The Father of My Twins (Dean Winchester Love Story)

Chapter 11

Vanessa's POV

I took a deep breath and typed in Dean's number. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I whispered to myself, raising the phone to my ear. Ring..Ring.. Dammit, pick up! I thought as I waited for someone to answer. "Hello?" Sam's groggy voice made me smile in relief.

"Hey Sam," I said quietly. "Vanessa?" His voice lit up in suprise. "Yeah," I replied laughing. It was better than talking to Dean, and I was glad that it was Sam. "Uh, sorry, do you want to talk to Dean?" He asked me gingerly. "No! No no no no. " I said quickly.

Sam laughed in realization. "I'm so sorry for what we did," He started, and I cut him off. "Dude, chill. It's all good," I smirked, completeley over it. Or maybe 3/4.. I shook the thought out of my head. "Oh. Well, I hope you get home safe. Have you heard about Dean or Deanna?"

I sighed. Leave it to Sam to change the subject. "I don't know, Sam. But, um, I have to go.." I trailed off quietly. "Yeah, bye." I hung up and laughed. Sam was so.. innocent.

[Little] Dean's POV

"Deanna, don't do it!" I said through gritted teeth. The black eyed man snapped his head toward me and my body instantly felt like it was on fire. I bit my cheek and tried to restrain from crying out. "You.. have..to.." I choked out, gasping for air.

Deanna gave me a horrified look and raised her hands to her mouth. I knew right then that I must look pretty bad. The burning subsided and the man looked back to her. My vision was blurry since I'd gotten into that God forsaken place and I had never got a good look at him. I still couldn't see him; he was like a shadow in the faded light.

The only thing I saw about him was his eyes. They were black, glowing slightly red like coals. Like the deepest, darkest abyss of Hell. They burned into me every time I said something and I figured that by now I was covered in 3rd degree burns. No white could be seen in those eyes, no shine, no reflection, no feelings.

Just darkness.

"Deanna," His demonic voice rasped through the silence. "Don't you dare say her name," I snapped at him, glaring at the dark figure. I started burning again, and couldn't speak. This had become a frequent thing in the past few weeks.

"You have a choice. I will spare your brother if you come with me," He said, just as he did every terrifying day in this toture chamber. The fire grew worse as I waited for her to say the same answer she gave him when he asked. No.

Deanna gave me a look of love and pity, her hazle eyes giving the illusion of candlelight as she glanced at my burning clothing. "Yes," I gasped, all pain gone. "NO! NO! Deanna, say NO!" I yelled at her, struggling against the ropes that held me to a chair.

"Yes," She said again, turning to the demon. "I will." They both disappeared in a mass of black smoke.

Vanessa's POV

I had been on that wretched train for 5 hours, and I was relieved to get off of it. I stretched my legs and arms and rubbed my temples. "I hate trains so much." I stated to no one in general, just recieving a few odd looks from the people walking around me.

I smiled at them and got more strange looks. They all left in a hurry, and I rolled my eyes. Whatever.

I walked swiftly through the crowd of people, glancing around like a physco to see if anyone was following me. Finally content with the fact that men just like to look at me strangely. I shrugged it off and tried to ignore their stares.

I stopped at a large road that was full of cars. "Ughh," I moaned, getting a few more strange looks. I stared intently at the road in front of me, trying to see where I could get through.

That's when I saw it. A black 1967 Chevy Impala, beautiful. And complete with two people, one freakishly tall and the other insanley handsome. "Oh. My. Gosh." My jaw dropped and I stared for a full on minute before I realized.

"Dean! Sam!" I ran across the busy highway, dodging cars and jumping over ditches. They were parked right next to a motel, and were getting out. They hadn't heard me. I sprinted the last few yards and threw myself at Sam, enveloping him in a hug.

"What the?!" He looked at me in shock, and Dean had a matching look. I pulled away and handed Sam his phone. "Andy called." I said simply, like we had all been together this whole time. He looked down at the phone in his hand. "Thanks?" He said.

I smiled at him, then looked at Dean. He had an angry look on his beautiful features and it made me frown. "You shouldn't be here," he said menacingly. I glared at him, and replied in an identical tone, "I can be anywhere I want."

Sam reached for my shoulder and I shook him off, advancing towards Dean. "Besides, you can't make me go back." I said cockily. "Wanna bet?" He snarled, and Sam watched quietly with an Oh-crap look on his face.

"I can make my own choices, thank you very much!" I yelled, raising my hands to his chest and trying to shove him. Dean grabbed my wrists with one hand and smirked. I gave him a disgusted look and struggled to get out of his grip.

"Let me go!" I demanded angrily. He shook his head. "I like this better," he replied. I kicked and shoved and did everything in my power to get away, but my effort were useless. "I'm not letting you go until you learn your lesson." He said calmly.

"I don't need to learn a lesson." I spat at him. He laughed and I scowled. "Go ahead, keep me here all day. Then you can't go hook up with some random bitch." I wrinkled my nose at him, and he grinned sexily.

I lowered my eyes to avoid being hypnotized by those hazle eyes. Besides, if Dean looked at MY eyes, he'd see the lust behind them. No matter how good a liar I was, no matter how good I was at hiding my emotions, he always saw through it.

I finally gave in and met his eyes, only to have his free hand tilt my chin up. Oh God no.. My brain screamed at me, but my body rebelled. I met those eyes and they met mine. I felt my face lean forward and I stood on my tiptoes.

My hands-which had been still trying ot shove him- took his grey shirt in fists, pulling him towards me. I had absolutley no control, but I also had all the control in the world. I couldn't ignore the tingles when we touched, couldn't ignore the need to hear his voice.

A single word of restraint came from my lips. "No," I whispered, barley breathing. "Yes," He said, and his lips gently brushed mine. Just that; a brush. He pulled away and left me confused and still standing on my tiptoes. "Dammit!" I yelled, but not at him.

I was yelling at myself for being such a horomonal whore.