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Carlotta's POV

I fell to the ground with a thud after that gunshot rang out. I quickly tugged up my jeans and scrambled away from the large man. The old man stood up and walked to the open front door. "Lee!" The old man screamed as Jared started towards me again. After no response, the old man called for his son again. He turned back around. "Jared, you come with me. Missy, you watch them now." He ordered and Jared just huffed, stuffing his disgusting junk back into his jeans. I stood on shaky legs, tugging my ripped up shirt around me shoulders and I tried to stop sobbing. Missy stalked towards Dean, holding that knife dangerously close to his eye.

"Stop!" I stuttered out, taking a step towards her. She turned to me and hissed, thrusting the knife forward.

"Stay back!" She shouted at me.

"Relax, I just wanna talk, alright?" I state, willing my nerves to calm down so I could time this right.

"Talk?" She asked after her face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yeah, just talk." I say softer, taking a seat in a chair.

"'Bout what?" She asked curiously. Dean started to untie his restraints, and I was glad children had curiosity.

"You really wanna live like this?" I ask.

She smirked. "What do you mean?"

"Living with your stinky brothers all the time? Don't you want to have some friends?" I retorted.

She smirked again, but this time, I sensed something sinister about it. "Nah, I like skinnin' people." She raised her knife and started walking towards me. I smirked as she neared me and kicked upwards, sending the knife into the air and thrust my leg out, kicking her in the chest. I stood up quickly and held her down with my boot, glad that she could scratch through my jeans. I leaned down, and with one hand, I grasped her by her hair and lugged her up, earning a pained shriek. I tossed her into a cubbard, and propped a chair up against it. She screamed from inside and pounded against the wood. I slumped down and wrapped my arms around my chest as I started to wind down from all the adrenaline. Dean finally released himself and hauled me up into his arms. I welcomed his embrace and inhaled that rustic scent that always had me swooning. I started to sob again as he cupped my cheeks and pressed a tight kiss to my mouth and wrapping his arms around my frame, kissing me passionately. I let out a soft moan as his tongue wrapped around my own, making me forget the awful experience for a moment. Dean pulled away as the front door burst open, and Sam coming into view.

"Lottie!" He gasped, relief sagging over him. I gazed at the red leather jacket in his hands and he opened it up, looking away as I slipped my arms through it and zipped it up. I wiped at my eyes furiously as Sam pulled me into a hug, and I was glad I could stand it. He released me and I delved myself back into Dean's arms, wanting nothing more than to stay there until I could stop crying. A gun shot rang out, making me up and yelp. We looked at each other before hurrying out of the house. Kathleen walked out of the barn, her face sullen and hard.

"Where's the girl?" She asked, gripping onto her elbows.

"Locked in a closet. What about the dad?" Dean replied, looking behind him briefly.

She took a deep breath. "Shot. Trying to escape." She answered and we exchanged glances. We were silent for a moment.

"Can we please leave...." I spoke in a quiet voice. Sam grasped my shoulder and nodded gently to me.

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Dean rubbed my back soothingly after Kathleen wandered off, and he opted to remain silent. I sniffled a little, still feeling my hands shake. "I think my cars at the police station." Dean said as Sam approached us. The three of us approached the cop as she spoke into a walkie-talkie.

"Backup unit en route to your location." A robotic voice says through the walkie-talkie.

"So, state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna wanna talk to you." She begins, looking between all of us. My face scrunched up with worry as she looks at me, a small smile on her face. "I suggest you're long gone by then."

I looked up at Dean to see a grateful smile on his lips. "Thanks." Dean said, looking around. "Hey I don't mean to press my luck, but we're kind of in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?"

She rolled her eyes. "Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car."

Dean huffed and Sam smiled. "Sounds great to me. Thanks."

"Listen, uh... I'm sorry about your brother." Dean said softly.

"Thank you." She said, her voice breaking slightly. She looked away as she teared up. "It was really hard, not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth- but it isn't really." She paused, tears falling down her cheeks. "Anyways, you should go." We nodded at her and began to walk away. I glanced over my shoulder at her, and sent her a small smile. She smiled back before breaking down into more tears.

Sam and Dean were walking ahead of me as I started to drag behind. I didn't want to move anymore. I was exhausted, bruised, and I just wanted to go cry in my room. Dean stopped, letting me catch up to him, and he stooped down and lifted me bridal style. I leaned against his chest, and started to sniffle again. "You're alright, baby. You're safe." Dean muttered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I nodded through my sobs and covered my face with hands as I sobbed softly. At that point, I passed out.

