Page 89 of All Your Pain
“Christ, you’re so messed up,” he mumbles to himself.
No thanks to you.
“Willow, baby. You know what has to happen next, right?” Dean asks and I can feel the tension in his muscles. As much as he wants to comfort me I know he needs to hurt the man behind me and I want him to do exactly that.
I gaze up at him, taking in every tiny detail of his face. His brow furrows and I smile. “I know he can’t leave here alive. I just don’t know if I can watch.”
A wicked smile spreads across his mouth as his face lights up. “You willing to give it a go?”
My breath catches and I can feel my heart racing. The last time I saw Dean kill someone, my world changed. I was terrified and mesmerised by the horrific beauty of the killer in front of me.
Unable to find the words to express what I need, I nod. Dean grabs a chair and pulls it up for me to sit on. “Incase you pass out,” he says with a wink and I sit down, my shaky legs grateful to not be holding my body up any longer.
Blood pools under Henry’s chair and I’m not sure how much longer he’ll even be alive for. I hold one hand over my stomach as the other grips the seat of my chair and I watch as Dean becomes the man of my darkest, most twisted dreams.Carver.
The strange intense feelings that he brought out in me before start to resurface now. The fear and adrenaline creating a headymix that makes my body flush both hot and cold at the same time.
This is the man that came home late one night and choked me out as he fucked me. The man that made me think I was going to die. Yet he's also the man that stayed by my side and held me when I fell apart. He's the one that brought me back to life.
Dean grabs Henry by the hair and wrenches his head up so he’s looking at me. “You want to give her a proper apology before you go out?”
I wait for him to say something but he purses his lips and looks away from me. Even if he did grovel and beg for forgiveness it wouldn’t feel sincere. I wouldn’t want it. All I want is for him to be out of my life for good. If this is the only way then so be it.
A weight lifts from my shoulders as I realize that I don't have to feel anything for this man. Not even the memory of him will hurt me after this.
The only man I will ever allow to bring me pain is Dean.
Dean pushes Henry’s head away and clicks his tongue at him. “Fine, if you don’t want to talk, you won’t need this.” He grips Henry’s chin so hard his jaw pops open and he grabs his tongue. Ignoring his screams, he pulls it out as far as it’ll go before sawing his knife along it. Henry makes a final gargled scream before he starts to choke on his own blood as it pools in his mouth.
Dean tosses the tongue onto the floor and it lands with a wet slap. I cover my hand over my mouth and try not to be sick but I can’t tear my eyes away from the gruesome scene in front of me, no matter how much it’s making me want to puke.
I rub my tiny bump.This is your daddy, little one. He may seem scary like this but believe me it’s because he’s full of so much love. For both of us.
Henry leans forward as far as he can and blood pours into his lap rather than down his throat. “I should be thanking youreally,” Dean says as he starts to circle him. “If it wasn’t for you, Willow would never have ended up with me.”
“No,” I blurt out and Dean stops mid step to look at me. I stand up and carefully avoiding the bloodied tongue on the floor, I go to Dean's side. “I believe that we would have found each other no matter what. There’s not a single doubt in my mind that we aren’t supposed to be together.” Dean stares at me with wide eyes before claiming me with his mouth.
Bloodied fingers dirty my cheeks as Dean holds my face but I don’t care. Reaching up, I lace my fingers around the back of his neck and he hoists me up so my legs are around his hips. The dress I'm wearing gives him easy access to my body and I gasp as his hard bulge hits my pussy.
I can feel how hot and wet I am for him. This time I don’t hate myself for it. All I can think about is how I want him inside me and all over me.
"You giving me permission to kill for you might be the hottest thing I've ever seen, baby. I know just how wet it's making you as well."
“Dean,” I whimper and he growls in response but we’re interrupted by wet gargled sounds to my right. Henry is still clinging on to life next to us, his front is a mess of blood, spit and tears. “Put him out of his misery,” I sigh.
“No, he’s not suffered enough for hurting you.” A sense of belonging fills my heart. Dean would do anything for me. Even kill a man. I’m not the same scared girl that had just ran away from home anymore. Being with Dean has made me strong and I’m no longer scared to get what I want.
“But I want you to fuck me and I’m not doing it in front of him.”
That gets his attention.
Dean’s hands flex on my ass and icy fire ignites in his blue eyes. He doesn't put me down as he squats down to pick up theknife and I cling to him even tighter. Then he kisses me before stabbing the knife into Henry’s heart where he leaves it. Henry spasms in the chair, his body convulsing for a few tortured seconds before he slumps down in a lifeless heap.
There are still a million questions circling around in my mind but I leave them unanswered for now.
I cup Dean's cheek, bringing his attention back to me. He’s covered in splatters of blood and I realize I am too from where he’s touched me. His chest rises and falls with heavy labored breaths as he stares back at me. There’s a hesitant look in his eyes and I finally understand who he is now.
I’ve met all of him and I love each part just as much as the other.