Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Nine

Jake turned back to me, shifting his hold on the hunting knife.

"don't you touch her!" Dean yelled. when he saw Sam get hit with the wrench, he was concerned but he also knew that Sam could take it. me? he was genuinely pissed at the thought that Jake would touch me, let alone cut me. Jake ignored him and continued to advance on me. i glared at him.

"got something to say, sugar?" Jake asked, noticing my glare.

"don't you dare call her sugar you sadistic bastard!" Dean threw out the words like knives.

"shut up already, Dean!" Jake rolled his eyes. "so? got anything to say before i slice into that beautiful tan skin of yours?" he asked again.

"all i have to say is, you are a sick son of a bitch who doesn't deserve to know happiness. you don't deserve to live, and if i ever get out of this, i will personally fuck. you. up. in the same way you did to Dean. the same way you did to Sam. the same way you did to me. you won't even know the meaning of comfort and you will die." i say it all confidently, pausing to take a breathe. "you will die by my hand. you will never see the light of day. i will infect you to be a vampire, and then, finally, i will slowly cut of your head. making sure you can feel every single. word. that your dear sister says as the light in your eyes fade, and dies."

out of the corner of my eye, i see Sam's mouth drop open and Dean's smile. i keep my eyes locked on Jake's face to see the fear, then the smug smirk appear on his pale, chapped lips.

"you think you're so strong? you think you can escape this? Sam and Dean can't even escape this. how can you possibly do it?" he leans down with his hand that holds the knife, outstretched. i glance over to meet Dean's eyes and i see his fear for me. his fear for Sam. and his need to escape.

i feel a deep pain on my belly. i look down to see that he had opened my-well Dean's, shirt just enough to reveal my almost flat belly. i did have fat on it sure. but it wasn't the kind of fat that was unhealthy and gross. some people had that fat genetically, and those people i don't blame for having it. but the people who don't care enough to go out and do something accept sit on their ass- how did i start thinking about this?

the knife reached my belly and instead of cutting me open, he pressed just enough to draw blood and leave a scar. starting from my rib cage, going down to make a triangle around my bellybutton. i screamed as the fiery pain started in that one spot then spread all over my torso, making it feel like i was on fire. Dean's eyes widened and his mouth set into a thin line of anger and he watched the blood drip down my torso and onto my lap. i know i should be concerned that they could all see my downstairs, but all i could feel was the pain in my belly. and to my surprise, they didn't really care that they could see my crotch. they ignored it and looked at the cut instead. he then cut into my thigh. it screamed even louder as he cut deeper, making the skin flop apart from the other side of the cut. like two enemies avoiding each other. even after he lifted the knife from my leg, it was deep enough that i continued to scream. Jake looked at me in amusement as i started to sweat. he turned and wiped off the knife with a rag after i quit screaming and started gasping for air instead. he put the knife down and turned back to look at Dean.

"well. I'm sorry to say that i have to go. i do have a job to do, and that would be cutting logs for the fire." he sighed sarcastically.

"what fire." Sam asked suspiciously. Jake's eyes flicked to Sam.

"why the fire to burn little Sara alive. don't cha know?" he said, his eyes wide in mock shock. we all gasped as he walked away towards the door laughing.  the door banged shut and we all heard a rattle as he locked it. we heard him walking down the hallway. as soon as we couldn't hear him anymore, Sam looked at me.

"are you ok?" he asked, knowing the answer. Even though i wanted to say no, i nodded, still sweating and breathing heavily. i glanced at Dean to find him scooting his chair as fast as he could to the table with knives. the sweat was starting to make my hair stick to my face and it was obnoxious. Dean reached up with his mouth and grabbed one of the knives. which coincidently, was the hunting knife. he shifted the knife from his mouth to his hand and started the get the rope around his wrist undone.

"Sara? Sara look at me." i glanced over at Sam. my eyelids were getting heavy and all i wanted was to sleep off all of this pain. "don't go to sleep. ok Sara?" i nodded weakly and forced my eyes to stay open, watching Dean cut the ropes. he snapped the rope and removed his hand from it. he cut the other wrist rope, and then his ankle's ropes. then he stood up to untie Sam, who grabbed a cleaver from the table and walked over to the door, listening. Dean came over and placed his hands on my face, inspecting my injuries which were much worse than both Sam and Dean together.

"son of a bitch." Dean muttered and then pulled at the ropes with the knife, untying me. i couldn't do much other than flop forward, too weak to do anything. he held me to him, putting my head on his shoulder, carefully hugging me. i wish i could hug him back, but my arms are so heavy. Dean pushed me back and buttoned up my shirt. well, his shirt. after he had buttoned up my shirt, he put his left arm under my knees, and his right under my shoulders, carrying me bridal style. i put my left arm around his arm and put my other arm on my chest, away from the fresh cuts. i rested my head on his shoulder as he walked over to where Sam was, huddled behind the door. we stayed there, for about five minutes, before we heard footsteps and whistling. Sam stood at the ready.

"Sam?" he looked at me. "don't kill him. i want to do that." my voice took on a dark tone and his eyes widened and almost flinched. he just nodded. i put my head back on Dean's shoulder. the door opened. my heart thundered in my chest like a heard of horses running free.

"I'm ba-ack!" he sang out. Sam jumped on him, using the handle of the cleaver to knock him out. Sam then dragged him back to the chairs, stripping him to his underwear, and tying him up to the extreme. Sam weighted the chair to the floor and we all knew he was going nowhere. Dean strode down the hallway, glancing at me every few steps.

"don't fall asleep."

"keep your eyes on me."

"don't give up on me dammit." these were all things he said, and repeated as we walked down the hallway. we got to the impala and he laid me down across the front seat with my head in his lap.

"what about Sam?" i asked, almost whispering.

"he's staying to keep and eye on Jake." he said. he started the impala, and shifted into first gear, starting away, but quickly shifting into second. i kept my eyes on his, just like i was told, and could feel it every time he shifted, until he was in fifth gear. we drove in silence, me staring at his face, memorizing his jaw structure, his beautiful hazel eyes that were sometimes more green, his nose.... his lips. we drove on until we reached the hospital. then he parked the impala and carried me in.