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Later that night, we were finally able to check into a motel. Dean rented two rooms and he carried me into one of them, and setting me down gently. I made a beeline to the bathroom and quickly turned on the shoulder. Dean stepped into the bathroom as I tried to unzip my jacket with shaky hands. Dean stepped forward and gently grasped my hands, making me gaze up at him. I sighed out in relief as he started to undress me slowly, carefully removing my jacket and ripped up clothes before kneeling down before me and pulling me jeans down, all the while pressing soft kisses to my stomach and hips. He pulled the remains of my ripped up panties and tossed them in the garbage before standing up to press a kiss to my lips. Sexual tension burst forth as I felt his body under my hands. I wanted him now more than ever, I wanted to forget. I tugged on his shirt, making him pull it off. He grunted gently and undressed before lifting me into the shower. His lips pressed against every inch of skin covering my shoulders and neck as the hot water pelted the both of us. His erection pressed against my belly, and my hands wandered down to grasp it as he threaded his fingers in my hair, washing it slowly with a low groan. I pumped my hand along his length as he continued to pamper me, and clean me. And just like that, the shower stops and I'm being lifted up, and placed onto the bed with delicate care.

"Dean." I mewled, running my hand over his head as he buried his face into the apex of my thighs, gently flicking his tongue over that small bundle of nerves that had my toes curling with delight. "Please." I pleaded, stretching my legs out. He pushed his finger within, and curled, always seeming to find that one spot that drove me crazy. I cried out, arching my back upwards as he pushed me further and further to my peak.

"I got you, baby." He muttered, blowing gently before pulling bundle between his lips, suckling lightly. I teetered on that edge for a moment before I fell gloriously downwards, my orgasm hitting hard and ripping through me. I gasped out in shock as I clenched my eyes shut, feeling as if the world had stopped at that moment as Dean continued to suckle. I tugged at his hair, begging him to stop. He pulled away, and pressed small kisses up my sensitized body till he reached my lips. "Are you okay?" He hummed, running his hands over my body. I nodded quickly before grasping his erection in my hands again. He hissed a little and pressed his forehead against mine.

"Please..." I pleaded once more, opening my eyes. He raised an eyebrow, then his face turned into one of realization.

"Are you sure?" He asked, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

I nodded quickly. "I want to forget... I want you to make me forget." I pleaded softly. He nodded after a moment and reached over to the nightstand, and tugged out a condom from his wallet. He ripped it open and rolled it over himself. Dean settled in between my legs and pressed a soft kiss to my lips before leaning on his hands. Using one hand, he guided himself to my core, and pressed up against it. Once he was sure where he was going, he reached up and grasped my hand. He gave me one more look before I nodded. He started to push in.

My head flew back as he sunk inwards, stretching me out like nothing had ever before. Pain erupted within, but this pain felt.... good. I could feel his heart beat against my skin, and it felt wonderful. Tears sprung up in my eyes as I tightened my grip on his hand, letting out a soft breath of air as he settled to the hilt, buried deep within. The look on his face, it was magical. His eyes were so focused on me, and his lips were parted as he panted lightly. He was restraining himself. We stayed still for a moment before Dean shifted his hips a bit, a hiss slipping from his lips as I tightened around him. "Are you..." He stopped, swallowing a bit before exhaling. "Are you okay?"

I nodded breathlessly, pulling my shaking legs upwards and wrapping them around his hips. "Y-Yes...." I stuttered, pulling his head down and kissing him. He pulled out a bit before sinking back inwards, testing on what he could do. I let out a soft moan, pulling away so I could feel him entirely. He repeated that, pushing a bit faster each time. A sheer film of sweat coated my skin as I tipped my head backwards, my world tilting as I experienced new pleasure. I found myself unconsciously repeating his name, like a mantra. It didn't end as my orgasm did either, and it felt like I had been thrown into the throes of passion for hours on end under Dean finally reached him limit. He came with a feral growl, and sunk into me, pressing himself as close as possible to me as I tried to catch my breath. I closed my eyes, and I slipped from the conscious world.

The next morning, I awoke with a pleasant soreness to my body. Dean lay besides me, curled around me like ivy as I attempted to sit up. I smiled to myself and got up. Dean awoke no later than I did, and joined me in the shower. We got dressed and met up with Sam before leaving that motel, and this town. I smiled out the window as I caught Dean glimpsing at me from the rear view mirror. I had felt a thousand times better than I did yesterday, and for that, I was grateful. He was always there to make me feel better.