Trapped Part 5
Wow I must've fallen into a time machine or something....writing that subject the first time I wrote "Lost".... -shakes head- THAT takes me back...
Title: Trapped -Part 5
Author:
Fandom: Supernatural
Subject/Paring: Jo, Jo/Dean
Rating: FRT for possible language and adult situations (you know how my fics get)
Disclaimer: Not affiliated, don't own, blah blah blah. Just me getting me emo-ness muses out in the open :)
**This Chapter has some super darkness to it.....sorry :-s**
Spoilers: None :D
Summary: Jo meets a new situation that opens the door for her way out.
“I love you Jo...” his strong voice whispered into the darkness, voice slightly strained though Jo knew he wasn’t complaining.
“You love me huh?” she asked him as he squirmed below her.
“Oh hell yes...” he replied as he sucked in a deep breath to keep his composure.
“Mmmm.” She purred “Call the papers, the big bad Dean Winchester has lost his heart to a woman.” She bent down and kissed him softly, then added “Stop the presses.”
“I think almost everything is digital now.” He replied, the gruffness returning to his voice a little “No presses to stop.”
She smiled and kissed him again as she kept him pinned below her. “Guess I will have to get myself one of those social networking sites, the people deserve to know.”
“Is that right?” he asked, a smirk appearing on his handsome face “Whatever happened to word of mouth? I was under the impression that how hunter’s work....”
“Usually...” she replied as she leaned down closer to him once more “Only my mouth is a little busy at the moment...” she kissed him again, a kiss which he eagerly returned.
When their lips parted, he chuckled slightly and she frowned down at him. “What’s so funny?” she asked
“Nothing.” He replied with a shake of his head “Just never thought I’d have this, any of this it’s a little trippy you know? I mean, I never even considered the possibility that I would spend more than one night with a chick let alone fall for one. It’s a little surreal; especially considering the one I ended up falling for was you.”
She frowned down at him and cocked her head to the side, raising her eyebrows in curiosity “And what’s so wrong with me?” she asked, slipping in a (fake) angry tone “You’d rather have one of your random slutbag damsels in distress?”
He laughed again and shook his head. “Not in a million years.” He replied, amusement in his voice. He leaned up and kissed her passionately, then took a hold of her and without warning, flipped them both so she was now under him. “Though your pinning could use some work.”
She grinned up at him and without a word, kicked his legs off of her with enough force to catch him off balance and send him tumbling to the floor, quickly following him with a roll and once landed, she once again had him pinned. She continued to grin -this time down at him- “What was that you were saying?” she asked innocently.
“That friggen hurt!” he said with a frown as he struggled below her to no effect.
“Maybe.” She replied as she leaned down closer to him “But you loved every minute of it.”
He grinned again “I love you.”
Suddenly, there was a blinding white flash, Jo cried out and grabbed on to Dean but it was too late. The dimly lit room of her tormentor appeared, and she heard him cackling above her.
“A pleasure as always Miss Harvelle.” He purred into her ear “Until tomorrow...” He motioned for his goons to take her and as they dragged her back to her cell, she was barely coherent, barely able to process where she was. These ‘sessions’ had been taking more and more out of her every time she did them, she barely had the strength to stand anymore let alone make any escape attempts.
The goons opened the cell door and actually took her inside, setting her down gently on the floor....no, it was too soft to be a floor....where was she? She opened her eyes, but instead of seeing the cold dark walls of the cell, she saw the darkened shadow of what looked like....a bedroom?
One of the goons chuckled as he noticed her looking around. “You’re the favorite now little girl.” He said “Only the best for his favorites.” He headed for the door with his buddy in tow, stopping before the door was closed fully to add “Enjoy your night.” Then the door closed and she was alone.
It took her a while to get re-situated -longer than usual- get back into her own head, back to a place where she could once again comprehend all that was going on. Once she was able, she sat up in the bed and examined her new living space more thoroughly. There were no lights, no tables or furniture of any kind except for the bed and a small window, barred of course. She sighed favorite or not, she was still a prisoner and he was too careful to leave her any opening to escape with.
“I love you...”
Dean’s voice rang in her ears and caused her to close her eyes and take a deep breath. It was getting harder and harder to shake the things that monster would show her and with little to no break for her to regain complete composure over her own brain, the nightly adventures of her and ‘dream’ Dean had become the only thing she could think or dream about, reliving those moments over and over...
