I flung forward expecting to be stopped by a chain but I wasnt. I breathed heavily running my hand over my face and then through my hair.
I swung my feet off the bed. I was wearing a gray shirt that hung to my mid-thigh. I lifted the sleeve to see my shoulder wound was wrapped up. I didn't bother to take it off.
I tried to stand back up but couldn't. As I started to fall a warm arm wrapped around my waist. I looked up to see the man that could only be Dean.
"You can't walk yet." Dean stated.
He easily picked me back up and set me back on the bed. I didn't like it but I obliged.
"I brought you something." He held up some pie. "I thought you'd be hungry." He said handing me the pie.
I smiled softly taking the pie.
"I love pie but I've only ever had it once or twice." I said becoming sad as I remembered my "imprisonment."
He hasn't treated me badly even after he found out he couldn't order me around. I mean other than being chained. The only reason I was treated so we'll was because he wanted me.
"Why is that?" Dean asked taking my empty hand in his.
My hand started to tingled.
I stayed quiet frowning. All the memories came back to me.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." He confessed.
"No it's okay." I said squeezing his hand.
He looked at me with sympathetic eyes.
"Um I used to be imprisoned sorta. I mean he was a lot nicer to me then any one else but that's only cause he needs me. He's not a big fan of pie or food in general." I whispered taking a bite of the apple pie dean brought me.
"Who imprisoned you?"
I took a deep breathe before spit out the name with hate. "Crowley."