I Am Complete

CHAPTER 18

ANDY'S POV:

My head hurts. But that makes sense, considering I was whacked over the head by a goat man. I slowly blink my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I'm tied to an old chair, the wood rough and weathered. I seem to be in some kind of falling down shack, the boards rotting and falling apart. "You're awake." The satyr comes into view. He's exactly as the lore described. He has brown, messy hair and a set of horns on his head. His top half is human, but his bottom half is all goat. "Y'know, next time you could just ask me on a date instead of knocking me out." I mutter. The satyr smirks. He sneaks closer, his hooves clacking on the wooden boards.

"Are you really so desperate for a date that you would kidnap someone?" The satyr narrows his eyes. "Do you know how hard it is to be like me? You people forgot about us, decided that we only lived in myths and story books. I'm half human, I have needs. I used to be able to get whatever I wanted, and now I'm relegated to living in this shack. I used to be able to sleep with whoever I wanted, and now no one will have me."

"So you're kidnapping women to sleep with and eat? Great. Not dysfunctional at all." I say sarcastically. I work at the ropes around my wrists, the knots slowly coming undone. The satyr comes over and grabs my chin forcing me to look up at him. "You don't want to piss me off. The longer I want you, the longer you'll stay alive." I just glare at him. He gently traces a finger down my face, and I turn my head, biting his finger. He jerks back, blood welling in the cut. "Idiot girl." He mumbles. He walks over and pulls my head back, looking down at me from above. "You're a pretty thing. I would like to take my time with you, but I'm just too hungry." His free hand slides down my neck, tracing my collar bone.

He brings his face down to mine, nipping my ear. I grimace. "Tasy." he whispers. His mouth moves down to my neck, and he opens his jaw. I brace myself for the pain. "GET AWAY FROM HER." Sam growls, stalking towards the satyr, gun aimed right at his heart. The satyr moves behind me, using me as a human shield. "You hunters, you just can't leave anything alone." Dean comes up behind Sam, cocking his gun. "Move away. Now." Sam hisses. The satyr stays put. The knots around my wrists are almost untied, the rope giving way.

"I won't ask again." Sam yells. His face is a mask of anger, his eyes flipping between the satyr and I. The satyr places a hand on my head, grasping my hair. "Back off or I break her neck." Sam's jaw clenches, but he backs up a bit. I bring my head down and bite the satyr's arm as hard as I can, tasting the salty blood in my mouth. The satyr jerks back, a gasp of pain escaping his lips. I use that opportunity to get my hands out of the ropes. I stand up and grab my knife from my bra, holding it against the satyr's throat. His back is pressed up against the wall, as far away from the blade as he can be.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." I whisper. "Look, I can make it worth your while. Just let me go and I can show you a good time, it's what I do-" I don't let him finish. "Wrong answer." I slice the knife across his throat and he falls to the ground, the life draining from his body. I turn around to face the boys. Sam comes running over to me. "Are you okay?" He asks, checking me over for wounds.

"I'm fine. A little bit of rope burn, but other than that I'm good." Sam heaves a sigh of relief. "I was so worried." he mutters. "Hey. I'm alright. Nothing happened." I say softly. "He could have killed you. I'm so sorry, I should have seen him coming." I shake my head. "Sam, none of this was your fault. I'm okay. I'm right here." On instinct, I wrap him a hug. His arms fold around me, holding me close. "So, you two love birds ready to leave? This place gives me the creeps."