Supernatural Imagines

Cause of Pain (Part Two of Lion and Lamb)

Hi guys!! Sorry for the long waits (I seem to be saying that a lot lately!) with all the requests. Now that I'm back in school I will be trying hard to update every weekend and hopefully week days if I don't have homework!

I know you guys don't to hear excuses on my AN's, but I hope you guys really understand. There are so many things in my life are screwed up and I don't want any of you to feel the backlash of it. So please, bear with me for the next few weeks and then I promise things will go back to being almost normal.

Many of you wanted a part two of The Lion and the Lamb, so I hope you enjoy this! Again, thank you zeinazeina for this request!

After Dean and I had shared our thoughts of love and was slipping into mode of just wanting to lie together and not move; I thought of a problem.

A huge problem.

"Dean?" I said softly, drawing his attention away from patterns he was tracing on my arm. He looked up at me, his hair messy, a small smile on his face.

"Yes, Zeina?"

"I love you and all," I started as I reached and started to play with his hair. "But we have a problem."

His eyebrows furrowed and his tracing stopped. "What's the problem?"

I trailed my fingers down the side of his face. "Sam is still looking for us. What are we going to do?"

Dean frowned, noticing the problem. "How about this," Dean proposed. "You distract Sam long enough that I can leave. I'll hide out in a car and you fake a hunting call and then we go away for a while? Sam won't think you are missing and will still be looking for me."

I nodded, a small smile crossing my lips. I was still hesitant, what if Sam had already figured it out?

Dean reached one of his hands forward and cupped my cheek.

"Hey," he said softly, looking into my blue eyes. "Don't worry, okay? I'll meet you out there."

I hummed in response and Dean kissed me once more, before he untangled himself and stood up. I sighed and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles from my clothes and walking over to the door. I gave Dean one last smile, and headed out.

Where could I go that Dean would have time to leave?

The dungeon.

I turned and started in the direction of the dungeon, making my footsteps silent so Sam wouldn't come investigate. The door was still open when I got there, and I quickly made my way inside.

The chair was turned over, ropes cut and thrown around the room. The table that had the needles on it was still standing, but a few of them seemed missing. I took the last two and shoved them in my boots.

I grabbed and arm of the chair and pulled it towards me, and made it look like the chair and I were thrown together.

"Sam!" I yelled as loud as I could as I pretended to have a hard time getting up. His footsteps approached the dungeon door, getting louder each second.

"Ze!" He yelled, his voice laced with panic as he rounded the corner. When he saw I was "struggling", he made a beeline for me and helped me stand straight.

"What happened?" Sam asked while he looked over me for injuries. "Are you hurt? What about Dean? Where did he go? Did he s-"

"Sam!" I interrupted him. "I'm fine and Dean just pushed me down before he ran out of here. I don't know where he went."