Would You Say I'm Worth It

Desperate Times

It's nice not being bound, not being chained and forced to lay on a cold, cement floor. It's also nice to not feel hungry, Dean has decided, as he pulls the thick, down-filled comforter up higher around his shoulders. The blood he consumed finally allows his new body to start healing - he can feel his rbs slowly shift and crunch beneath his skin every hour or so, melding themselves back together. His body is healing, but his spirit is wounded - scarred.

How had that happened? How had he been…raped?

He was Dean Winchester. He was one of the guys that saved the world, been to Hell and back. How could it have happened to him, of all people?

The alpha's hands still graze and grope over his skin in the form of a phantom memory, the sounds still echo in his ears. 

And his bite? The stake of claim he laid upon Dean? It's healed over already as well - one of the first injuries to heal after the amount of blood he consumed while they all dined together.

A soft knock at his bedroom door makes his heart jump, but it isn't the alpha's scent that hits his nose.

"Dean, it's Jade. May I come in?" Her tone is gentle and sweet - like honey. 

It reminds him of someone.

"Yeah." He croaks out, his voice cracking slightly as he sits up in his bed.

Jade steps in with an awkward smile as she quietly clicks the door shut behind her, briefly hesitating before coming to sit beside Dean on the bed, a small silk bag in her left hand.

"I brought you some things…to hopefully make you feel better." She says almost in a whisper.

Dean watches her as she pulls out some items, laying them on the bed for Dean to see before tucking the sack into her pocket. There's a bottle of some Ibuprofen, a pre-loaded and far out of date iPod, headphones, an ice pack, and a journal and pen. Jade resting her hand on top of Dean’s, pulls his gaze back to hers, as she offers him a kind and comforting smile.

"I know what it's like when he first claims you…these are some of the things that helped comfort me…took my mind off of it. Hopefully they'll help you too."

Dean just numbly nods, already pouring some pills into his palm and downing them in gratitude.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry, Dean. It'll get better…I know it sounds horrendous, but it really is easier if you just-"

"Lay there and take it." Dean finishes in a monotone voice.

Jade cringes, but nods nonetheless. "I got my fair share of beatings before I finally just gave up. I couldn't do it anymore - he's too strong. If I could go back in time and never turn down that alley…" her face falls blank, mind lost in her painful memory of the night she was taken and turned.

"He said that there's only a few of 'us' left…his chosen, or whatever. What happened to the others? Were there others?" Dean asks with a stern expression.

"Yeah, they've come and gone. Audrey and I have been here the longest that I know of." She hesitates before continuing, eyes meeting Dean’s. "The others never gave into him and were…dealt with." She says cautiously.

Dean clenches his jaw. "He killed them?"

"That's why I'm trying to talk you off the ledge here, Dean. I don't want you to meet that same fate."

"Well I appreciate the hand out, but I'll deal with it how I want, thanks. I'm not just going to lay down and quit - I'll fight until my last breath."

Jade shudders slightly, turning her face away in defeat. Dean scoots closer, resting a hand on her knee.