CHAPTER 9

Y/N woke with a start and a splitting headache. The bright light above her head was shooting painful daggers into her eyeballs. She covered her eyes with a groan and tried to curl up into a ball. A sharp, stabbing pain shot from her groin and up her stomach. The pain brought the realization that what had happened to her was not just a horrible nightmare. She shuddered at the memories of her violation at the hands of the man she considered her best friend. When she tried to sit up, something pulled at her neck and she fell back onto what felt like a hard mattress.

"What the.....?", Y/N grumbled groggily. She reached up to feel what was holding her down. A wide strip of leather was wrapped snugly around her neck. It was a collar. There was a heavy metal chain trailing from the collar up to the headboard of the bed. She panicked, trying to get the collar unbuckled, when a voice growled at her from the far side of the room.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!", that all too familiar voice growled. Y/N flinched and whimpered, shoving herself back against the headboard. She couldn't move anywhere else. There wasn't much slack in the chain. "Glad you're finally awake, Baby Girl. I was getting bored", the voice chuckled as it moved out of the dark bathroom and into the light. Dean stood there watching her with an expression that she couldn't quite identify. It was like a cross between a smirk and a sneer. His eyes were thin slits with those black globes barely visible. He was still only wearing his faded jeans.

"Dean, please let me go!", Y/N whined and jerked on the chain padlocked to the headboard. She was quickly becoming hysterical, clawing at the collar. She felt around the leather strap and felt another smaller padlock holding the collar firmly in place. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks and she let out a quiet sob of frustration. "Why are you doing this to me Dean? We were friends! What happened to you??" Dean smirked as he stared at her. He knew this question was coming.

"It's an interesting story actually. And it's all your fault". Y/N's eyes widened in confusion. "Crowley came to me after our last hunt and told me that an evil bitch named Abbadon was coming for you. See, she wanted revenge on us for kicking her demon ass. She wanted to turn you, Sweetheart, and I couldn't have that. Cowley said that the only way to gank her ass was to take on this special mark so that I could use the First Blade to kill her. He warned me about the price I would have to pay, but I didn't care." His expression was stained with dark humor. "Needless to say, I'm not the only one who paid the price to keep you safe. Not only did I kill Abbadon, but a LOT of scum that you straights would call innocents".

"NO! Please tell me you didn't do this to yourself just for me!", Y/N begged. "Was I worth all of this Dean?? Worth all of the killing???" Dean paced the floor in front of the bed, staring at the floor. Finally he looked up at her with an almost sympathetic expression on his face, his eyes that perfect green again before looking back down at the floor. But she had seen him use emotion to trick her and Bobby before, so she was far from trusting that this time would be any different. He began to pace once again.

"The old Dean seemed to think that you were more important to him than anything in the world", Dean stopped, turned toward her, and murmured without looking up from the floor. His jaw twitching against his clenched teeth and his hands were balled into tight fists. He started to breathe heavily through his nose.

"H-he was important t-to me too", Y/N stuttered as the tears started to flow again. She kept her eyes on his face until he eventually looked up to meet her gaze. That same sympathetic expression was still there. He walked slowly towards her and knelt down so he was at eye level with her. Dean leaned in closer and she tried her best not to flinch away from him. He reached up and cupped her chin, caressing her bottom lip. Y/N shuttered from the contact.

"Oh Honey, I am glad that I saved you", he whispered. "Otherwise, how could I have ever found out what a good lay you are!", Dean snickered and his eyes melted into dark pools. Y/N jerked her face out of his hand and turned away from him. He had proven her right once again and she was kicking herself mentally for falling for it AGAIN! Dean laughed and stood back up to pace the room again.

"To make a long story short, I got myself ganked by an angel named Metatron, but the First Blade brought me back. Now I'm NEW & IMPROVED!!!", Dean spread his arms wide as he showed himself off. "Hell! I'm practically a god!!!" Y/N refused to look in Dean's direction at all and it was starting to piss him off. He stalked over to the bed and grabbed her by the back of her head, his fingernails digging into her scalp as he gripped her hair tightly. She grunted through gritted teeth as he wrenched her head around to face him. Dean grabbed her throat with his other hand and squeezed.

"YOU WILL LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU! YOU GOT THAT, YOU LITTLE WHORE???", he screamed in Y/N's face, making her flinch and try to pull away. He only squeezed tighter. She started to wheeze and claw at his hands in a vain attempt to make him let go. Her vision was starting to go fuzzy around the edges and her arms started to get heavy. When her eyes rolled back in her head, Dean finally let her go, slamming her head down into the mattress. She gasped and coughed with her hands rubbing her throat.

I-I'm s-sorry! PLEASE!!", Y/N croaked hysterically. "PLEASE don't hurt me anymore!" She curled into a ball and hugged her naked body as tightly as she could. "I wanna go home. I wanna go home", she chanted. "I just wanna go home". Dean leaned over her and whispered in her ear, making her jump.

"You ARE home".