The interrogator never came back. I was all alone in the room. I don't know how long but I took a guess. Three days. I slept. I was exhausted. The second time I woke up I had a feeding tube in my nose. And a catheter. It was full of my pee. I waited for hours for Jackass to come back, to ask me questions. I waited and waited. I couldn't tell what time it was. I didn't know if it was day or night. There was no window in here. Only the light above me and behind the glass.
And for the last three days, I counted the seconds. I was muttering the numbers in my head. I missed a couple of numbers because I saw numbers in my head and in my vision. I was flinching every time I heard the woman's voice. My head tilted to the side as I saw the numbers suddenly turn upside down.
"Nine, eight, nineteen, fourteen, seventeen, twenty, zero, zero." I muttered.
And when I realized what I was doing, I screamed. In pain.
"Somebody! Help me!" I shouted.
My voice echoed in the room. The defeating of my voice shouting, scared me. It did really. My heart picked up and the monitor beeped fast. And then suddenly, I saw my time in hell. I was scared even more. When I looked around the room, it was on fire. I pulled on the straps as I attempted to get out of them. I was panicking.
"No. No! Get away from me!" I cried out.
Alastair was walking toward me, with a smirk on his face. I tried moving the chair but it didn't even move. It was screwed to the cold floor. I was breathing fast as tried getting away.
"Don't be afraid, Dean. You knew I was coming." He said evilly.
I shook my head. I looked down on the ground, realizing what was happening. I was hallucinating. And it wasn't real. What's real was I was in the interrogation room, strapped down on the chair. I shut my eyes tight, holding my breath. I let out a breath, panting as I opened my eyes back up. I looked up where Alastair stood. But he was gone.
I sighed in relief and let my head fall back. I closed my eyes when I saw the blinding light above me. Alastair wasn't real. He's dead. He died.
"Dean?" I heard the familiar voice.
I snapped my eyes open. I followed where the voice came from. And there, in the corner, mom stood there. I suddenly forgot how to breath when I looked at her. She was still in the gown like the last time I saw her. Her hair fell on her chest.
"Mom." I spoke.
Mom walked up to me, coming into the light. I could see the structure of her face. She was smiling, proudly at me.
"Dean. My baby boy. How you doing?" Mom asked.
"I'm good mom. What about you? Are you alright?" I asked her.
Mom nodded. She stopped in front of me. I looked up at her. I really missed her. I did. I missed the sound of her voice. Mom moved her hand and rested it on my cheek. I closed my eyes when I felt her hand touch my skin. I relaxed into her hand. I didn't want her to remove it. I wanted to melt into her touch. I wanted her hand to stay there because God, how much I missed her.
"Dean, I need you to listen to me." Mom spoke, serious.
I opened my eyes when I felt her soft touch not on my cheek. I looked up at her. Mom wasn't smiling anymore. She had a serious face. Her face was hard, like the face Sammy would make when he's concentrating. But her face, she was serious.
"Your little brother, Sam. Don't let him live when you get out of here. Kill him." Mom said.
I stared at her, confused. And then suddenly, on her stomach, blood started to form on her gown. My eyes widen in fear.
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The Interrogation (Dean.W.)
Fanfic"I woke up in a box. It was a small room. No doors, no windows, not even a glimpse of sunlight was seen in the metal box. But there was a window, but no sun. A window separated the room in two. And I was alone for days, weeks! But I was accompanied...
