Her gaze held his after his smirk appeared. Riley's expression was one of somnelence and quite frankly, that puzzled him. Dean wanted her to argue and put up a fight, wanted her to fuel the fire that raged on inside of him and the Mark on his arm, but she didn't.
"Tell me," Dean yanked her close to him by her right forearm, her left hand landing on his right knee to keep from falling against him and into his lap as they sat on the couch in front of the armoire. "Where my brother is."
"I don't know." She spoke softly, tears stinging her eyes as he stared her down. "They left for a case."
"Where?"
"I told you... I don't know."
Dean rolled his eyes flippantly at her response. "You know what happens when I find out you're lying to me?"
Riley tried to move back from him, but he didn't budge. "Let me go, Dean."
"Fine... have it your way." He released his hold on her arm and she looked down at the new red marks adorning her forearm. Riley could feel the weight of his intense gaze and it unnerved her.
"I don't know where they are." Her voice was even softer now. "You're scaring me, Dean." Her chocolate gaze moved to his, the emerald green turning to an inky black at her words. "Please... don't make your eyes do that." He surprisingly obliged her request, blinking slowly as they returned to green. His gaze moved over her, almost thoughtfully, surprised himself at her seemingly complacent demeanor.
Didn't she know how much danger she was actually in?
"You were always so comfortable with Dean," He smirked, an eyebrow quirked ever so slightly. "I know you've even shared a bed on many occasions..." Riley felt her stomach drop to her feet and her eyes snapped back to his. Goosebumps formed on her skin and she started to tremble when he chuckled.
"Please... it wasn't like that..."
"Well maybe... you wanted it to be..." Her dark eyes fluttered closed, knowing she was unarmed and at his mercy. Sam and Castiel were hundreds of miles away now and that thought made her stomach turn.
"Please, Dean..."
"Please Dean," He mocked her and a tear slid down her cheek as she looked away from the monster in front of her. "Bet you're just like all the rest of the women he's been with." Riley's eyes closed again at his crude words and he smirked at her shyness. "Or are you?" Her lower lip trembled and she knew exactly what he was driving at. "Maybe someone needs a little somethin' to loosen her up... make her talk to me..."
Another tear escaped and she held in a sob. Was the demon riding Dean, or the knight of hell or whatever, really going to follow through on his underlying threat? Before Riley could react, Dean stood up from the couch and pulled her across the room towards the king sized bed. "Please, don't... Dean, please." Riley struggled to free herself from his grip, terrified of what might transpire.
"Mm," Dean yanked her body close to his and he could feel her heart thudding wildly, her chest pressed against his as his arms locked around her waist. He leaned in to whisper and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Kinda like it when you beg me..." His lips brushed her ear. She started to cry softly and he felt her go lax in his hold. "C'mon, sugar... don't be like that..." Her palms were flat against his chest and Riley tried to push back from him, knowing it a futile effort.
The sharp knock at the door made her knees turn to jello. "Room service." A cheerful male voice called through the heavy door. Dean smirked at the timing and let go of Riley. She slid to the floor, sobbing quietly now. He crossed the room and opened the door. The two men exchanged a few words before she heard the door close and the sounds of Dean setting something on the coffee table in front of the couch. "You want something to eat?" He asked, as if he hadn't been threatening her seconds before. "Riley."
She jumped when he barked her name. "No." She whispered and he made a disgusted noise.
"Fine. Suit yourself, sugar. I'm gonna go to the bar." His boots were pulled on and he paused in front of her. "You be a good girl while I'm gone, hm?" Dean was looking down at her and a sob worked its way out, her shoulders heaving.
As soon as the heavy door closed behind him, Riley wiped her face, smoothing away her tears. She pulled her cell phone out of her bra and the screen was dark. So that meant Sam couldn't text or call or have any way to locate her. That made her stomach turn, knowing Dean would be down at the hotel bar, undoubtedly pounding away drinks before he would come back upstairs and finish what he started.
She scrambled to her feet and moved over to the sitting area. He'd ordered a fruit tray, some cheeses and two bottles of wine. Riley's gaze danced over the grapes and strawberries and various cubed cheeses before her eyes fell on the wine corker sitting next to the two goblets before she reached for it.
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"I've lost her signal." Sam murmured, glancing down at his cell phone as he drove. They'd contacted Garth three hours ago and a few other hunters were picking up the case they'd abandoned when they'd gotten Riley's text. They were under three hours from the hotel where Sam was sure Dean had taken Riley. Night was falling and Castiel was riding shotgun as they drove east, towards Kansas City. "Her phone died."
The angel sighed next to him. "I won't lie, Sam. I'm worried about Riley."
"No shit." Sam shot back and Castiel looked surprised at his reaction. "Dean has no conscience." He paused, his throat working to swallow. "Cas, when I didn't have my soul, I was basically a walking sociopath. I didn't care who I hurt. What I wanted and thought I needed, I took... by whatever means necessary." He took a breath, feeling the old guilt creeping back. "Cas, if he hurts her... and we get him back, I know Dean... he'll never forgive himself."
Castiel nodded, knowing Sam needed to vent. "Sam, do you know what souls are made of?"
"No."
"Well I don't either."
Sam glanced over at the angel. "Okay..." He wasn't sure where the angel was going with this.
"Whatever they are made of, though, Riley and Dean's are eerily similar." He paused. "Your brother and Riley are closely linked in that way." Castiel's voice was quiet, barely audible over the purr of the impala's engine.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I can see inside all of you, Sam. I can see the guilt and shame and everything that makes each of you good. What I've seen inside Dean, since the beginning, I also sense in Riley. They haven't had the same life experiences, yet they harbor the same feelings."
Sam considered that. "They've gotten along well since the day we all met." He smiled a bit. "She and Dean share a special friendship."
Castiel nodded. "I know they do."
"We gotta get there." Sam murmured, pressing his foot down harder on the accelerator.
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A/N:
Hello lovelies!
The thing that always made me worry was when the boys lost themselves to the evil they work so hard to stop. Will Sam and Castiel get there in time? Is Dean going to cross a line that he won't be able to backpedal from? Is this going to make you all sure to keep your cell phones charged? Reviews are love!
CitrineMama
P.S. I did a tiny change/update to chapter 19. Nothing huge, but just realized one small thing was missing. ;)