Hayden & Dean (The Sequel) - A Tethered Love

Chapter 13: The Good Witch

"What's up babe?" He asks picking up the phone.

I hesitate for a moment but know I need to tell him "I sort of already made contact" I say.

"What?" He demands back! "How?" He asks, basically yelling into the phone.

I sigh as I open the door to my room "she was getting out of the elevator and I just followed her to the bar. I was so caught up and she ended up buying me a drink!" I tell him what happened. "Look I'm sorry, it all happened so quickly" I apologize to him.

I feel exhausted now that I'm in the room and sit on the bed, letting myself fall into it and hit the pillow "Hayden. That wasn't part of the plan" he sighs clearly aggravated.

"Dean, I'm tired" I yawn into the phone. He doesn't respond "Dean" I say now lower, too tired to keep my eyes open.

The phone drops by my ear and I hear him yelling into the phone for me "Hayden?! Hayden!? Answer me!" I try to open my mouth but I can't, too paralyzed with exhaustion. The door to my room opens with a key and the red headed women from the bar waltz' in like she's floating on air. "Sammy! Turn around! Hayden, hang on!" I hear Dean yelling through the phone.

"Dean Winchester.. I've been expecting a visit from you" the women grabs the phone from off the bed and speaks into it. She laughs coyly at whatever Dean said to her before responding "I was shocked coming here to find out my son, Fergus, was the king of hell. That boy was nothing but a menace and I'm still not rid of him." She says with an exasperated sigh "you can have your darling wife back for a trade. The king for your queen"

I try again to yell out him, to not take the deal and to do what we came here for but I'm still frozen in time. "And if I see one Winchester step foot into this building, i'll cut out her tongue" she smiles before smashing the phone against the wall. "Hayden, deary, you made this all to easy for me." She sits down next to me before my eyes are too heavy and I daze off to sleep.

When I come to I'm still in the hotel room I booked. My eyes flutter around quickly for a glimpse of who I'm dealing with. I don't see anyway and take this chance to sit up. I expect to be bound at the hands but I'm free to get up. I stand up quickly to leave the room but when I open the door a large man is blocking my way out "excuse me" I say trying to push past him but he just grunts and pushes me back into the room with a heavy shove. I stumble backwards, tripping over my luggage and falling hard on my right arm "ahhhh owe" I cry out from the pain. I heard something crack as I landed on it and know it's at least fractured if not broken.

"Damn it" the large man says stepping into the room. He grabs a cell phone out of his pocket and dials a number quickly "there's been an accident" he says into the phone. He nods his head twice before responding "she was trying to leave.. No. No. Yes, I understand mam" he says before signing and slipping the phone back into his pockets. "Come on, get up!" He grabs the hurt arm to pull me up.

"Owe! Let go of me!" I scream out. The pain shooting through my arm and pulsating throughout my body. I try to keep the tears from falling the he's still jerking my arm. We get into the hallway and the elevator door pings as he heads towards it. He lets go of my arm and puts himself right up to next to me. I feel the barrel of a gun at the base of my back and he whispers "try anything and you'll be paralyzed for life. Got it?" He asks just as the people leave the elevator. I nod to confirm I understood and we smile politely back at the man and women who said hello. The women eyes me, as I try to hide the tears of pain from streaming and I just smile at her again, a sympathetic one in return from her.  We get into the elevator and he presses the button for the top floor suite. He takes a key out of his pocket and turns it, shielding my view from the buttons he has to put to enter in a pass code.

"What did I tell you Marcus, keep the package secure." The accented women's voice echoes through the gigantic suite.

He pulls me forward from my other arm now "she was trying to escape, she tripped over her luggage" he replies to her.

She faces away from us, staring out a giant window with a view of the city a head "no, no" she holds up her hand. He freezes, waiting for direction. Suddenly her wrist flicks and I hear something snap before the man holding onto my arm falls to the ground in a heap. The women is then standing, turning to face me "it's so hard to find good help these days.." she waves to someone behind me and I turn to find another large buff man come over and drag the body away. "Let me see, darling" she holds out her hand. I stay frozen in spot, not wanting this women to touch me. She sighs out sarcastically "I brought you up here to fix your injury dear, if I wanted you dead, you would be." she smiles evilly. I don't giver her my arm though, and continue to stare at her with wonder. Her patience wears off and she grips my arm from my side.

"ahhh" I screech out lowly in pain when she does that.

"It's broken alright.." she runs a manicured finger over my arm "but I can heal that rather quickly" she lets go of it and walks towards the kitchen.

She begins to pull things out of a cabinet and then moves to the fridge "I don't need you to fix anything. What do you want?" I spit out to her.

She pauses, looking back to me "I want my son of course" she beams with a smile before turning back to get more stuff out of the fridge.

"For what?" I ask as she turns back with something bloody in a container, disgust crossing my face.

She opens the container, pouring it into the bowl. After it plops into it though she looks at me "tell me Hayden, what wouldn't you do for your son?" She asks.

My heart raises when she mentions Paul, the idea of her knowing about him making me manic "I'd do anything" I grit through my teeth.

"Exactly" she beams "I hate him, because if I didn't, I'd love him, but love is weakness my dear, and I'll never be weak again." she says, returning to her mixture.

"Love isn't weakness" I say back, disagreeing with her. She coifs back at me "being able to love someone is courageous." I argue further.

"How can that be courageous?" She asks without looking up, still mixing things.

"being able to do something that frightens you, that breaks you down to the core, that's courage. Loving someone more than yourself, taking on anything and everything to protect that person, no matter how hard or impossible it may seem, that's strength" I say back, understanding it now more than ever. I'd give my life to protect my son and my husband.

She pulls something out of a draw, I see a large feather as she walks from behind the counter towards the couch, gesturing for me to follow "why would I want to put someone else before myself, aye? That's selfish of them to ask." She says back. I shake my head, knowing I wouldn't be able to make this women understand. I sit down next to her and allow her to fix my arm, the pain too unbearable to sit through any further.