Chapter # 07

She slapped the hand away which was brushing fingers across her neck. Someone laughed silently, sending a rumbled through her chest and again the brushing started. She slapped the hand away and turned in her sleep, digging herself further into the warm bed.

Bed?

Her eyes bolted open and she came face to face with a dark green wall. Blinking her eyes again and again she tried to remember what was the color of her room's wall.

Well, she at least doesn't have dark green walls.

She turned her head the other way and shriek in surprise to see Dean sitting beside her, leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, legs; one on other as he stared at with those dangerous eyes which were making her heart race.

Just to look away from his eyes, she looked around the room and found it a cold almost empty place. There was only a mattress on which they were laid on and a dark carpet on the floor. A large window was covered by heavy curtains and a white door which probably leaded outside.

This wasn't Dean room either.

Probably.

"Where are we?" She whispered finally looking at him. His eyes were now searching her carefully like they were waiting for her to panic or shout.

But she knew it was impossible to feel frightened when he was here with her, she knew she was safe as home with him, always was and always will be. The faith she had in him; he probably didn't even deserve.

"The place I'm staying." He replied, shifting slightly so he was closer to her, eyes watching her like a hawk.

She gulped and held her breath, her mind suddenly refused to work.

"Why didn't you go home?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

She knew he was watching her too closely as she tried to lean back somehow, searching for an escape but he seemed to be caging her, with his eyes and with his body. She could almost feel the heat from his body and she was trying not to tremble.

"Trust me, I went straight home." He murmured and leaned more closer till he was a hair away from her lips.

Her heart stopped.

"You smell delicious." He continued in a murmur when she just stared at him, wide eyes. His lips touched the side of her mouth in a soft crease.

No!

She needed to talk to him. She needed answers. She needs to know what exactly did he meant when he told her he is taking her with him.

"I know what you are thinking about." He whispered, tracing his lips to her jaw and she closed her eyes tightly, her blood was boiling up.

"I meant exactly what I said, I am taking you with me." He continued while moving his lips to brush along her lips.

She couldn't breathe.

"Why?" She managed to ask.

She opened her eyes when she felt him lean back, his eyes looking at her with the dark look which seemed to make her want to hide herself. It was leaving her bare in front of him.

Or not.

"I can't go on without you, no more." He snarled, his eyes molding her into a possessiveness.

She stared at him in surprise. Why did he sound so angry? Why was there so much anger in his voice? So much force? He didn't feel guilty for leaving, didn't blame her then who was the anger aimed at?

As he leaned closer again, she realized that staying around him was getting a dangerous thing. Sooner or later, she will die from the lack of oxygen.

"You stayed two years; you can stay rest of the life as well." She quietly replied and his eyes flash in anger, making him back away again.

The guilt hit her once more.

"I bloody well can't! I won't!" He exclaimed with such force that she shrunk.

His eyes immediately lost the fury and soften. He pulled away from the wall and with a quick move, pulled her over himself so that her stomach rested on his. Her eyes widen but no sound came out of her mouth.

"I want you with me, I can't live without you." He stated as she stared at him without a word. She was looking at him like he has grown a second head which probably would be less surprising than this.

"I..you wan...why...as..what?" She managed to ask in a jumble up in confusion and frustration. Why did she felt so ridiculous?

"What do you think?" He demanded.

How would I know?

She wanted to demand back but restrain so and answered in a more polite way, "I don't know."

She has never felt this helpless in her life. The gods above were probably laughing at her right now. They probably made her this dumb for this very moment.

"As mine, you will stay with me as mine." He stated.

She just stared at him, in frustration, in confusion, in conflict. She didn't understand. This wasn't the Dean she knew, or was he? He always made sure that she was an arm length away from him, no matter what. Yes, he was possessive but she thought that was because he was looking out for her.

"What if I don't want to come with you?" She asked silently looking away from his eyes.

He was silent for a long time but she still didn't look at him, she couldn't.

"Well, that would be a pity." His voice was bitter, too controlled.

She turned back her eyes slowly to his again though he was not looking at her but was glaring at nothing, his jaw clutched tightly and knuckles white from restrain.

"What is this Dean? What is this? You disappear for two years without a note or message and now you are back to what? So, I can come with you? I don't even know you, Dean." She said in helplessness.

"Of course you know me, I'm the same Dean as I was when I was a kid."

"But you are not, you have not been that Dean for a long, long time."

"What are you talking about? I am---"

"No, you are not!" She said loudly, firmly.

"The Dean I knew would never be what you became. He would not use girls to get them in bed, he would not drink, he would have maybe pulled a gun on someone but he would never have missed his studies. He would never have not been there for me. So, who are you? Who are you, demanding me to believe you are the Dean I have grown up with, who have been part of my every memory, who have been my best friend..." Her voice was barely a sigh when she said those last two words.

Instead of replying, he gave her a sad smile. For the first time since she knew him, he looked guilty. For what, she had no idea of.

"You ask such questions, sweetheart. You ask questions which held the answer in themselves."

"Stop speaking in riddles!" She snapped.

"The only thing you need to know is that everything I have ever done was for you. I love you. I love you. I love you."

