Page 37 of All Your Pain

“Need a hand?” he smirks from the doorway.

“I need some clothes,” I snap my frustrations at him. “My legs are cold but your clothes don’t fit me.”

“Give me a minute,” he says before leaving. Abandoning the pants, I sit on the bed. For some reason, I’m feeling worked up over something as small as not having clothes that fit me properly, then again is that really a small thing? Having clothes is a basic necessity, one that Dean’s took from me.

My feelings towards him are constantly up and down. One second, I think I’m falling for him then the next I remember why I’m here and I'm back to hating him.

When Dean comes back he has a pile of clothes in his hands. “Here,” he says, holding them out to me.

“These are mine,” I say, confused as I take the pile and start looking through them.

They’re the few things I packed when I left home. I’m surprised to see he’s included my underwear in the selection. Guess I really did earn it the other night. I pull a pair on along with some leggings, leaving Dean’s shirt on. I catch his lip twitch with a small smile as he notices.

“Was that really all you took with you?” he asks and I nod. Other than the few toiletries I brought and my phone this really is all I owned. “Why?”

“I had my bag packed for months, if I put too much in it my dad might have found it and figured out I was planning on leaving.”

Dean comes to my side and puts his hands on my shoulders. “And if he did find out what would he have done?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m not sure why he bothered keeping me around at all. When I turned eighteen I thought he’d kick me out but nothing changed. There was this one time I overheard him talking to some guys he knew through work, he was asking about their sons and setting some dates up with me. So he probably would have kept me locked up until one of them agreed to marry me,” I try to laugh at the absurdity of it but deep down I know it’s what would have happened to me. It’s part of why I left when I did.

It was either run away or stay and live a life shackled to some guy that probably wouldn’t care about me as a person.

Dean seems to actually care about me. He’s asking about me and I don’t see how the answers would benefit him in any way other than slaking his curiosity. I hope I’m not just a novelty for him after all.

Dean’s grip on my shoulders tightens. “What sons? Did they ever touch you?”

“What? No. I'd never even met them.” I look up to see his anger hasn’t subsided so I add, “seriously, nothing happened.”

“I’ll kill anyone that hurts you, Willow. Whether they’re in your past or your future, they’re dead.”

“I know,” I say softly because I really do. I’m starting to understand the lengths that his obsession with me goes and I think I like it.

I put my hand on his chest and when he looks at it he starts to calm down but I can see him plotting something in his head. To distract him, I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss him. With his mouth on mine, he growls. His mood turning feral and possessive as he grabs my hair and deepens the kiss making me feel lightheaded from his taste.

I manage to pull away enough to say, “if you want to fuck me you have to feed me first.”

He narrows his eyes at me and grinds his hard bulge against me. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

“I don’t think that’s a good promise to make,” I laugh.

“Fine, but I’m fucking you and covering you in my come once you’ve eaten.” He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. Pain radiates where his shoulder digs into my cuts.

“Ah! Dean put me down!” he doesn’t listen as he carries me out of the room. “Dean, I'm serious! It hurts!” As quickly as he can, he drops me to my feet and looks me over.

“What’s wrong?”

“The cuts,” I groan, lifting my shirt. There’s no blood but they’re throbbing with sharp pain. “You’ve got to be careful. You’re the one that put them there in the first place.”

“Sorry, little kitten, I didn’t think.”

He looks genuinely sorry that he hurt me. “It’s okay. You know I don’t break that easily.” I smile weakly up at him and his face brightens a tiny bit.

I look away from the confusing emotions in his eyes and notice the door handle. I knew he’d replaced it but never actually thought to look at it closely. “There’s no lock,” I say.

“I want you to be able to come and go from here whenever you like.” Tears well in my eyes and I quickly brush them away.

“Thank you, Dean.” He nods and gives me an awkward grin before turning away and heading downstairs. I follow after him feeling a little bit lighter.