Chapter Twelve

Dean was exhausted. He'd been driving for hours. He couldn't wait to go to sleep. Now that he had given Amie a tour and she'd said hello to Kevin, he was rushing through the bunker toward his room. There was another empty room just down the hall from him and that's where he planned on having Amie stay. The closer the better, otherwise he'd worry about her safety, even in the bunker. He shook his head, surprised at the thoughts running through his head. He hadn't felt like this since Lisa had been a part of his life and that worried him. "That ended so well," he thought sarcastically.

When Dean finally reached his destination, he opened the door and reached in to turn on the light. Amie pushed past him, looking around. Dean watched her closely, looking her up and down. She seemed to still be moving slowly, but it had only been 24 hours since her encounter with the demons and she had just spent 12 hours in the car. She needed rest as much as he did. Once Amie had made a full circle of the room, she walked back to Dean.

"Go, get some sleep. You look like you're going to collapse," she said. "I can get myself settled."

Dean tried to smile, but he was too tired. "Okay, but if you need anything…."

Amie interrupted him. "If I need anything, I'll figure it out. If I'm going to be held hostage for my own good, I need to learn my way around, right? Go. Sleep." She pushed Dean toward the door.

"Okay, okay," he laughed. "But first…." Dean grabbed Amie and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his waist. But she pushed him away after just a couple of seconds. "Nope," she laughed. "Don't even think about it. Go get some sleep, now." Amie pushed him out the door.

Dean walked down the hall to his room. All he could think about was sleep. He dropped his bag on the floor, shedding his clothes as walked across the room. He fell down face first on the bed, thoughts of Amie running through his head as he slipped to sleep.

Amie's hands were everywhere. Dean felt her touch on every inch of his skin, her lips leaving trails of heat as they skimmed his chest and stomach, her hands rubbing his biceps. But when he tried to touch her, she pushed his hands away. She crawled up his body until she was sprawled across him, every part of her body touching him. He tried again to touch her, but again she pushed his hands away. Her lips moved up his neck to his mouth. She gently forced his mouth open with her tongue, sliding her body along his until she was hovering over him as she kissed him. She kept his hands pinned on either side of his head and despite being stronger than her, he couldn't free his hands to touch her. This wasn't how he had imagined this going at all. Amie released one of his hands and her nails traced the anti-possession tattoo on his chest. Suddenly, she dug her nails into the skin around the tattoo, drawing blood, pushing deep into the skin.

"What the fuck?" Dean yelled, as he looked at the blood running down his chest toward the clean white sheets on the bed.

Amie laughed.

That wasn't right. Dean shook his head to clear it and looked Amie in the face. She stared back at him, a strange look on her face. Then she blinked once, leaving her eyes closed a split second longer than necessary. When she opened them, they were completely black.

"What's the matter, Dean? Does it hurt? Or are you afraid of a little blood?" The demon that had taken over Amie asked. She leaned forward and licked the blood from his chest, laughing deep in her throat. Dean watched her, unable to move. "You know, she's screaming in here. Screaming for me to stop. Crying out of fear, for you. Begging me to let you go. It's actually sort of cute." Demon Amie pushed her nails deeper into Dean's skin. Dean clenched his teeth but he didn't utter a sound. "Come on, sweetie, give her a little scream. Let her know how much fun we're having." The demon continued digging Amie's nails under his skin, but there was no way he was screaming. He wouldn't give it the satisfaction.

"What…what…do you want?" Dean stammered.

Demon Amie grinned and leaned down to whisper in Dean's ear. "Oh sweetie, how quickly you forget. And I thought we had such a nice conversation before. I want you, Dean. I told you, you give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas."

Dean's head shot up. "Abaddon?"

The demon laughed. "See, you do remember me." She traced a finger down Dean's face. "Don't worry, baby, I don't want to kill you, not yet. I just want to find you. And I promise I will. If I have to destroy everything and everyone important to you to do it, I will. Sam. Kevin. Castiel. And this one, the woman. Maybe I'll start with her." Abaddon shook Amie's head, red hair flying. When she stopped, Amie was gone and Abaddon's red-headed meat suit sat staring at Dean.

Dean's eyes flew open. As he'd slept, he must have flailed around the bed, because the sheets were wrapped tightly around his body. He took several deep breaths, his heart racing. He sat up, put his head in his hands and tried to wipe the images of the dream from his head. It had seemed so real, so damn real. The blood, Abaddon, Amie with black demon eyes. He threw the blankets off and grabbed his robe from the back of the door. He couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding, the feeling that something just wasn't right. He needed to find Amie, just to check that she was okay. The dream had spooked him.

He hurried out of his bedroom, down the hall to Amie's room. He knocked, but didn't wait for an answer, instead opening the door and going in. She wasn't in the room and when he looked in the small attached bathroom, she wasn't there either. He kept telling himself it had just been a dream. So, why was he so freaked out that Amie wasn't right where he had left her? Dean turned and practically ran out of the room.

As he rounded the corner to the door of the main room, Dean heard voices. Sam's and Kevin's for sure, but not Amie's. Where the hell was she? Shit, what if she had found Crowley and something had happened? Dean burst through the door, eyes darting around the room until they finally settled on her.

She was sitting at the table with her laptop, laughing at something Kevin was pointing at on the screen. When she saw Dean, she set her coffee cup on the table and straightened in her seat, a worried expression crossing her face.

He moved quickly across the room, pushing Kevin out of his way. He grabbed her hands and knelt on the floor in front of her, looking into her blue eyes. He almost expected them to flash black considering how realistic the dream had been. When nothing happened, he stood up and placed a hand on either side of her chair. He could see the confused looks that Sam and Kevin were exchanging out of the corner his eye. He knew they were going to want an explanation. Too bad they wouldn't get one. He bent forward and kissed Amie on the corner of her mouth.

"Hey," he said, turning around. "What's for breakfast?"