The Good Life (Book 11, The Life Series, Supernatural)

Mamma Mia

I seemed to be in an expensive hotel room with Dean, lying under the covers on the bed, sighing, content. "Wow." I looked at Dean, smiling. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Dean told her. "For once, I actually got to save you. And you're always the one that's saving me."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well... I'm not used to being the damsel in distress."

"But you're saying that I am?" Dean asked in amusement.

I smiled, laughing quietly, shaking my head. "I didn't say that."

"I still don't know how I got a genius, gorgeous woman like you as my wife," Dean told me.

"Well, you know what they say," I told him. "Opposites attract. You're smoldering, but not so much in the genius area."

Dean chuckled, rolling closer to kiss me. "Easy." He turned serious. "Just a few questions."

"About?" I asked.

"Why they took you," Dean answered. "What did they ask you?"

I was confused.

***********

We were lying down, drinking wine.

"Hmm," Dean told me. "So they wanted to know everything about American hunters?"

"Yeah," I answered. "Uh, yeah, they did. Tortured the hell out of me to get answers, but I wouldn't say anything."

Dean smiled. "That's my girl."

I chuckled. "I don't know why they want hunters to work for them. They're tools. They kill. They don't think." I placed the wine aside. "We're not just gonna talk all night, right?"

Dean braced himself over me. I smiled, sliding back into the bed.

***********

We were lying down.

I was lying my head on his chest.

"It's just surprising that for all our efforts, ours and all the hunters, monsters remain rampant in this country," Dean told me.

I sighed. "Yeah. We just, uh... we just have to keep plugging away, I guess."

"Do you ever think, and don't take this the wrong way, that some of the hunters may have been compromised?" Dean asked. "Or bought?"

I looked at him in confusion. "I mean... No. I--I don't, um..."

I looked around, knowing that Dean wasn't acting like himself and wondering how I got here, because I didn't remember being saved. 

"Is everything all right?" Dean asked. I remembered all of the torture. "Is everything okay?" I sat up, looking at Dean in confusion. "Is everything all right?"

I knew that this wasn't real, trying to pull out of the hallucination. "I shouldn't--I shouldn't be talking to you."

I woke up in reality, chained to my chair.

Toni was sitting nearby. "You'll have to admit, it was a good try."

I glared at her. "What did you do to me?"

"An hallucination created by potion and powerful spell work," Toni answered. I sighed, looking away. "Sadly, I can't do the spell again. Your brain would liquefy, which we don't want. Yet. So..." Toni stood, turning to the torture tools on the table. "I'll have to resort to less... pleasant methods." She picked up a knife and a wrench, looking them over, putting the wrench down, walking toward me with the knife. "Enhanced interrogation was never part of my job description." She ran the knife over my neck. "But as it turns out... I'm a quick study."