Your throat tightened when his hands traveled through your body, touching every inch of skin he possibly could reach from standing behind you.

Tears well up as you beg and beg him to stop. It wasn’t fair. You were supposed to have a fun night in a bar, relaxing and enjoying your time alone, until some creep decided to have a little chat. That chat sure as hell escalated too fast.

You could feel his hands all over you and his hot breath on your neck.

“Get your hands off of her before I slit your throat open.” A voice says from behind and quickly grabbing the guy and yanking him away. It was Dean.

“You’re disgusting.” Dean spats at the guy and nudges him hard enough so he takes a few step back.

“Come on.” Dean huffs and grabs your arm, taking you outside to cool. “You okay? Did he hurt you?”