Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

XV.

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Erin

I don't know how far outside of Chicago we went, it could have been hours but I was totally out of it. I felt shell shocked, like it had all happened to someone else. I just stared off into the darkness of the road as the white lines flashed at the edges of my vision. Dean made two phone calls while we drove, but I didn't comprehend a single word of either. He pulled off at some roadside motel in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. He parked outside the office, leaving me in the car as he went in to pay.

He opened the room and brought our bags in but I was too numb to move. He opened my door and lifted me out, carrying me inside. I wanted to argue, and tell him I could walk on my own, but instead I curled against his chest and let him take care of me. He set me down on the bed but I just watched him as he went around lining the windows and doors with salt. He tossed the salt canister back in his bag and crouched down in front of me. He touched my skin and I could feel nothing but the worry he felt.

He laid the back of his hand against my cheeks. His face pinching up. "You're freezing," he commented. He went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start.

He came back and crouched in front of me again. "Beckett," he said gently. When I didn't respond at first he reached up and cupped both my cheeks in his large, warm palms. "I need you to look at me sweetheart," he said gently.

I lifted my eyes to meet his but whatever he saw in them didn't reassure him. I closed my eyes and leaned into his palm as I buried myself in his emotions so I wouldn't have to feel my own. He felt so confident and safe. He was protective, and worried and wary, and below that I could feel his simmering rage that felt like a warm fire compared to what was going on in my head.

"I think you're in shock," he explained gently. "We need to get you warmed up."

I nodded numbly. He helped me stand and led me into the bathroom. He helped me out of my tank top and shorts. I was so far gone it didn't even matter to me that I was standing in front of Dean Winchester in nothing by my bra and underwear. It should have. I knew it should have mattered, but every time I blinked, or closed my eyes I felt the pressure of Brandon's power and then the cool metal of the knife in my hand. Dean was surprisingly gentle as he helped me.

There was a loud bang beside me that reminded me of the gunshot and I jumped.

Dean's warm hands rested on my naked shoulders to steady me. "It was just the shampoo bottle," he said in a low tone. He opened the shower curtain and helped me step inside. The spray was too hot and I tried to pull back, but he locked his hands down on my shoulders. A noise that may have been a whimper came out of the back of my throat and I hated it.

"I know," he soothed. "But we need to get you warm."

My body adjusted to the heat soon and I immediately felt exhausted. When he saw I wasn't going to resist he let me go. I tensed, sucking in a surprised breath and he looked back at me in confusion for a second. I didn't have the energy to explain to him that I was using him like a shield. I didn't think he would appreciate it very much actually.

Deciding I was all right he pulled the curtain closed and went back in the room. I let myself sink down until I was on the floor of the tub, my head resting against the side of the shower as the deliciously hot water ran over me. My eyes drifted shut and i lost all sense of time. I jumped when the curtain opened again. Dean reached in and turned off the shower. I was about to stand but he wrapped a towel around me and lifted me out, setting me on the narrow counter in front of him.