TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF ASSAULT AND VIOLENCE.

Written by: gooberlanes13

Edited by: KariGorsuch

His hands dug into my skin, prying apart pores, veins and bruising. I winced at the pressure as he tugged me across the parking lot. My mind flashing back to the night he shared me, the night he hurt me.

We managed to get around the building into a moist, humid sticky alleyway and he spun me from his side, hard into the brick wall.

I yelped as my head bounced off the brick and I could already feel a hot pain shooting through my head.

"Fuck you!" I shouted, spitting at him, and grinned a little. My saliva landed in his face. "Fuck you for everything you're worth, you Selfish Son of a Bitch!"

SLAP!

"Ah!" I echoed down the alleyway as he snatched my wrist from my face, grabbing the other one and pinning me to the wall.

"I can't decide what to do first." He smirked into my ear as he pushed himself against me, breathing hot in my ear. His breathing seemed slower, but rapidly increased as he slid his hand down my chest and attempted to pry my jeans open.

I twisted and flung my knee into his groin - but obviously not hard enough - considering I attempted to run away, but he caught me by my hair, pulling me back into the brick wall and, closed fists, knocking me to the ground.

He chuckled as he started kicking me in the ribs. With each kick the more blood I coughed up. After about six good kicks he pulled me to my feet and slammed me against the dumpster.

"I did everything for you," He smirked, slapping me again. "EVERYTHING!" He screamed, his voice echoing down the alleyway now. "You had the nerve to call the MPs on me? You had the nerve to get our chain of commands involved? Well guess what Btich, I got off scott free!" He shouted in my face, forcing himself against me again.

"Nick..." I gasped, feeling myself gasp for air as he utilized my rib cage as a punching bag for a moment. "...Nick!" I whimpered, feeling my vision become blurry.

"No, you're staying with me." He mockingly whimpered as he took my face in his hands. "You're staying with me, Eve..." He chuckled, slamming my face away from his as I collapsed onto my knees, only to be shoved down into a puddle.

Fear struck me so deep when I heard the jingle for his belt and zipper.

"No..." I whimpered, screaming at my arms and legs to work so I could get up. "...No!" I screamed, beginning to army-crawl across the concrete. "Not again - Please?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, so hard that my voice cracked.

"Again?" Nick echoed, tilting his head to the side. "You agreed to that threesome Eve, you agreed to everything that happened to you that night - that's why this time, you'll know what happened - you'll know you didn't want it. You won't be able to fabricate SHIT!" He shouted, kicking in the ribs again, sending me a few inches to the right.

"You lied to the MPs." He started, more calm, although I didn't hear his jeans and belt jingle anymore, I started coughing again, spitting up blood all over concrete in front of my face and all over my hands. "You lied to your Chain of Command, my Chain of Command - do you have any idea what that did to me?!"

I whimpered, and even I couldn't tell what I was trying to say at this point. I had a lot of pain radiating in my head, my ribs were screaming and I couldn't stop coughing up blood as I attempted to start army-crawl again.

"You -" Kick. "Stupid -" Kick. "- Bitch!" He screamed, kicking me so hard I flipped over this time. He immediately straddled me and pulled me up off the ground by my collar and whispered his pionsonus spell. "You say I got violent with you before, well you'll remember exactly what's about to happen this time -"

A flutter of footsteps caught my attention as he slammed me back down onto the concrete and when I saw the figure appear at the end of the alleyway, I mustered all the strength I had left and screamed,"DEAN!!" so loud and so hard that my voice cracked and it was with my entire chest as Nick slammed his hand over my mouth and I heard the dreaded jingle of his jeans again.

The moment my voice cracked, I saw Dean's familiar silhouette remained grounded at the far end of the alley, his eyes scanning the shadow with a trained urgency. But before I could call out again, Nick's hand clamped down over my mouth, muffling the sound as he pressed his knee down harder on my chest. I could feel the sickening press of his fingers as they dug into the soft skin of my face.

"Shut up," Nick hissed, his breath foul against my ear, his worlds laced with venom.

I struggled beneath him, my hands pushing uselessly against his chest, but his strength was too much. The more I squirmed, the more his grip tightened, and I could feel the panic rise in my throat, choking me. I needed to warn Dean, to get his attention, but every instinct told me it was already too late.

