Supernatural OneShots

Running From Love [p 2]

Screaming. I scream constantly. I scream Dean's name for what feels like an eternity, waiting for him to come rescue me from this hell hole (literally).

Every demon that comes in, looks exactly like him, except for the black eyes. They beat me, sometimes rape me, and are always saying horrible things, including 'I could never love someone who killed my friend'. They all sound the same; they all have his deep voice. They all break my heart, each one that comes in. Over and over again.

I can't take much more of this. I need someone to save me. I'm not cut out to be here forever. That's why I continue to scream his name, even until I'm breathless.

Then, a Dean comes in that has a glowing silhouette. He breaks my chains, saying, "I've found you, and I'm getting you out, baby."

When he grabs my hand, I open my eyes to see that I'm standing next to Dean's Impala, with his warm jacket on.

I do a quick inventory check to make sure that all of my body parts are attached. I wish I could see inside, because I feel fine, but there's no telling if I still have all of my internal organs.

I glance in the side mirror, and see no bruises or scars from my days in hell. I hear something, and peek in the windows, and notice Sam and Castiel giving me strange looks.

Sam rolls down the window, then asks, "You okay, Als? You look like you just escaped from hell, and have no idea how."

I reply, suspiciously, "I did...that's exactly what happened. Why are you guys just sitting here?"

Cas says, "We're waiting for Dean. He went inside to get something, remember?"

I start to say, "No, I don" but a voice behind me, saying, "Sorry guys. They had pie, and you know I had to eat it." made me stop in mid word.

I spin around, and practically knock him over, feeling a ton of different emotions drowning me.

He sets the bag down on the top of the car, and wraps his arms around me, putting his face in my hair. He whispers, "Hey, princess."

I say, not wanting to let go of him, "I missed you Dean. I missed your hypnotizing green eyes, your awesome hair, your little smirk, your sarcastic comments that I act like I hate but I actually love, your paralyzing jawline, your strong arms that make me feel safe. I missed everything."

He chuckles, pulling away, but keeping his arms around me. He says, "So I take it that's an 'I love you, and thanks for getting me out'?"

I smile, saying, "Yes, Dean, I love you. But, why does Sam and Cas not remember that I" but Dean interrupts, "Cas pulled a few strings. I found you and got you out, but those two don't remember that you were ever gone. Save the trouble of you telling everyone what happened."

I ask, "Wait...how is Castiel here? And how long was I gone?"

Dean replies, "Oh, he always finds a way to come back, and you were...you were gone for two months."

I say, hugging his neck, "Oh Dean, I'm sorry. I was in agony in hell, because I wasn't with you. Well, and the fact that I was being tortured by a whole lot of demons that looked like you."

Dean says, "I'm sorry, baby, I would've came sooner, but I had to struggle through finding someone that would actually let me get into hell, then getting by all of the screaming people, many that I either knew or killed."

I keep my arms around his neck, but he grabs the bag, saying, "Here. These are for you. You'll need them."

I take the bag, and look in it, a little curious about what's in it. There's an entire pack of Oreo's, a chicken sandwich, a bag of Reese's, two bottles of water, and a Mountain Dew.

I say, "Oh god, I love you, Dean! These will last me a whole week!"

He smiles, gives me a kiss, then says, "Now get in the car, we're on our way to...someplace. I'm not allowed to tell you."

I say, opening the door, "Permission to keep your jacket on?"

He replies, "Granted, but did you really have to ask?" He then gets in on the driver's side, shutting the door.

I slide in next to Castiel in the backseat, then shut the door. I drink an entire bottle of water, then lean on Castiel's shoulder to get some sleep.

Cas seems a little awkward about it, so Dean says, "She has nightmares, Cas, she just wants to feel protected. But don't get any ideas; she's mine."

I giggle, looking at Dean in the mirror. 

He smiles, then I drift off to sleep, praying for no nightmares.

(A/N): Dean's birthday is tomorrow!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANDSOME!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!! 😘😘💋💋🎂🎁🎈🎇🎆