Breaking Angels: A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Wanted Dead or Alive

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I know it's been a while so I'm hoping that this long chapter will make up for it. Excuse the weirdness of the indents and stuff, Wattpad's formatting is being finicky and I'm hoping it will fix itself. Let me know what you guys think of this chapter and keep the feedback coming!

xoxoxo Katy

I’m scared. I don’t know where I am. A moan of agony escapes my lips and my stomach rolls around. This is all wrong, where is Dean?

I struggle against the bonds that hold my wrists fast above my head, whimpering as the rough rope chafes against my skin; digging in and cutting. Is the monster coming back?

Soft footsteps answer my question and I struggle to turn my head towards the sound. I just want to know what’s going on.

        “Please,” I whisper, when the tattooed beast comes into view. “Not again, I can’t do that again.”

        “Shhh,” Spit flies from it’s lips as it raises its hand to my forehead. “Sleep.”

A soft blue light spreads out across its palm and across its fingers; matching the identical light in its eyes. I shake my head in fear. I don’t want it to touch me. its hand is clammy and cool against my sweaty forehead and I groan as the familiar feeling washes over me.

I’m drowning again.

Going back under

        “Poppy?” A voice whispers in the dark. I turn my head and see Dean lying next to me, his eyes heavy and sleepy. “Are you okay?”

I sit up in the dark, panting and clutching the soft blankets that surround me.

Where am I? What the hell is going on?

I shake the cobwebs out of my head and nod, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad dream.”

Just a dream. The words sound like a lie to me but I know they must be true. I’m home, in my little apartment and Dean is here. There’s no monster, no dungeon; I’m safe.

Dean sits up and slings an arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. “Wanna talk about it?”

I shake my head, tears welling up. I bury my face in his t-shirt and breathe in the familiar scent of him. You’re safe, I remind myself. You’re always safe with Dean.

        “Hey,” He whispers, pressing his lips against my temple. “I’m here.”

Right. Take a deep breath Poppy. Figure your shit out. I suck in a shaky breath and relax my shoulders; allowing myself to loosen from Dean’s embrace. For about the millionth time I am glad to have moved in with him. It was the right choice. Me and Dean fit together perfectly.

        “Do you want some water?” Dean asks as he strokes a hand over my hair.

For the first time I notice how sticky my throat feels. “Yeah, water would be great.”

Dean throws back the covers and heads over to the bathroom; grabbing a glass off the side table as he goes. I watch as he fills the cup with cold water from the sink. he's so attentive, so kind; always taking care of me. He would have made a good big brother.

He is a big brother.

The thought flashes through my mind and then it's gone, leaving behind confusion and fear in its wake. I know Dean’s an only child, so why would I think something like that? I’m starting to feel sick.