You awoke slowly.
And as you did, bits and memories came flooding into your mind.
Being beaten in the alley, being carried away. Waking up to find yourself tied to a chair. Seth, Dean and Roman busting through the door to save you.
Your throat being slashed.
"N-No…" you croaked out, reaching for your throat. You felt a bandage beneath your fingers and a stab of pain invaded your senses.
"Shh, baby… Shh-shh-shh…"
Seth's voice comforted you, but you were still frightened.
"Where-" you swallowed and grimaced around the pain. You lowered your voice to a whisper. "Where's…Dylan?"
"He's dead. Don't try to talk, sweetheart. He's dead. He can't hurt you anymore."
Feeling panic well up inside you–why you didn't know–you began struggling to enter Seth's arms.
"Easy, baby. Here," he said softly as he climbed onto the bed with you and held you close. "You're safe now. And I'll never let anything like that happen to you again."
"Love… Love you," you whispered, and only winced slightly. You snuggled against his chest. "So much."
"I love you. So very much, baby. So very much."
He leaned downward and touched his mouth to yours. "You'll never know what you mean to me."
He deepened the kiss and held you even closer to him.