Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Seven

The man got closer.

"No," i whispered.

"What? I think you'd better speak louder so Dean can hear you." He grinned. This guy was phyco! He frowned when i didn't repeat myself.

"You better say it sugar or I'm gonna have to spank you." I glared at him, my face on fire.

"Go to hell." I said. He straightened up at that comment.

"Now, now, sara. You need to watch your language." He backhanded me, splitting open the cut and sending my entire face back into a lava pit of pain.
I screamed, then whimpered.

"Now that's better." He smiled. "Hear that Dean? She's in pain." He came towards me again, holding the hunting knife. I eyed it.

"No. No not again." He just kept coming. "I SAID NO GOD DAMMIT!" That earned me another backhand. I groaned and flopped my head forward so my hair covered my face. He came up and grabbed a fistful of it and yanked my head up, sending shooting pain through my skull.

"Don't you dare touch her dammit! You fucker don't touch her! Do you hear me?!" Dean yelled over the phone. The man went over and snatched up the phone, keeping it on speaker.

"You mean like you didn't touch my sister?" He looked deadly now. Swinging the knife through the air.

"Jake, you know i didn't have a choice. There was no cure!" So his name was Jake. What an evil name.

"Wrong!" He yelled, pointing the knife at me. "You had a choice. You could havd left me on my own to do it, but you got impatient and killed her." He walked towards me.

"Just like I'm going to kill little Sara."

"No you bastard leave her alone! She had nothing to do with it!" Dean yelled.

"Ok Dean. I'll give you a chance to save her. Here's a clue: the flower has died, but where is she? The lab continues, where could that be? Use this clue to find where i am. I will kill her in two hours. Do you understand me?" There was a pause over the phone.

"Yes. I understand." Dean said quietly, his deep voice cracking.

"Good. Come and get her then." Jake smiled and hung up. He walked over to a timer. He set it for two hours.

"two hours..." he grinned and looked at me. He advanced with the knife once more. To say that I've never feared for my life would be a lie. I've almost been trampled by a herd of cows. I've also almost been shot. But this time the threat was so much bigger, because i couldn't do anything about it. Dean, please find me. I prayed.

"I told him i wouldn't kill you until the two hours were up. I never said i wouldn't hurt you." He stood right in front of me, pressing his fingertip to the tip of the blade. He looked at me, sick kind of amusement in his eyes. He came towards me and pressed the blade into the bare flesh of my thigh, avoiding the arteries. I screamed.
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Dean's POV

Dean thought. The flower died.. what flower? Lilac! A lilac is a flower. Ok so it has something to do with Lilac. The lab continues. Sam was pacing back and forth thinking too. Dean was sitting on the bed. They have been thinking for half an hour. They only had and hour and a half left. Suddenly, Sam stopped pacing, looking up at Dean while smiling.

"Don't give me that look. Unless you've figured it out, shut your pie-hole." Dean said sharply.

"That's it Dean! I know where she is!" Sam said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, dammit tell me!" Dean stood up, grabbing his jacket and keys.

"He's at the warehouse you killed Lilac at."

"Sammy, i could kiss you." Dean said. They walked out into the rain and got in the impala.

"I hope for both our sakes, you don't mean that literally." Sam looked over at him grinning.
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My POV

It's been about forty-five minutes and mo sign of Dean. Through the time, Jake had come back to slice my skin and flesh just for kicks every ten minutes. He had cut my arm, my leg, my hand, and my chest. He cut my chest just right so it was right on the start of my boob, but not quite on it. And he cut deep enough to leave a very nasty scar. He was coming back in in five minutes and he had told me he's going to cut my belly next. Right below my ribs. That's going to hurt. So Dean had better get here soon. My whole body was already on fire and i barely had the strength to look at Jake when he came in the room. I didn't even have the strength to scream when he cut me. Suddenly there was a bang. A pistol i think. Hopefully it was Dean. The door opened, and a figure stepped in, flipping on the light switch.

"No!" Dean's voice exclaimed. But it could've easily been my imagination. I was so weak from the fire shooting through my arms and legs. I knew that if i ever got out of here, i would have cuts and bruises along my wrists and ankles. Jake had tied these things so damn tight. Suddenly, someone was there, crouching in front of me. They reached out to touch my face and i whimpered, slightly moving my face away when they brushed my cheek. Then the ropes were being cut and i could feel the blood rushing back into my hands and feet. It tingled at first but then it definitely hurt.

"It's ok. You're ok, Sara." I heard Dean's voice again and i couldn't help but hope, that it was really Dean, and not my imagination or a dream.

"She's lost a lot of blood." Sam's voice sighed. I opened my eyes and tilted my head, using a lot of my energy. I saw Dean's face merely a foot away from mine. I smiled.

"What is that grin for?" Dean snapped.
"I'm not even sure if you're real right now. You could be my damned imagination for all i know." I grinned again. "That bastard took away my energy to barely move, let alone know what to think."

"We need to get her to a hospital Dean." Sam said. I giggled. Dean gave me a sharp look.

"Right," Dean started towards me. "Cover me, I'll carry her." He bent to pick me up, grabbing under my knees and shoulders. I hissed as several of my cuts reopened from the movement. But i was already covered in blood. So what was a little more? I rested my head on Dean's shoulder, so i could see in front of us. Sam was at the door, gun in hand, scanning the hallway. When he grunted an 'ok' Dean ran out, turning towards the right. I could feel Dean's muscles flexing under me every time he took a step. He ran through a large room that had a lot of lab equipment in it. Dean kicked open a big metal door and stepped out into the sun. I flinched from the sudden brightness and then my eyes adjusted. There, standing in the gravel in front of the impala, was Jake, a bullet wound in his leg.