Through the blur of fear, I saw Dean's head jerk to the side, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto me. He didn't need a second to react, and I knew he would be here any second.

But Nick wasn't stupid. His grip on my face tightened, and he pressed down harder, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You scream again, and I'll make sure Dean's the one who gets hurt this time," he spat, his voice dripping with malice.

I froze, the weight of his words crashing down on me. Fear surged through my veins, but beneath it, the burning urge to protect Dean pushed through. I had to keep him safe.

I laid there, waiting on Dean to respond - only to get a flashback of that fucking popcorn ceiling of that trailer, praying that it would be over soon. Except this time, I was beaming up at the light polluted sky with a few twinkles through the mist that's when something flashed through my mind, something new and something comforting:

"Okay, I ordered a buffet...that way everyone gets something." Dean hummed against my ear as he walked up behind me in the back of the waiting area. "What are you looking at?"

"City lights." I answered, looking away briefly to address him. "It's strange how we mimic the stars, but everyone is so preoccupied with their lives, no one ever looks up."

Dean's face softened as he followed my gaze from the city lights up to the light polluted sky, where we could just make out a few twinkling dots.

Strangely that's the scene that my mind chose to live in for the moment. That's the moment I chose to bring me peace while death came for me - but apparently Dean had other plans.

"Hey!" Dean's voice boomed down the alleyway, pulling Nick's attention from me to him. Dean's posture was tense, his expression a lethal mix of fury and control. "Why don't you step away and tell me what the hell you think you're doing?"

Nick smirked, his grip loosening slightly on me as he turned his attention to Dean. "Just handling a little problem here," he sneered, but his smirk faltered when Dean didn't so much as blink.

Before Nick could react, Dean closed the gap between them in an instant, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him off me. Nick's body collided with the soaked concrete with a thud. My head lolled to the side as my strength gave out, watching through blurry eyes as Nick struggled to get up.

"Eve," Dean's voice grounded me, steady and commanding yet laced with concern. He dropped to his knees beside me, his hands moving quickly to check my face. "C'mon, sweetheart, talk to me."

I tried to focus on him, but my vision swam. "Dean..." my voice came out weak, barely above a whisper. "Please, don't-"

He cupped my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheekbones as he locked eyes with me. "Hey, you're okay. I just need five minutes, alright? Stay with me. Five minutes."

I gripped his shirt weakly, my fingers barely closing around the fabric. "Don't.."

"I'm not leaving you," he said firmly, his voice softening as he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. "I'll be right here."

Gently, he leaned me against the wall, making sure I wouldn't slump over before turning back to face Nick.

Nick pushed himself to his feet, wiping blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sweetheart?" He mocked, his tone dripping with derision. "You've gotta be kidding me. You're really buying her crap?"

Dean said nothing, standing there like a coiled spring, his shoulders tense and his jaw set.

"Oh, the silent type," Nick continued with a sneer, tossing his leather jacket aside. "Alright, big guy. Let's talk."

Dean's smirk was subtle, but the dangerous glint in his eyes said everything Nick should've feared.

"She's a liar, you know," Nick said, pointing in my direction. "Made up all kinds of crap about me. Said I stalked her, hit her, even raped her- she lies, man. She'll turn your whole life into a mess, and then act like you're the bad guy. Classic Eve, She's toxic, dude. Like, Ross and Rachel- level toxic."

Dean let out a low humorless chuckle, his eyes narrowing. "You're really good at talking, Nick. Real good at digging your own grave, too."

Nick snorted, stepping closer with a casual swagger. "I'm just saying, man. She'll screw you over like she did me. She-"

"Nick," Dean interrupted, his voice dangerously calm. "You're standing here, proving every damn thing she said about you is true. So, what's your next move? You want me to believe you? Or are you just too stupid to realize you've already lost?"

Nick faltered, his smirk twitching, but before I could reply, I let out a weak groan, collapsing onto my knees again.

Dean glanced back at me, his voice losing some of its edge as he barked, "Eve, stay with me! I need three minutes, just three. You hear me?"

Nick used the momentary distraction to lunge at Dean, but he was ready. He sidestepped, delivering a brutal punch to Nick's side, followed by a swift elbow to his jaw. The sound of the impact echoed through the alley as Nick stumbled back.

