The Unknown(Dean Winchester Love Story)

8. Hey Sweetheart

I know this is a lot later than it was suppose to be but here it is. Hope you like. 

I didn't want to fall asleep. I didn't want to die, again. I didn't want to be killed by the mysterious man or the man that close to my heart.

Caitlyn's POV

The hand that appeared on my mouth frightened me. The smell on the cloth he was holding in his calloused hand made me dizzy. I felt my eyes closing until they closed fully.

When my senses came back to me. I saw Sam pacing back and forth, slowly, twirling a knife dangerously between his fingers. I must have made a noise to tell him I had awoken.

"Aw, Cat, finally awake." he greeted evilly. I looked around to see my surroundings. I was on a cold metal table that was slightly tilting towards the ground. I tried to move my arms, but they were bound to the table with leather straps. As well as my legs.

He slowly made his way to stand in front of me. He looked at the knife then back to me. He walked to the side of me, placed the tip of the knife onto my hip. I squirmed around, trying to break free of the straps. He pressed hard, into my skin, and slowly dragged the tip up until he reached the bottom of my ribs.

I screamed in agony, until he took the blade out. I looked down at my side. Where a clean shirt should have been, there was a gash that was bleeding profoundly. In a short amount of time, half of my shirt was soaked in blood.

"I've played nice Cat. Tell me what you know, or this will get a lot worse." he said, threatening to slice me again.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." I said. It wasn't a lie, I had no clue, at all, of what he was talking about.

He stabbed my thigh. I screamed out again. "Don't play dumb with me. I know you're lying." he said with an evil smirk.

The torture went on for what seem like hours. By the end of his session, I had bruises, deep cuts, and blood was everywhere. I was weak. Too weak to even try to move. I had lost the ability to scream long ago.

I was numb. No pain. No feeling at all. It was actually nice. I was probably dying, but it was nice. I would probably be happy dying like this, just skip all the torturing and we're good.

"You're useless. I guess its wise to kill you now." Sam said with a chuckle. His face strained in concentration. He reached out his hand in front of him, reached out towards me.

I could suddenly feel a crushing sensation inside my skull. The pain came back. He was doing something with his brain to crush mine. I fell unconscious before I felt the full effects of the gruesome death.

I woke up with a searing headache. I guess my plan to not sleep didn't go as planned. I heard the door open and close. Hopefully it wasn't Sam. I didn't want to be Sam. I couldn't think about looking at him now.

I got out of bed and walked into the living room. I found Sam sitting on the couch, surfing through channels on the TV. I walked passed him, not even having the courage to look him in the eyes. I stepped into the kitchen and grabbed me a glass of water and sat down at the bar stool at the island. My back was facing Sam. It was too much to look at him.

The door of the bathroom open and I turned to see who was there. The tall man's back was turned away closing the door to the bathroom behind him. He was shorter than Sam, but none the less, he was still towering over me.

"Cat, this is my brother Dean." Sam said and Dean turned around.

"Hey sweetheart." Dean said, his vibrant green eyes sparkling, his lips curved in a playful grin.

I audibly gasped. His eyes were the first thing I noticed. The same eyes I looked into for a year, watching the guilt flood the green irises before he killed me.

Dean was the mysterious man from my dreams.

Again, hope you liked it. And again, sorry it took so long to put up. I don't know when the next chapter will come out 'cause I have school. But please be patient. Please. 

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-Octopus