Winchestered

23

The same night.

*****

"Trisha" A voice whispered.

I turned around a whole 360 degrees but there was no one in my bed room but me.

"Hey babe" Dean handed me a glass of water and laid down beside me. For some reason, his familiar touched felt unknown. Cold even, as if it wasn't even there, as if it shouldn't be.

My room look just like it always does. Exactly like it always does. My TV is hanging on the wall, I was laying on the bed with Deans arms wrapped around. We had chips and popcorn, Dean insisted to buy beer.

"I love your poster of me by the way" Dean laughed and I blushed.

"I was a fan okay" I tried to laugh but my arm was burning, I pulled my shirt up to look at whatever that was burning, but there was nothing there.

"Are you okay?" Dean looks up at me.

"Yeah" I smiled "Just a head ache"

He was wearing that blue plaid and with a white t shirt under that I just adore. His hair looked messy but so cute at the same time. He leaned closer to me, out lips briefly touching.

"Let me fix that for you" He gets on top of me and starts kissing me. I don't pull away, I love how warm his touch felt but there was something wrong with it, but I can't come up with what.

I laugh when he reaches down my shirt and slowly puts his hand on my sides, I'm very ticklish and I was defenceless to his touch.

"Ticklish?" Dean smiled.

"You wouldn't"

Oh but he would. I try to pull Dean away and run out of the room but he blocks the door and he pulls me back into his lap and starts tickling me.

"Dean stop" I laugh.

"Trisha" The voice said again.

I looked around the room and suddenly the whole room turned black, I looked back at Dean but he had disappeared. Instead of sitting on Deans lap,  I sit on a chair in a dark room, with my hands tied to the chair. I would feel a red liquid falling from my left cheek to my tights.

"Hello" I yell.

"Anyone there" I yell again. I looked down at my clothes and they were ripped with blood stains on them

The lamp above me was flickering but I could see a figure walking to me, Dean.

"Dean thank god! Get me out of here"

But he doesn't listen, instead he picks The First Blade out from his pocket. What is going on?

"Dean?" I stare at the blade then back at him. "What are you doing?"

"You see, I was the one who was supposed to get the blade" He says, touching the blade with his index finger. "The power of it" He moves his head to the side. "All mine" He continues making his way towards me.

"But you took it away from me" 

"Dean don't do this" I'm scared, for the first time in a while I'm scared.

"You took what was rightfully mine" He tightens his grip on the blade and kneels down in front of me. He holds the tip of the blade on my neck and I try to back away from it, as much as the chair would let me without falling backwards.

"I use to like you, now.. Oh now I don't" He smiles at me.

I can't move my legs, I can't move at all. He pulls the blade back but kept it pointing at me.