The fight wasn't clean. It was raw and vicious, the sound of fists hitting flesh mixed with Nick's grunts and curses. Dean, ever silent in a fight, moved with precision, his strikes calculated and relentless.

From where I was slumped, the world blurred, but I could hear every blow, feel the tension radiating off of Dean as he fought. My vision flickered as I forced myself to focus, praying Dean would finish this quickly because I didn't know how much longer I could hold on.

There was a rapid tapping of footsteps that caused my eyes to flutter open and find Bri and Sam's silhouettes at the end of the alley, relief was short-lived when I caught Sam's tense stature approaching the fight, but my eyes fluttered closed again.

The moment they stepped into the alley, my world spun further into chaos. The pain in my ribs was suffocating, each breath a battle. My arms trembled beneath me as I tried to push myself up, but they gave out, sending me crashing back onto the wet concrete. Through the haze, I caught glimpses of the scene unfolding around me.

Dean stood like a sentinel, his knuckles bloodied, his stance rigid with barely restrained fury. Nick, leaning against the wall, wore a twisted grin despite the blood dripping from his nose. He was savoring this, even now, when he should've known better.

And then there was Bri—her face etched with worry as she dropped to my side.

"Eve, it's me," she said, her voice soft but steady as she knelt beside me. Her hand brushed my shoulder, grounding me for a moment in reality. "I've got you."

"Bri..." I rasped, barely able to form words. "Dean... stop him..."

I couldn't lift my head, but I could hear Dean's voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Stay back," he growled, warning Sam and Bri without taking his eyes off Nick. His tone sent a shiver down my spine—controlled but brimming with rage.

"No, you don't," Sam countered, his voice firm but calm. "This isn't just your fight."

Dean's laugh was humorless. "This piece of crap needs to learn his place."

Nick chuckled, his bravado infuriatingly intact. "Oh, great. Another knight in shining armor. What is this, family night?"

I tried again to lift myself, but my body refused to cooperate. Every inch of me hurt, and the fight to stay conscious was slipping away. Bri's hand tightened on my shoulder, steadying me, but I could feel the fear radiating from her.

Nick's attention flicked to me. "You think she's worth all this?" he sneered. "She's just a—"

He never finished. A blur of motion, and then Dean's fist connected with Nick's jaw with a sickening crack. I flinched at the sound, but a grim sense of satisfaction settled in my chest.

Nick hit the ground hard, groaning, but Dean didn't stop. He hauled Nick up by his collar, his voice venomous. "Say one more word about her," he snarled, low and deadly. "Go ahead. I dare you."

"Dean!" Sam's sharp voice cut through the fury, a tether pulling Dean back from the edge. "That's enough. He's not worth it."

Dean's chest heaved as he stared down at Nick, his grip tightening before, with a growl of frustration, he shoved him back against the wall. Nick crumpled to the ground, clutching his side, coughing.

Dean turned to me, and in an instant, his expression softened. His anger melted away, replaced by something tender and raw. He crouched beside me, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped my face.

"Eve, I'm here," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're okay."

I leaned into him, my head heavy against his shoulder. "He... he was going to—"

"Not anymore," Dean interrupted gently, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You're safe now."

Sam crouched down next to us, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. "We need to move. Cops'll be here soon, and she needs help."

Dean nodded, his jaw tight as he slid his arms under me and lifted me like I weighed nothing. "No hospitals," I murmured, my voice weak but resolute.

"Eve—"

"No..." I cut him off, shaking my head faintly. "Just... home..."

He hesitated, his grip on me tightening. "Alright," he relented softly. "But if anything changes, we're going. No arguments."

"Bri, grab her bag," Dean said over his shoulder as he carried me toward the Impala.

Bri nodded, scrambling to collect my things while Sam kept a watchful eye on the alley. As Dean placed me gently in the backseat, I could feel his lingering worry. His hand brushed my cheek for a moment before he stepped back, his jaw clenched.

The ride back was heavy with silence. Dean's hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white. Sam sat in the passenger seat, his eyes scanning the dark streets. Bri held my hand in the backseat, her presence a steady comfort amidst the whirlwind.

Every bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through me, but I forced myself to focus on Dean's words from earlier. "You're safe now."