I can tell, she is fine. She just badly needs rest is all. The IV fluids should really help her too."

Dean nodded. "I'm worried about her and the baby."

"They'll be fine, son. I'm sure of it. Just be there for them, and take care of them."

Dean nodded, seemingly unsure of himself.

"She seems hesitant to be with you right now-you have to earn her trust."

Again, Dean nodded, started to speak when they heard Y/N scream again.

"DEEEAAAAAAN!"

"Probably another nightmare," Dean said softly. "I better go check on her."

He hurried for the door to the large exam room when he heard her scream once more.

"DEAN! HELP ME!"

Like lightning, he flew for the room, eager to make sure she was all right...

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Slowly, you woke up to hear an insistent tapping or pinging sound. It was beginning to aggravate you because you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and sleep-even though that was what you'd done for quite a while it seemed.

The tapping grew more insistent as you shifted in the bed. You glanced down at yourself and noticed a red laser dot centered over your heart.

"What," You started, and then followed the dot's direction to the huge windows in the room.

And you froze.

There was a bulky, ski-masked man aiming a gun right at you.

And firing.

But for some reason the glass wouldn't shatter.

It wouldn't shatter but you could see it was weakening. It wouldn't be long before it gave out and the bullets would be hitting you.

"DEEEAAAAAAN!"

You began yanking at your cuffed wrist and trying in vain to get free.

"DEAN! HELP ME!"

He was in the room the next instant and hurrying over to you.

"What is it, baby," he asked, just as a bullet hit the cracking window.

He cured, digging in his jeans pocket. He immediately angled his body so it was shielding yours. He got the key out for the cuffs and began unlocking one of them.

"Dean! The window is cracking! Hurry!"

Suddenly a bullet whizzed by and struck the wall behind you both. You screamed just as Doc hurried into the room. "What's going on?"

"Doc, get down, and get out of here," Dean ordered as he freed your wrist. Next he pulled the IV needle from your hand and helped you out of the bed. Doc was hurrying from the room as Dean took your hand and hurriedly assisted you out of the exam room as well. Just outside the room was a long windowless hallway. Dean squeezed your hand and motioned for you to stay put.

"Where are you going," you asked, fear shaking your voice.

"They've found us," Dean said. "I have to get out there and see how many there are. If there isn't but the one, which is likely because otherwise we'd probably be surrounded in here already, I'll take him out. Then, we have to leave."

"No, don't go out there," You cried, holding tightly to his hand. "Please Dean. Let's just try to get to your car and leave!"

"I don't have time to argue with you, Y/N. I have to do this." He looked at Doc then. "You should come with us.

"No son, I'm staying here. I'd just slow you down."

"They'll be after you too, now, you know." Dean said. You could see he was trying to be calm, but the welfare of his friend had him worried, you could tell.

"I know. I'll put up a fight. Buy you some time to get far away from here."

"No," You cried. "Come with us. You'll be safer with us!"

Doc reached out, touched your cheek. "I'm old honey. I'd slow you down and cause you to get hurt. No, I'll stay here and hold them off for you.

"Dean, please be careful," you whispered. "Please. Don't go out there and die."

"I've got too much to live for," he replied, using your words. He winked at you with a sad smile. Then yanked you to his chest and kissed you. His mouth moved over yours and his tongue plundered your mouth. He groaned softly under his breath and finally broke the kiss. "I'm coming back, Kitten. I swear it."

Dazed, you could only nod.

You watched, your heart in your throat, as Dean left you.