Underground (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Thump

Thump thump thump.

You weren't sure if that was the sound of someone coming down the stairs or your heart thudding against your rib cage. Maybe it was both. You swallowed the lump that rose in your throat and turned your attention to Dean who placed his finger over his mouth and gave you a somehow comforting wink. He then leaned against the wall, hands behind his head as if this were a normal afternoon for him.

You found yourself wondering just why he seemed so at ease. You yourself were terrified. Did he not realize you were about to come face to face with your captor? Was he scared at all?

Your thoughts vanished when you saw a figure turn a corner. He was tall and he cast a shadow across the cold stone floor.

Thump thump thump.

That noise sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't tell if it was his boots or your heart. The light coming through the window caught the mans face as he moved towards you slowly. His eyes were blue, but not just blue. They were more like ice blue. It felt strange to stare straight at them. He had a pale complexion, like the china you broke when you were younger. Your mothers good china. She had been so angry and you had felt so bad. You felt yourself about to slip into a memory when suddenly you heard the thump thump thump.

You blinked and watched as the man had started towards Dean.  Your (Y/E/C) eyes flicked between the two, finally landing on the goofy almost irritating grin on Deans face.

"Finally! Some room service!" He chuckled and threw his hands up. "I'll take a burger and a glass of whiskey. And some pie if you have it!" He winked his green eye sarcastically as he adjusted his seating position so he was sitting Indian style. His tone made you flinch. What was he thinking?!

The tall man simply smirked at Dean as he crossed his arms over his wide chest. His hand shot up into his messy hair and pushed it back out of his face. "You must be the smart ass Jacob was talking about."

His voice was thick and rough, like sand paper. It made you shutter and press yourself against the wall.

"Hey now! Need for names!" Dean scoffed, winking up at the much larger man. "We're all friends here!"

"Watch it Fabio." A growl rose from the mans chest and he tossed a small plate onto the cement floor. It clattered to the floor with a deafening crack, its contents bouncing off and into the dirt. Dean frowned and raised an eyebrow, looking at the now dirt covered food with a look of disgust.

"Wow... thanks..."

The man ignored Deans remarks and slowly turned towards you. You felt your heart beat slowly accelerate and your stomach tighten. It was like the world was suddenly in slow motion. Once again the sound of boots against cement filled your ears.

thump Thump THUMP.

Clack.

You opened your eyes that you didn't remember closing to see a plate in front of you. You looked over the plates contents. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an apple.

An apple? Your eyes slowly made their way up to the man who was staring down at you, his piercing blue eyes studying you as if you were some piece in a museum. The staring contest that ensued made you more uneasy then you had ever felt.

Finally the man smirked, nodding towards the small plate as he threw you a water bottle. You clumsily caught the cold water. It's chill felt good on your scratched and bruised hands and you gripped it tight.

"Eat up." That sand paper voice made you flinch. You didn't want to look up. You knew if you did you would have to face those cold blue eyes again. However, at the same time you were curious. You felt like you were missing something. The two thought fought in your mind for what felt like an eternity before you prayed your eyes from the bottle.

The sight you were met with shook you to your core. There were no ice blue eyes. You wished that those cold eyes had met your terrified gaze but instead your (y/e/c) eyes met two black orbs of darkness. You felt nothing but fear.

The black eyed creatures smirk turned turned to an unsettling grin. He could sense your fear. That was the worst part.

With a wink that made you want to disappear into the cement wall, the man turned and walked towards the staircase. As his foot thumped against the first stair he looked back at you. An evil grin crossed his china pale face.

"You'll need your energy."

With that he disappeared up the stairs and the exchange was cut off with a bang of the door.

It took a moment for you to come back down from your shock. You were frozen to your spot on the cement floor. What was that thing? It wasn't a man. Yes you admit, it looked like a man, sounded like a man... but those eyes weren't human.

You couldn't move your eyes from where he last stood. The vision of those black pits lingered in your mind as if to constantly remind you of how hopeless your situation was.

"(Y/N)!"

You jumped. Blinking your eyes in rapid succession you jerked your gaze towards the voice. You met the sight of Dean sitting as close to you as his chains would allow. Worry was etched on his face as he waved a big hand back and forth in your field of sight. You cleared your throat, realizing just how dry your throat really was.

"Uh.. yeah..." Your voice was all but a whisper as you brought your attention to your water bottle.

"You alright?" Deans voice sounded distant as you tipped the cold liquid into your mouth. The cold was enough to soothe your throat but not enough to calm your nerves. You felt a few droplets splash onto your legs. We're your hands shaking?

"No." You coughed. Setting the bottle down. You jerked your gaze back at Dean. So many emotions crossed your face at once, you were sure he could read you like a book.

You felt confused. Confused about what was going on and what that thing was. You felt scared. Scared of what would happen to you.You felt sad. Sad because it seemed that all hope was gone.

"Hey hey... (Y/N), look at me." Dean held out a hand as if you were a startled horse. His voice was so gentle and soothing. You found yourself looking into his eyes. You loved his eyes. They reminded you of your fathers in the way that they sparkled... even in the dim basement light. Yet there was something else about them. They seemed to hold experience and loss, like he knew more about life than even the wisest old man. And their deep green color.... They reminded you of a meadow. Soft and warm and inviting.

"It's okay. I'm right here."

You felt your breathing slow in time with your heartbeat. It was the best feeling you had ever know. You heaved a sigh of exhaustion and leaned your head against the wall. You stared at the ceiling waiting for Dean to speak up but there was silence.

You appreciated that. No matter how his voice soothed you, the silence was more than welcome.