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His gaze fixed on her as he slowly walked down the stairs. He looked at her so intensely, as if he wanted to devour her with his eyes. Maddy was so hypnotized that she didn't even notice Sam behind him.
Dean walked up to her, stopped briefly...
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Maddy lowered the knife, staring at him: "Hello, Dean," she stuttered. "Well, why so shy? Come here and give Daddy a kiss," he said with mock friendliness, but Maddy didn't move. "Don't you want to? Okay, then don't," he theatrically raised his arms and stood up. Maddy took a step backward and raised the knife in his direction. "Oh honey, you don't have to be afraid of me." Dean got closer and closer. She was trembling and couldn't react quickly enough when he took the knife from her hand with a quick movement and threw it on the floor in the hallway. He walked slowly around, his gaze fixed on her, and closed the door. "So now we can be a little undisturbed." he grinned. He pawed slowly around her, ran his hand briefly through her hair so that she winced. "Did you miss me?" he asked her, still grinning scornfully. "Dean, what do you want?" Her voice was trembling. "Look," he began, "our last meeting didn't go well. I wanted to apologize." "Wait, what?" she thought. Confused, she looked at him: "Really?" "Oh yes, absolutely." He took a step towards her, cupped her cheek, and Maddy froze. He let his thumb slide over her lips and whispered: "Sometimes I'm an ass, I know. I got carried away a bit." She couldn't take her eyes off him. Dean licked his lips slowly and, with relish, pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss. Maddy hardly knew how it happened. Her whole body had longed for it so badly, but something inside was screaming for her to run away. Maddy returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing wildly, Dean pressed her against the wall. He moaned softly and began to run his hand to her neck. Suddenly, without her being able to react, he pushed her even harder against the wall and cupped her neck. Maddy gasped as he began to squeeze. He looked at her with an evil grin. "Maddy, Maddy, Maddy. Did you really buy this emotional fuss from me? Oh honey," he laughed. Maddy tried to free herself but couldn't. Dean pushed harder and tighter, and she was about to lose consciousness when the door flew open with a crash. "Let go of her, you wretched bastard," Bucky yelled, lunging at him and going down with him. Maddy grabbed her throat and gasped for air. "Maddy," Sam called from outside in the hallway, and without hesitation, she ran to him. "Come on. I'll take you out of here." Bucky hit Dean out of his mind, but Dean just pushed him away. Both got up and stood facing each other, breathing hard. "Why don't we clear this up outside?" asked Dean mockingly. Bucky snorted: "Go ahead, I'll follow you." Dean laughed, went out into the hall, and said: "I'll see you outside in thirty minutes." Bucky was still breathing heavily as he went to find Maddy and Sam. He found both of them in the kitchen. Maddy lay in Sam's arms and cried bitterly while Sam held her tightly and gently stroked her head. "Maddy, are you okay?" he asked, worried. Maddy raised her head, looked at him, and nodded. "Yes and no," she sniffed. Bucky sighed, "I knew this was a shitty idea." "Stop it, Bucky," Sam tried to appease him. He nervously ran his palm through his hair: "Now I'll do it my way." "What do you wanna do?" Maddy asked with a frightened expression. "In 30 minutes, I'll tear him to pieces outside the door." Sam protested, "No, you won't, Bucky. Dean will kill you." "He can try that," Bucky replied with determination. With one last look at Maddy, Bucky walked out the door and stomped towards the exit.