She cried out into the darkness of the room, swinging her fists and feet at her new bed furiously with no purpose other than to take her mind off, get some of the hopelessness and frustration out of her. Unfortunately, her little temper tantrum didn’t even manage to do that for her so, with one last pounding of her feet against the mattress, Jo stopped, and dropped back down on the mattress. As her body made contact with the mattress, she heard a small metal clang against the floor. She frowned and stuck her head over the edge of the bed to see a small metal spring now resting on the floor beneath her bed. She picked it up and moved back into a seated position on the bed, examining it and reasoning that it must have come loose from the bed during her mini tantrum. She stared at it for several minutes, trying to think what she could do with it to help in her escape, but everything she came up with fell flat. She didn’t have the strength to pull any of it off. Defeated, she fell back onto the bed and started at the dark ceiling.
“You’d rather have one of your random slut-bag damsels in distress?”
“Not in a million years.”
She squeezed her eyes shut again and clenched her fists, the spring poking into her hand slightly.
“I love you Jo...”
She squeezed her hands tighter, pain sprung from the one gripping the spring and her mind began to focus on that instead of her ‘dreams’ She raised her now bleeding hand and opens her palm to examine the wound. It wasn’t very big or life threatening, superficial at best and as the pain began to fade away, she felt her most recent ‘dream’ begin to return to her thoughts.
No, she wasn’t going to let this happen she couldn’t get sucked in again, wouldn’t be the favorite...if pain was the only way to end this, then she had to make herself feel pain.
She brings the sharp end of the spring up to her arm and takes a deep breath, biting her lip as she pushes it into her skin. Tears began to form in her eyes as she began to drag it down the length of her arm blood flowing freely now. She managed to get all the way to the bend on the underside of her elbow before her hand began to shake and her eyes began to droop. She was tired; the loss of blood on top of the events of the past few, however long she had been in this hellhole had drained her of her energy. The spring falls from her grasp, slipping through her bloodied fingers and dropping to the floor with a soft clang.
Jo’s eyes closed slowly, and for a minute, she wondered where he was, and hoped that he would be there for her mother; she was going to need someone else to keep her grounded now...
As always, comments, questions, concerns always welcomed and rewarded with cookies :D
Title: Trapped -Part 5
Author:
Fandom: Supernatural
Subject/Paring: Jo, Jo/Dean
Rating: FRT for possible language and adult situations (you know how my fics get)
Disclaimer: Not affiliated, don't own, blah blah blah. Just me getting me emo-ness muses out in the open :)
**This Chapter has some super darkness to it.....sorry :-s**
Spoilers: None :D
Summary: Jo meets a new situation that opens the door for her way out.
“I love you Jo...” his strong voice whispered into the darkness, voice slightly strained though Jo knew he wasn’t complaining.
“You love me huh?” she asked him as he squirmed below her.
“Oh hell yes...” he replied as he sucked in a deep breath to keep his composure.
“Mmmm.” She purred “Call the papers, the big bad Dean Winchester has lost his heart to a woman.” She bent down and kissed him softly, then added “Stop the presses.”
“I think almost everything is digital now.” He replied, the gruffness returning to his voice a little “No presses to stop.”
She smiled and kissed him again as she kept him pinned below her. “Guess I will have to get myself one of those social networking sites, the people deserve to know.”
“Is that right?” he asked, a smirk appearing on his handsome face “Whatever happened to word of mouth? I was under the impression that how hunter’s work....”
“Usually...” she replied as she leaned down closer to him once more “Only my mouth is a little busy at the moment...” she kissed him again, a kiss which he eagerly returned.
When their lips parted, he chuckled slightly and she frowned down at him. “What’s so funny?” she asked
“Nothing.” He replied with a shake of his head “Just never thought I’d have this, any of this it’s a little trippy you know? I mean, I never even considered the possibility that I would spend more than one night with a chick let alone fall for one. It’s a little surreal; especially considering the one I ended up falling for was you.”
She frowned down at him and cocked her head to the side, raising her eyebrows in curiosity “And what’s so wrong with me?” she asked, slipping in a (fake) angry tone “You’d rather have one of your random slutbag damsels in distress?”
He laughed again and shook his head. “Not in a million years.” He replied, amusement in his voice. He leaned up and kissed her passionately, then took a hold of her and without warning, flipped them both so she was now under him. “Though your pinning could use some work.”
