Wait For You

Face to Face with the Enemy

"Wha---" Scarlett slowly opened her eyes in a daze. The room was blurry and her head was spinning
The last thing she could remember was Roman putting a cloth over her mouth and knocking her out.

The room was becoming clearer as her eyesight came back to her. She soon realized she was in a bedroom, more specifically, on a bed. She tried to move but soon noticed that her wrists were handcuffed above her head to the bedpost. "You have got to be kidding me," she rolled her eyes. Roman had cuffed her to the bed, so there was no where she could go.

Scarlett sighed.

Nice going Scarlett, you've gotten yourself into an even bigger mess.

Suddenly the door opened and a head peaked in with a smirk on his face. "You're finally awake," Dean stated before quietly shutting the door behind him as he entered the room.

"Leave me alone Ambrose," Scarlett spat.

"And why would I want to do that sweet cheeks?" He chuckled in amusement. "I only came in here to repay you for your little stunt you pulled earlier," his lip curled.

"What do you mean?" Scarlett's eyebrow rose.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," Dean grinned as he slowly crawled onto the bed, inching toward Scarlett.

"Dean, I swear to God if you---"

"Shhh," Dean clasped his hand over her mouth. "I promise you'll love this," he said seductively.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "What are you do---" she stopped herself as Dean crawled on top her body, ripping off his shirt. "Dean, no," she begged. "Please," she whimpered. Scarlett knew exactly what he was going to do, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her hands were literally tied.

"Get ready to see what a real man can do Scarlett," Dean challenged.

Scarlett shut her eyes as Dean began kissing her neck. She moaned as he sucked on her sweet spot. "Fuck," she mumbled.

"That's right, moan for me baby," Dean ordered as he pushed his body up against Scarlett's.

Scarlett cringed as she felt Dean's "little friend" perk up inside his pants. Dean gnawed at neck, digging his teeth into her skin, leaving a bite mark behind.

"Dean, that hurts," Scarlett whispered.

"But it feels so damn good," he continued, sliding his hand up her stomach, slipping it under her shirt.

"Dean," Scarlett became uncomfortable as Dean slid his hand under bra. "Dean please don't do this," she bit lip.

"I have to honey."

Scarlett winced as Dean moved his hand around her undershirt.

"Dean stop," she kneed him in the junk, causing him to groan.

"You just won't give up, will you?" Dean's voice cracked in pain. "Well I guess I'll just have to teach a lesson," he taunted before standing at the end of the bed, staring over Scarlett's body. Examining it. Smirking.

"Whatever you're thinking about doing, it's not worth it, I promise," Scarlett panicked. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for trying to run and kicking you in your nuts, okay? Is that good enough?"

Dean laughed in amusement. "Oh Scarlett, you're so young, so naïve," he paused a moment. "You've been a naughty girl, and I think it's time for your punishment," Dean declared before unzipping Scarlett's jeans.

"No," Scarlett began kicking. "Dean please," she whined as Dean slid Scarlett's jeans off of her. "I'll scream," she warned.

"And?" Dean chuckled. "Go ahead. No one can hear you out here darling."