Dean walked quietly to the wall, and the girl followed. She pressed her back against it. Dean looked down at her and smiled reassuringly, then crept closer to the door. He ran past it quickly to the other side, so he was now on the far side of the door.
"Stop! Stop!" A girl shrieked from inside, through what sounded like a mouthful of blood.
"Why should I?" The demon sneered. A loud blow of something hard hitting skin filled the room. Dean grew angry, but needed to time his attack just right, otherwise the son of a bitch would just smoke out.
"Please!" She gasped. "Stop, I'm gonna die… I can feel it, a few more blows and I'll be gone!"
"So?" Another loud blow.
"So, you won't be able to play with me any more. Just keep me alive, you won't get anything if you kill me now!"
Dean expected another thwack, but it did not come. "Honey," the demon said, "I enjoy killing people. Why would I need to keep you alive when I have her downstairs, anyway? So new, so… feisty. She still has some fight in her. I can enjoy breaking her slowly, enjoy making her scream. I don't need you anymore."
Before Dean could look up to see her reaction, the girl had thrown herself through the doorway. Dean followed her, hoping this did not affect their chances of getting him.
"Don't - you - dare - hurt - her!" She yelled, kicking the tall demon after each word. The demon turned around, stepping away from the small, blonde woman. Dean ran over to her, kneeling down next to her head.
"Hey, darling, get up, come on," Dean said soothingly. She looked up at him, blood dripping out of her mouth. She slowly got to her knees and Dean helped her up, supporting her weight. "Good girl, I got you," Dean said, leading the shaking girl out of the room.
The demon smiled at the blue eyed girl. "So much fight - I'll enjoy beating that out of you," he sneered. She tried to punch him but he stopped her fist easily, making her gasp. The demon kicked the girl's shin, making her drop slightly. Then he punched her stomach, making her bend over and grab her tummy. "Oh, come on. I was expecting you to be more of a challenge!" The demon teased, letting go of her fist.
The small hunter straightened and punched the demon in the ribs hard, but this had no effect on the demon. He chuckled then grabbed her leather jacket and pulled her close to him. "That's more like it. Come on, fight me," he smiled madly. Then he punched her once, twice, three times in the face, letting go of her on the third strike. She stumbled back, slamming into the wall, panting.
He sauntered over casually and pushed her up against the wall by her throat. His face was inches from hers. "I lost my plaything because of you," he whispered menacingly. She saw Dean creep back into the room behind him. "I'll just have to play with you twice as much… for twice as long… twice as hard. Oh, I'll enjoy breaking you sweetie."
The demon then shoved the girl to the floor, making her slam down, hard. He stepped over her, feeling powerful and satisfied. The girl closed her eyes, ready for the beating sure to come, when a loud thud came from beside her. She opened her terrified eyes and saw the demon sprawled on the floor. Over him stood Dean, looking twice as powerful and strong as the demon had seemed. "I'll give you three seconds you son of a bitch."
Black smoke poured out of the demon's mouth, escaping through the window. The girl sucked in a relieved breath and closed her eyes, letting her head drop to the floor.
"Hey," Dean exclaimed, dropping to the floor. "Hey, you okay? Baby, you okay?" Dean asked, tapping her cheek. Her blue eyes snapped open.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, spitting out blood. "You came back for me?" She asked, shocked, looking up at him as if he had just performed the greatest act of kindness she had ever seen.
"Of course. You thought I'd just leave you?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
The girl shrugged. "That's how I got here in the first place. I got captured and the guy I was with hasn't tried to get me back." Dean raised his eyebrows, shocked. She looked away, ashamed; as if it was her fault. "Baby?" She suddenly asked.
"What?"
"You called me baby," she laughed. Dean blushed and blinked multiple times.
"Well what am I meant to call you?" He smiled. He was so used to calling the Impala baby, he had done it automatically… of course, that was it.
"Amie," he replied. "My name's Amie Brown."
Dean smiled. He suddenly became aware of how close to her he was and moved away, letting her sit up. She didn't seem to realise that Dean's heart had suddenly started hammering.
"Amie, who were you with? Why didn't they come back for you?" Dean asked, standing up. He held out a hand and she took it gladly, standing up weakly. Amie blushed a little and became sad. She opened her mouth, as if she was searching for something to say, when the man on the floor groaned.
"We need to leave before he wakes up," Amie said suddenly, looking down at the stirring man. Dean didn't move, and she looked back up in to his questioning face. "I'll tell you as soon as we get out of here." Dean nodded then flashed her a small smile.
Dean stepped forward and Amie followed, swaying on her feet. "You okay?" He asked looking back at her as the left the room.
"Yeah," Amie breathed. Her head was pounding and her legs felt weak, but she didn't want to make a fuss. Without having to ask, and without making her feel guilty, Dean reached out for her hand. His fingers interlaced with hers.