She grinned up at him and without a word, kicked his legs off of her with enough force to catch him off balance and send him tumbling to the floor, quickly following him with a roll and once landed, she once again had him pinned. She continued to grin -this time down at him- “What was that you were saying?” she asked innocently.
“That friggen hurt!” he said with a frown as he struggled below her to no effect.
“Maybe.” She replied as she leaned down closer to him “But you loved every minute of it.”
He grinned again “I love you.”
Suddenly, there was a blinding white flash, Jo cried out and grabbed on to Dean but it was too late. The dimly lit room of her tormentor appeared, and she heard him cackling above her.
“A pleasure as always Miss Harvelle.” He purred into her ear “Until tomorrow...” He motioned for his goons to take her and as they dragged her back to her cell, she was barely coherent, barely able to process where she was. These ‘sessions’ had been taking more and more out of her every time she did them, she barely had the strength to stand anymore let alone make any escape attempts.
The goons opened the cell door and actually took her inside, setting her down gently on the floor....no, it was too soft to be a floor....where was she? She opened her eyes, but instead of seeing the cold dark walls of the cell, she saw the darkened shadow of what looked like....a bedroom?
One of the goons chuckled as he noticed her looking around. “You’re the favorite now little girl.” He said “Only the best for his favorites.” He headed for the door with his buddy in tow, stopping before the door was closed fully to add “Enjoy your night.” Then the door closed and she was alone.
It took her a while to get re-situated -longer than usual- get back into her own head, back to a place where she could once again comprehend all that was going on. Once she was able, she sat up in the bed and examined her new living space more thoroughly. There were no lights, no tables or furniture of any kind except for the bed and a small window, barred of course. She sighed favorite or not, she was still a prisoner and he was too careful to leave her any opening to escape with.
“I love you...”
Dean’s voice rang in her ears and caused her to close her eyes and take a deep breath. It was getting harder and harder to shake the things that monster would show her and with little to no break for her to regain complete composure over her own brain, the nightly adventures of her and ‘dream’ Dean had become the only thing she could think or dream about, reliving those moments over and over...
She cried out into the darkness of the room, swinging her fists and feet at her new bed furiously with no purpose other than to take her mind off, get some of the hopelessness and frustration out of her. Unfortunately, her little temper tantrum didn’t even manage to do that for her so, with one last pounding of her feet against the mattress, Jo stopped, and dropped back down on the mattress. As her body made contact with the mattress, she heard a small metal clang against the floor. She frowned and stuck her head over the edge of the bed to see a small metal spring now resting on the floor beneath her bed. She picked it up and moved back into a seated position on the bed, examining it and reasoning that it must have come loose from the bed during her mini tantrum. She stared at it for several minutes, trying to think what she could do with it to help in her escape, but everything she came up with fell flat. She didn’t have the strength to pull any of it off. Defeated, she fell back onto the bed and started at the dark ceiling.
“You’d rather have one of your random slut-bag damsels in distress?”
“Not in a million years.”
She squeezed her eyes shut again and clenched her fists, the spring poking into her hand slightly.
“I love you Jo...”
She squeezed her hands tighter, pain sprung from the one gripping the spring and her mind began to focus on that instead of her ‘dreams’ She raised her now bleeding hand and opens her palm to examine the wound. It wasn’t very big or life threatening, superficial at best and as the pain began to fade away, she felt her most recent ‘dream’ begin to return to her thoughts.
No, she wasn’t going to let this happen she couldn’t get sucked in again, wouldn’t be the favorite...if pain was the only way to end this, then she had to make herself feel pain.
She brings the sharp end of the spring up to her arm and takes a deep breath, biting her lip as she pushes it into her skin. Tears began to form in her eyes as she began to drag it down the length of her arm blood flowing freely now. She managed to get all the way to the bend on the underside of her elbow before her hand began to shake and her eyes began to droop. She was tired; the loss of blood on top of the events of the past few, however long she had been in this hellhole had drained her of her energy. The spring falls from her grasp, slipping through her bloodied fingers and dropping to the floor with a soft clang.
Jo’s eyes closed slowly, and for a minute, she wondered where he was, and hoped that he would be there for her mother; she was going to need someone else to keep her grounded now...
As always, comments, questions, concerns always welcomed and rewarded with cookies :D