Boy in the impala.

Chapter 5

Maisey

"Maisey, wake up." A sweet-sounding voice mumbles.

"Mmmmm, Dean go to sleep..." I mumble. But soon realize that it's not him. I've been locked in this room, Castiel took me away. I miss Blake, Sammy, and Dean...

"The Winchesters aren't here to help you, sweet-cheeks." The voice growls.

"Why... why would you do this?!" I say, turning over and seeing my brother Samandriel.

"Keep your voice down, I'm helping you." He hisses, untying the knots around my feet and hands. Tears fall down my cheeks, and he wipes them away.

"I want Dean..." I mumble, tears still falling.

"I know, but we've gotta go right now, come on." He whispers, picking me up and teleporting to the bunker. I walk up to the door, shakily knocking.

"It's too fucking early for this shit. What do you-" Dean starts to say with anger, but stops as he sees my thin frame and tear stained cheeks.

"Dean..." I whisper. He pulls me to him, holding me close. 

"Samandriel, I swear to God if this was-" Dean starts.

"It was Cas." He says.

"Thank you for bringing my baby back." Dean whispers. My brother leaves and Dean carries me inside, kissing me 

"Maisey, it's been months... I missed you so much." He whispers. Blake runs downstairs.

"Maisey!" He yells, hugging me and spinning me around.

"Hey Blake." I mumble. He sets me down and I walk back to Dean, wanting to be in the safety of his strong but gentle arms. He takes me upstairs, walking into his bedroom with me in his arms.

"Maisey, Maisey I'm here." He whispers as tears fall down my cheeks. I sniffle, holding onto him.

"Dean, he hasn't fed me more than once a day, skipping sometimes." I whimper, lifting up my shirt. He holds me tight, kissing my forehead and then my lips. I melt against him, missing the feeling of his soft lips on mine.

"I'll order you some pizza, if you'd like. I'm just glad to have you back in my arms." He whispers. I whimper and kiss him, holding his cheek. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

"I love you, Dean. I never want to leave you." I whimper. He rocks me gently, his fingers in my hair.

"Shhh, I love you too princess." He says.

"Where's Sammy?" I ask. He smiles softly, nuzzling my cheek.

"At school. Do you want to rest, eat, shower, anything?" He asks me.

"A shower would be nice..." I mumble. He nods, carrying my body to it and setting me on the counter. Before he can walk away, I pull him close, kissing him. God... I missed his lips so much...

"I love you, baby." He whispers, kissing me harder. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tears falling down both of our cheeks. He pulls me closer, rubbing my back.

"I love you too, Dean." I whisper back. He pulls away and he starts up the shower, undressing me. I look down at my thin body, biting my lip.

"I'll help you, princess. I promise." Dean whispers. I hug him, breathing in his sweet scent that I've missed so much.

"Thank you..." I mumbles. Gently, kisses me with his chapped lips, holding my chin.

"God I missed your lips." He grumbles. He strips down himself and lifts me up, stepping into the shower and kissing my cheek.

"Dean, I love you so much. Promise that you'll keep me safe?" I ask. He nods, setting me down and grabbing my favorite body wash. He begins to wash me, even shaving my legs and under arms for me.

"Dean, you don't have to." I blush. He smiled and kisses my cheek, grabbing the shampoo.

"I want to, babygirl. I'm treating you like a queen today." He tells me. I kiss him softly, nuzzling into his neck. He lifts my head back up, turning me around and gently massaging the soap into my hair. I smile softly, him humming an AC/DC song to calm me.

"Dean, I love you so much." I whisper. He rinses the soap out and kisses me.

"I love you too, babygirl." He mumbles. I grab his shampoo, giggling and washing his hair.

"Sorry, couldn't resist!" I say with a giggle.

"I don't care, I've missed you so damn much. Your sparkling eyes, your strawberry scented hair, your sweet vanilla perfume, you amazing body, your intoxicating kiss, your additive smile, your contagious giggle. Everything." He says, kissing me.

"I've missed your strong arms, your candy apple green eyes, your perfect smile, that sexy laugh of yours, your protective personality, you. I've missed you. I need you." I say. He tears up, me wiping his eyes.

"You're the best." He whispers before crashing his lips onto mine. I smile and hold his cheek, kissing back. We pull away, him rubbing my back softly.

"I-it was torture there, Dean. I-I barely slept or ate, and I missed you so much. I'm gonna have problems for a while..." I whisper shakily.

"I'll help you, babygirl. I'll be there." He says, kissing my head. I look up, kissing him softly.

"Can we get out and cuddle?" I ask. He nods and steps out, turning the water off and wrapping me in a warm, fluffy towel. I smile softly and snuggle into his arms.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you too, princess." He mumbles as he dries me off. He walks to our bedroom once we've both been dried off, grabbing me a new set of clothes. I change in to the sports bra, panties, his hoodie and basketball shorts.

"Thank you, Dean." I whisper, laying on the bed. Trust me, after sleeping on a metal bed frame for months, this feels like heaven.

"You're looking comfy, there." He chuckles.

"Try sleeping on a metal sheet for moths on end." I mumble into the pillow. He chuckles and kisses my head, pulling the blanket over me.

"I've gotta pick Sammy up, sleep well." He whispers.

"Wait, dean, please stay till I fall asleep." I ask. He sighs and nods, laying down. I drift off after about half an hour, him kissing my temple.

Dean.

Shit! I'm late! I book it out and hope into baby, driving to the school. Sammy stands there, looking pissed.

"What the hell, Dean!" He yells after he gets in.

"You'll understand once we get home." I explain.

"It's been an hour!" He growls.

"Just wait." I sigh. We quickly make it back, and we walk inside.  I take him up to my room.

"Uh?" He questions.

"Just, stay quiet and go inside." I whisper. He nods and does so, smiling wide.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry I got pissed off." He whispers.

"It's okay, I had to help her sleep." I explain. He nods , leaves to go to his room, me going in our room and sitting on the bed.

"My baby girl, she's back." I whisper, kissing her forehead with a soft smile. She snuggles up to me, smiling softly. I feel her starting to shift, mumbling.

"Stop, Cas." He grumbles. I kiss her head, rubbing her back.

"I'm right here, Mae." I whisper, laying down and pulling her on top. She snuggles into my arms, snoring peacefully. I'm so glad to have my baby girl in my arms.