Dance With Me {Dean Winchester X Reader}

21

You groaned as you came to, slowly opening your eyes. It took a few blinks to clear your vision, then you looked at your surroundings. Your hands were tied up above your head, and your ankles were chained up. The room you were in smelled musty, and all the windows were boarded up. You started panicking, you needed to get out of here. You needed to protect your baby.

"There's no point in trying, you're not getting out." Came a voice. You turned your head, trying to pinpoint the person who spoke. Then you saw her, she came out of the shadows. She was extremely pale, with long black hair pulled up into a perfect bun. She had blood red lips, and a torn and bloody white gown. You instantly knew she was a ghost by her shimmering figure.

"What do you want?" You asked, trying not to show fear in your voice. She smiled and walked over to you. Her hand felt like ice as it caressed your cheek, and you jerked away.

"I am going to give you the same fate I got. I was with child, when one night the father killed me in my sleep and took all of our belongings." She explained, spinning away from you.

"Damn it." You muttered, trying to get your wrists out of the rope. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Knowing it was out of your reach, you ignored it. The ghost picked up a wicked looking blade, inspecting it.

"Yes, this will do." She said to herself, before turning to you. "I know you think your man will come for you, but he doesn't care. I promise you." She added.

"That may have been how your man was, but I know that the father of this child inside me loves me. He does." You said, and then doubt crept in. What if he didn't? What if he only kept you around because he felt pity?

"You are young, and naive. I know what men feel, I have witnessed it for decades." She spat, pressing the knife against your ribcage.

"Please, don't do this. I'll do anything." You pleaded, swallowing the pride you usually had.

"Anything?" She asked. You nodded. "Alright, if you become my servant I shall let you and your child live. You must do everything I say. Do you accept?" She asked.

~Dean's POV~

"Why the hell isn't she answering?" I asked, texting Y/n for the third time. Sam walked over to me.

"She probably isn't very happy with you right now." Sam said, patting me on the back. I nodded and slipped the phone back into my pocket.

"So, I'm pretty sure I know what this is." Sam explained, typing something into his laptop. I walked over and looked at the screen over his shoulder.

"Her name was Jessamine Kingsley. She was pregnant, when the father of the child killed her in her sleep and took all her belongings." Sam said.

"What a douche." I muttered, sitting down.

"So, vengeful spirit going after pregnant women and then they're found dead." I said, then my eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my God. Oh my God!" I exclaimed, shooting up and going to get the thing I would need.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked, panicked.

"The ghost has y/n! I knew I shouldn't have let her go. I'm so stupid." I exclaimed, zipping up the bag and grabbing my car keys.

"Dean! Wait up!" Sam called, grabbing his jacket and running after me.

~Your POV~

"What is your choice? Death or being my servant?" The ghost asked, the knife still painfully pressed against your chest.

"I'll be your servant. Please, just get me out of these ropes." You pleaded, and with a flick of her wrist you fell to the floor, untied.

"Now, my first order of business. You must kill the father of your child." She said. You grabbed one of the chains, and swung it at her. She disappeared, curtosy of the iron. You grabbed the other chain and ran. You threw open the door and ran out into the woods. Not looking where you were going, you started running. You needed to get back to some kind of civilization. Suddenly, the ghost was in front of you.

"You thought you could get away? Stupid, stupid girl." She said. She reached her hand into your chest, and you felt a cold hand grasp your heart. And then she squeezed.

~Dean's POV~

I sped to the graveyard, terrified that I would be too late. We ran in, searching for the grave.

"Dean! Over here!" Sam called, and I threw him a shovel before starting to dig. It took longer than I wanted, but we finally got to the coffin.

"Hurry. Open it." I demanded, getting the stuff to burn the body. Sam pulled it open, and there laid the skeleton. I put salt on the body before throwing the lighter in, and the body went up in flames.

~Your POV~

You cried out as she squeezed once again, and fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Please...stop..." You wheezed out, but the ghost only laughed. She squeezed harder and you started sobbing. Suddenly, she removed her hand and stumbled back. You gasped and fell to the ground.

"No. No!" She yelled, before she went up in flames and disappeared. A few moments later, your phone went off. You used all your energy to answer Dean's call.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you?" Dean asked. Despite the pain, you smiled.

"Dean... love.. you.. I'm... sorry." You replied, before going into a coughing fit.

"Hey hey hey. There's nothing to apologize for, just tell me where you are." Dean replied.

"Forest... cabin." You rasped, your breaths rattling. And with that, you dropped the phone and closed your eyes.

~Dean's POV~

"Y/n? Y/n, you there?" I asked. There was nothing but silence on the other end.

"Damn it!" I yelled, throwing the phone.

"Don't worry Dean, we'll find her." Sam promised. But I wasn't so sure.