Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Thirty-Four

i looked at Jim as his eyes looking into mine, searching them.

"Jim, what are you doing. you know I'm pregnant." i said. i made a face.

"yes, i know." he glanced at my belly then back at my face. "but a pretty girl like you shouldn't have been ditched after being pregnant."

"wait, what?" i asked, confused as hell.

"the father. he left you didn't he?" he looked at me, his eyebrows knit together.

"no." i drag out the o. "I'm marrying the father."

"well, i don't care. i still won't give you up." he said, looking at me.

"what the fuck, Jim!" i exclaim. his hand wrapped around mine and i ripped it from his grasp, backing away. he advanced on me, lust in his eyes. i turned and ran for the bathroom. i locked the door right as he slammed his body into it.

"Sara, open this door!" he said, banging on it. i pulled my phone out of my pocket and found Dean's number. i hit dial.

"hey, what's up?" he answered after four rings.

"Jim, he's gone nuts!" i said.

"wait, what do you mean?"

"i mean, i locked myself in the bathroom trying to get away from him. he's making moves on me!"

"fuck." i heard his low curse. "i'll be right there. Carl, i'll be right back!" i heard him running to the car and the impala start. i heard it driving and i sighed in relief.

"Sara, you're going to want me, even if i have to make you!" Jim yelled through the door. fuck.

"did you hear that?" i whispered into the phone.

"yes." Dean replied. i heard the impala's motor excel as he drove faster. "call the cops."

"ok." i hung up and dialed 911.

"Sara, open this door right now!"

"911, what's your emergency?" the dispatcher answered.

"my boss is trying to rape me." i whispered.

"ok miss, where are you and what's the situation like?"

"I'm on saint boulevard and I've locked myself in the bathroom. i called my fiancé and he's on his way too."

"ok miss, where do you work?"

"Jim's tattoo shop."

"ok, I've sent a police man to help you. I'm going to stay on the line with you, ok?"

"ok." Jim banged on the door yelling how he would hurt me if i didn't open the door.

some shit day this started out to be. i heard the sirens in the distance getting closer and i sighed, impatient. i looked around the room, tears standing in my eyes as i waiting anxiously. then i heard a click and i froze. i turned to see Jim standing in the open door, triumph in his eyes. then he saw the phone pressed against my ear and heard the sirens. he put two and two together.

he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"you're going to regret that." he growled. he lunged at me and i screamed, ducking under him and running out to the main room. i saw the police running across the street through the display window and everything slowed down into slow motion.

Dean jumped out of his impala, running behind the cops and i ran for the door. but before i, the cops, or Dean could get to the door, Jim's arm snaked around me, grabbing my neck and hauling me to a stop. he pressed me against his chest and pulled me to the back of the shop. i started fighting him. he held on tight. i elbowed him in the gut and he grunted but didn't let go. then i felt cool metal press against my temple and i froze, my eyes widened and my heart racing with adrenaline. the cops stepped into the shop and so did Dean. the cops narrowed their eyes in assessment, but Dean's eye narrowed in fury.

"i will shoot her." Jim stated.

"ya, no shit Sherlock. otherwise we'd all be drinking tea and chatting." i growled, sarcasm dripping off my tongue. Jim flicked my head.

"sir, just think about this." one of the cops said, holding out her hands in a calming gesture.

"oh i have. for almost two weeks i have." he said.

"dumbass bitch." i muttered. Jim flicked me again.

"next time, I'm going to slap you." he said. i looked at Dean in determination. i mouthed gun? and he nodded, reaching behind him to his waistband.

"Jim, you're a stupid, sick son of a bitch." i insulted him. he let go of my neck to slap me, but i took the opportunity to elbow his rips as hard as i could, making him groan in pain as i dove to the floor. Dean pulled out his gun and shot Jim in the shoulder, making Jim drop his gun and hold his shoulder, staring at it in confusion. i scrambled up and ran to Dean, who held out his arm to me. i held his hand and cowered behind him. he hand his arm holding the gun still outstretched and his other hand holding mine behind him.

the cops ran over to Jim and put him in handcuffs, ignoring his protests and groans of pain.

"you have the right to remain silent. anything you say, can and will be used against you." one of them said as they led him to the car. then they came back and looked at Dean, a serious expression on their faces.

"sir, do you have a license to conceal your weapon?"

"yes." Dean replied.

"can i see it?" he asked.

"ya, sure. it's in my car." the cop nodded and followed him to the impala. i looked at the other cop and she looked at me.

"i suppose this place will be closed down." she said, looking around. "and it's such a shame too. i was thinking about getting a tattoo."

"maybe i can run it." i said. she looked at me.

"that would be really cool." she smiled at me, then turned to go to the squad car. i walked over to my desk and opened my mason jar, taking a swig from it, the sweet tea flooding my mouth. i laid down in the chair and sighed, closing my eyes. i rested my hands on my belly and just laid there, staring at the ceiling.