A/N- Rolling, rolling, rolling…
I couldn't move my legs. At first I thought it was a dream. I'm no stranger to night terrors, and have experienced the dread of a seeing a woman in black on many occasions. (This is the first time it occured to me that I may actually have been haunted by a real ghost. I chose to shove that to the back of my mind and pretend I was dreaming.) I was sorely mistaken. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and sat up, trying to make sense of what was going on. My legs were bound! As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I bit back a scream when I noticed a figure at the foot of my bed, coming towards me. They didn't have far to come. My house was tiny, my full bed barely fitting in the room.
As the figure's face resolved into that of Dean Winchester, I bit back a gasp. He had gotten in to my delicates and was using my good scarves as bindings. He leaned over me, and placed his mouth close to my ear. My heart was thundering in my chest, my breath panicked, and as much as I wanted to lash out, defend myself, I couldn't. I was too terrified. He placed a hand gently on my shoulder, and I shivered from the skin on skin contact.
"This is why you can't come with us. If you panic instead of acting when facing a shifter, or a demon, or just about anything for that matter, they can kill you. They could kill us. We can't let that happen. We don't want you to get killed. Or anyone else."
Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like I could feel his lips touching my ear. I realized what he was doing, and I snapped. I brought up free hand and clapped it against his face. Like I said, I'm not really in any sort of fighting shape, so I doubt I hurt him, but I know that I gave him a surprise. His eyes widened and he backed up a bit, putting his knee on the bed. "Here we are saving your ass, and you hit me. That was not nice."
"Yeah, well. It's not nice for you to… Be…" Handsome? On my bed? Tying me up? "A slut. You were trying to seduce me in to compliance."
"And it was working."
"Yeah, until it wasn't. See that. I didn't freeze up. So you can take me with you." I hate to admit it, but I bit my lip a little nervously waiting for a response.
"You reacted late. I've had bug bites that hurt more than that." Dean leaned back over and started to work on my right wrist again. He smelled like leather, soap and testosterone, and I was very angry with the world for putting me in this position. By the time I had my little revelation about my ex, it had already been months since we had had any sort of sexual contact, and here was a really hot guy tying me to my bed, only he was so infuriating and sort of kidnapping me, so I couldn't even enjoy it. I had to take a deep breath to steal myself as I felt his fingers brush my wrists.
"I will make you regret this." I strained against the bonds, and Dean smiled a bit.
"I've done a lot of regrettable things. Tying up a pretty girl isn't one of them, especially if it will keep from doing something stupid." I narrowed my eyes at him. It sounded like a line.
Sam came in to the room and stopped short in the doorway. "What the hell is this, Dean? I thought you were just going to talk her in to staying here."
"Yeah, well, the more I thought about last night's conversation the more I figured she'd said all she would have to say on the matter. So I took her advice."
"And kidnapped her?"
"It's not kidnapping. She's in her own bed. We'll let her out when we are done at the nest."
Sam exhaled sharply out his nose and made a face bitchier than the bitchiest face I can remember having made at his brother. I took some mental notes. THAT face would come in handy someday, I was sure.
"Let's just get this over with." Sam stalked out, and Dean looked over his shoulder and winked at me before leaving the room.
"Hey!" I called out, and he stopped in the doorway but didn't look back.
"I'm guessing they are in the old KD building. It wasn't abandoned until just a couple years ago, it may still have some utilities, and the killings are all around that area in a five mile radius. It's the only abandoned building that would make sense."
Dean finally turned to face me a nodded. "And Dean," I added, "It's literally less than 500 yards from here as the crow flies. Be sure they don't see you coming."
I barely stopped myself from adding 'Let's hope they didn't follow you here,' before they were gone. I was pretty sure that if horror movie rules applied to real life now that monsters weren't just stories, that would totally jinx me, and it... well, itwould be bad, with just my dog here to protect me.
"Ninja!" I called to him, waiting for him to yip excitedly and come running. I didn't even get to take him out. I was going to kill those boys if he crapped on my floor. "Ninja!"
I waited a moment, thinking that they must have fed him, giving him plenty of crap-munition, before calling again. "Ninja!?" There was no response, although my cat did curl up under my arm pit. "Damnit."
I was alone.