Sam calls the police and they arrive in an hour. The entire night is filled with reports and questioning. They want to take me to the hospital but I refuse to go. It's around 6 in the morning before the authorities are gone and it's just us again. Dean comes into the room I'm sitting in and speaks up "I packed your bag. We're leaving" he says waiting for me to stand to follow.
"Where are we going?" I ask him standing slowly, still shaken.
"Back to the bunker. Where you should've been this whole time" he responds. I nod my head and the 4 of us ride quietly for the 20 minute ride.
We get there and I finally speak up "bunker. That makes way more sense then saying home" no one responds and we walk inside silently. Dean walks me to the room I stayed in before and opens the door for me. I walk in and he follows behind me. I go over to the mirror and look at myself. There's a black eye, and a bruised and bloodied lip. My neck is bruised with hand prints from being choked. I move it to the left and right to try and loosen it but wince in pain. I look again in the mirror but this time I notice Dean sitting on the bed. His head is hanging down in his hands. "D" I whisper to him as I sit down next to him. He keeps his head down. "What made you come back?" I ask him, wondering how he got there luckily just in time.
"You didn't pick up the phone. I knew something was wrong" he says between his hands. I nod my head remembering the phone ringing was what woke me up from the first hit.
"Thank you" I say to him.
"You shouldn't be thanking me. It happened because of me" he tries to blame himself for everything that happened.
"No. It's not your fault." I try to assure him putting my hand on his back.
"It was!" He says louder standing up, "I had you stay there. Alone! I'm so stupid!" He punches the wooden door leaving a hole. "I should've been with you" he grits again.
"Please, stop" I say trying to calm him down, getting upset that he's feeling like this.
"I don't know what to do Hayden. I make these stupid decisions around you. I keep putting you at risk." He says lowly.
"I put myself at risk too Dean. I'm sorry. If I only listened to you months ago you wouldn't have had to put me in that house. It was my fault." I try to explain. He sits back down and grabs my hand.
"I thought if I stayed away from you, kept my distance, i'd be able to move on from you. Then you didn't pick up. I was so scared. That man was choking you, you were half naked." He flinches with anger "I wanted to kill him. I wanted him to die at my hands" he comes out and tells me. "I'm not over you Hayden. I'm far from it. I'm in love with you" he finishes. I look into his green eyes and I feel his sincerity. I feel the connection.
"I love you too" I say back. He kisses my forehead and we lay down cuddling each other before we both fall asleep.