Why was she trembling? Wasn't she frozen? Something was shaking, was it her heart? But hasn't her heart stopped? She couldn't breathe.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

His voice seemed to be playing like a broken record but she couldn't concentrate on it. His eyes, his eyes were embracing her, the pitch darkness in them was blinding. How can darkness be blinding? Isn't it blind itself? Then why was it that she couldn't see anything in that darkness except her own self.

He loved her?

Why?

Since when?

How?

Why her?

The questions took place of his echoing words but yet his confession kept ringing in her ears. It seemed to be whispering like a warm breeze in the background. But she could feel it through her every nerve.

"What?" In state of startle the word escaped her lips in a breath.

It was then she realized that it was him who was trembling under her. It was his heart which was pounding. It was him who was afraid. It was Dean, he was shaking.

"God, I am pathetic." Dean growled to himself and covered his eyes with his arm while she could only stare at him, his heart still felt loud under her touch.

"Why?" She asked quietly.

He removed his arm from over his eyes slowly, displaying his darkened eyes once again. It made her afraid, the look they held, like a wild animal ready to pounce. He was no longer trembling but looked ready to kill if that. He moved his hand and grabbed a handful of her hair roughly but not painfully and brought her face extremely close to his own, once again knocking her breath out of her. Her face reddens and she tried desperately to back away, using all her force but he just gave her his cruel smirk and held her tighter.

"Stop moving, you are digging yourself deeper." He said hoarsely, his voice sounding deeper.

"Let me go." Sara demanded silently.

"You fucking ask for it." And with that, he rolled her under himself and towered over her. The gasp barely escaped her mouth when he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying around, leaving her sports bra on display.

"Dean..." She had only just called his name when he met her lips with his, his one hand still grabbing her hair and other brushing against her bare waist.

She felt like she died. She was on fire, the burning trail he was leaving behind suddenly was obsessive. She couldn't push him away, couldn't breathe only because the man who just looked ready to kill, was yet again trembling. His hands touching her bare skin was shaking and hesitate. His heart had also gone wild once again and God, she was falling.

His lips left hers and trailed down, towards her neck. Where his lips and hand have been hesitant over her, the touch on her neck was different. It was like an assault and she was losing her mind. Her hands holding his front were tightening. She was falling deeper.

The words couldn't escape her mouth. She was losing her conscious, her chest pained. It was then it stopped. Not the touch but the assault. It was like someone was putting ice on the burns till only she felt him put his head against his neck and catch his own panting breath.

Why was he breathless?

"I'm sorry." Dean shaking voice quietly echoed into the silent room.

"I scared you but you can't hate it. Please, don't hate it. Don't hate me." He continued in a plead and yet his words sounded firm, demanded. They sounded like Dean.

"You did frightened me but I...didn't hate it...don't hate you." She replied in a breathless voice. Her cheeks once again flaming.

Why can't she hate him?

His hold tightened on her even more and he moved his arms to hug her. He was trembling once again.

"Oh, thank God. Thank God." He murmured into her neck making her nerves jump.

"What is wrong?" She checked out in a hesitant pace, slightly confused for the reasons of his apology and shaking. That wasn't the Dean she knew; he would never be afraid of something enough to start shaking.

"Nothing." He whispered back and slowly let go of her. Leaning away his weight from her body, he laid down on his side and just stared at her which those wistful eyes.

His eyes slowly moved to her neck where just few minutes ago he was attacking and a proud smirk made it to his face.

He raised his hand and slowly brushed the place, making her freeze altogether. Her nerves once again getting jammed up but almost like he was electrified, he moved his hand away and turned to the other side.

"There is a bag in the closet. Pick a shirt from it. Just from the bag." His rough voice sent a shiver down her spine.

With a sharp blush, she dashed for the closet and quickly pulled out the red bag on the side. Opening it, she grabbed the first shirt she could touch and quickly changed herself into it. It felt airy and cold but it smelled like Dean. It was mind fogging.

She turned and screeched to see Dean sitting up, eyes following her every move. She felt the hair stand behind her neck. Why did he look wild?

"You still have not given me an answer." His voice sounded angry.

Bipolar bratass.

The distance between them had cleared her mind a little. She could at least think a little better. Her past anger returned.

"What answer?"

"Don't fucking play with me, O'Brian." He snarled and this time the wildness was different, he didn't look ready to pounce but more like, furious.

She couldn't back down nor could she avoid this forever, after all she was the one who wanted to talk it out.

"I don't know." She sighed. It was the most honest of answer. He loved her but why? How? Why?

Also, since when? If he did love her then why did he play around? Why did he leave her alone for two freaking years? Why did he make her suffer like that?

"I see, then I have to change your mind then." The wildness suddenly gone and in took place a firm expression. His eyes though, still had the craze look and it was making her search for a place to run.

"How?" Before she could stop herself, the question escaped her lips.

He slowly rose up and with almost a mock manner, walked slowly towards her with a devilish smirk. Caging her between the closet's door and himself with his hands on each side around her head, he leaned in close enough that she could breathe in his rough scent.

"I will ruin you, mess you up. Take away everything till you have nothing but me if I have to. Possess your mind till you can't think of anything but me. I will do anything to make you mine, O'Brian. Anything."