Loved by a Winchester

The Man Who Loves You

When I wake up the ringing in my ears is gone and I'm back in the Impala. My arm doesn't hurt. We pull up to the bar. I blink and the man is pulling me back out to the parking lot. I am still screaming for Dean. I blink again and I hear the motorcycle. I can't take it so I squeeze my eyes shut....

"Hey. It's ok calm down!" Dean says, watching me thrash around in the hospital bed. Screaming for him and for the man to let me go​.

"No! No let me go!" I say, crying and yelling. But soon the yelling turns to begging. "Please let me go! Please!"

"Clara!! Come on wake up. Hey it's ok! I am here I have you." Dean says as I finally open my eyes. He is sitting on the bed next to me holding my shoulders. I am sitting up.

"Dean?" I ask, still crying. I bury my face in his chest trying to stop sobbing.

"Hey, I am here. I got you. I promise." He whispered, trying to calm me down and not letting me out of his tight grip.

"Dean!" I mutter his name over and over again because it is all I can manage.

He held me in his arms for 20 minutes before he laid down beside me. I laid my head on his chest. I stayed like that until I fell asleep.

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The doctor let me come home after putting a cast on my broken arm. I am so tired so Dean let me sleep for awhile on the couch, my head in his lap. He never left my side, and i drifted off to sleep with him running his fingers through my hear.

We just pulled up to the bar and Dean got our drinks. He ran to the bathroom for a second placing a kiss on my forehead before he left.
A man starts talking but when I turn around, I don,t see the same person. Two teeth missing and still smells like sewer but...

I jerk up startling Dean who had drifted off to sleep sitting on the couch with me. "No, no, no, no!!" I yelled over and over at the top of my lungs.

Sam came running in, and Dean held me. " What's going on?!?" Sam asks with concern in his voice.

"No, no, no, no!!!!" I yelled again.

"Clara, what is wrong?!? You have to tell me what is wrong!" Dean says, holding me tighter.

I try to get free but he pulls me close to him. He rubs my back trying to calm me dowm. Sam walks over to me and sits on the floor next to me. I just collapse into Deans chest. All I have held in for all these years just comes flooding back. "No! It couldn't have been him. Anyone but him please!" I had to make it someone other than him.

"Who? What is his name? Who's he?!?" Dean says holding me up so he can look in my eyes.

"Daryl, he is, was an abusive boyfriend! He..." I start to cry again.

I throw my legs off the couch and run to the bathroom. Dean is on my heals. Once he get there I am throwing up, Dean walks over and holds my hair out of the way. He rubs my back trying to ease my nerves, and once i finish he offers me a damp washcloth.

We make our way to the room. Sam has disappeared, probably going to get medication. Once I am settled into bed Dean settles beside me.

"You okay? At least enough to explain a little?"Dean asks as I relax.

"Yeah. Daryl was a boyfriend from high school. He was controlling and a cheater. I would walk past him in the hall and he would have his arms around another girl. And I wasn't aloud to say anything.." I started sobbing. " If I said anything he would.."

I was cut off by him pulling me close. I didn't try to continue because it was already bringing back bad memories. Instead I just let Dean cradled me in his arms.

I stayed in his arms until I fell asleep. But this time, I didn't have the dream. I didn't even dream at all.

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Sam and Dean have been trying to get me out of the house but I don't want to. I am afraid that I will see Daryl again, and I can't.get the thought of what he will do if I see him again. Or rather if he sees me.

Dean stays by my side every day, even with my fear of Daryl, he won't leave me alone for even 15 minutes. That includes when I sleep as well. When I sleep on the couch, he sits behind me so I am sleeping on him, or he will sit in the chair reading, watching TV or just watching me. In that non stalker way.

When I sleep in the bed, he either sleeps with me while I am scooped up in his arms. He will even come and check on me every few minutes if he isn't there sleeping with me.

I keep asking myself, how did I get so lucky?. I have no idea why Sam and Dean would quit moving across the country to work a case, but I was greatful that I finally had someone who cared.

Sam left for a small salt and burn case a few hours ago, and me and Dean were laying on the couch. "Why?"

"Why what?" Dean asked, looking at me a little confused.

"We have been together for almost two months. I am still deathly afraid of seeing Daryl again, so I stay hidden in my home." I explain trying to find reasons to why he shouldn't be here right now. Why he should be across country. "I am not pretty at all. And so many other things! So, why? Why do you stay here with me?!? Why did you almost give up your life, that made you happy, to stay here with me?!?"

He just sat there, looking at me with a look of hurt and confusion, and when he didn't say anything, I did. "Dean, please say something!"

He didn't say a word so I got up and walked off.