"Come on, let's go," he smiled, walking slightly faster, but keeping Amie close to him. Amie tried to focus on putting one foot in front of another, but she kept getting distracted. Dean's large, warm hand in hers gave her chills, making her heart race. This is ridiculous, she thought. You've only known him for a few minutes. Don't. But Amie couldn't stop her heart from trying to escape her chest, and couldn't stop her mind from wondering if he felt the same.
(o(o(o(o(0)o)o)o)o)
Amie sat in the Impala seat, Dean driving. "You hungry?" He asked suddenly, over the classic metal music.
"Yeah, actually," she replied awkwardly. They had been sat in silence for the last ten minutes, Amie wondering when Dean was going to leave her, Dean wondering when it would be appropriate to ask about the person who left her behind. Dean tried to remember where in town he had seen that bar last night. He wanted to make sure she was happy before asking her anymore questions, but he couldn't bare the silence any longer.
"How long were you there?" Dean asked.
"What day is it?" Amie asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Thursday."
"3 days."
"3 days!" Dean exclaimed, glancing over at Amie. "How could this douchebag leave you for three whole days?" Amie shrugged and looked out of her window as they pulled into the car park. Dean parked in silence, but did not get out when they had stopped. He stared at Amie, licking his lips, trying to work out what to say. He desperately wanted to know what had happened, but he also wanted her to like him. He hadn't seen his brother Sammy in a year and a half, and although he had only known Amie for a short time, he felt better with her. He wondered if he could make her feel better, would she want to stay?
"My Dad," she mumbled, breaking the silence.
"What?" Dean asked, staring intently at her. Amie turned her head, to show her eyes glistening with tears.
"I was with my Dad. He'd warned me before, told me that if I got caught again he'd-" She stopped. Her lower lip trembled and she wiped her eyes, sucking in a shaky breath. Dean's brow furrowed and he wanted to reach out, to hold her. But he was too afraid that she would move away. "He'd warned me. Said that if I got caught again it was my own fault, that he'd leave me there. That whatever happened I deserved - I deserved it," she sobbed, wiping her eyes furiously. Dean finally worked up the courage to reach out to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Amie, listen to me," he said, making her look up at him, ashamed. "I know, okay? I know what it's like to have a dad who doesn't give a rat's ass about you. My Dad, well.." Dean stopped himself and thought about everything his Dad had been through. He couldn't bad mouth him. "I know. But you don't have to go back to that."
Amie started crying again, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks. "I have no where else to go," She choked. Dean hushed her and pulled her across the impala into his lap. She sat on top of him awkwardly, and Dean wrapped his arms around her comfortingly.
"You can stay with me tonight," he said. She fit so perfectly in his arms. How was it she fitted so perfectly? He held her to him tightly, unaware when or how he had become so fond of this little hunter. He knew it was crazy. He'd known her for barely an hour. It's just a crush. She's hot, that's it.
Amie sucked in a deep breath and wiped her face. She swallowed deeply. "Really?" She asked, feeling a bit better.
"Of course. I mean, I won't see my Dad for a few days… but when I do, he might not… Let you tag along. He's a bit… well, your Dad sounds a lot like my Dad," Dean sighed. He smiled sadly.
Amie nodded. "Thankyou," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" Dean hugged her back tightly. She didn't smell all that great, but that was to be expected after 3 days. But the warmth she provided, he hadn't felt anything like that in years. When had been the last time someone hugged him properly? He could not remember.
Amie pulled away, but their faces were still only inches away from each other. Dean looked up at her.
"You know, I didn't thank you for saving me," she whispered breathlessly.
"No need," Dean replied. He was now acutely aware of their closeness, of her small, perfect body on top of him. "You still hungry?"
Amie shook her head. "Mainly just tired."
Dean nodded. The corner of his mouth twitched and he leaned in towards her. Amie's heart hammered as Dean's plump lips edged closer to hers. They were about to touch when she placed a finger on them.
"Look, not that I don't want to, because believe me, I want to - but I'm not the kind of girl who's gonna sleep with a guy she just met." She bit her lip nervously, assessing Dean's reaction. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, and blushed. "If you don't want me to stay with you any more I understand-"
"Hey," Dean interrupted her. "I'm not the kind of guy to shame a girl for not sleeping with him. If you don't feel comfortable staying with me any more, I understand… But I promise I won't try anything if you do stay with me." Amie smiled. She looked in to Dean's green eyes, feeling incredibly safe with him. Her Dad barely ever spoke to her nicely, her previous boyfriends hadn't been "good guys". She tried to remember a time when anyone had been this kind to her before but failed. She felt like crying again, but stopped herself.
"I'm happy to stay with you Dean. For as long as you'll have me, I'd love to stay," she smiled.