"You let her go."

Dean grits out, his deep green eyes filled with rage and desperation as they fly between you, tied to a chair, skin littered with cuts, and Gordon, that bastard, standing over you with a dagger and a sly grin.

"There is no gray area, Dean."

Gordon taunts, lifting the dagger to finish the job.

"No!"

Dean tackles him, knocking the weapon from his hand and punching him repeatedly, eyes wild with anger and fear. You were dying. You were weak. Gordon had laced the dagger in dead man's blood and God only knew what it felt like to you.

"You hold on, baby!"

Dean calls out, trying to knock Gordon out. He just chuckles bitterly, scoffing in Dean's face as blood trickles from his split lip.

"Calling a monster, baby? How cute."

He sneers as Dean finally knocks his lights out.

"The only monster here is you."

Dean murmurs, wiping his hands on the back of his jeans before hurrying to your side, quickly and gently untying your wrists and legs.

"You're gonna be okay, darlin'. Gonna be just fine. See? I'm gonna get you all the animal blood and all the Pepsi you want tonight once I get you feelin' better."

His voice wavers slightly, green eyes flashing upwards to your gorgeous face every few seconds as he works to clean the wounds littering your skin.