Dean Winchester is a monster.
Of course, I hadn't always believed that. Dean was sweet and caring.
But something has changed. He is ice cold inside. His eyes....His eyes are black.
Dean Winchester....is a demon.
"Emma?" Castiel called out for me.
I blinked a couple times as he came into view. "Where am I?"
"I took you to the hospital. I found you in the bedroom...You were pretty torn up." He said.
I looked down at my body. I was covered in bruises. My neck was extremely sore.
"The doctors said you had a couple broken ribs and wrist and your elbow were both broken. Do you remember what happened?"
It was foggy but how could I forget. It was Valentine's Day. Dean had taken me out for a romantic evening at a really fancy resturaunt. He had gone to the bathroom and when he came back, he took my wrist and demanded we go home.
When we got there, I was forced onto the bed by something I was sure wasn't human anymore. He tore my clothes off with rage. I prayed this was just a dream...but I was wide awake. Dean smiled and blinked hard. I was then staring right into his deep black eyes.
It was no mystery. I remembered what he did clearly.
"Dean...raped me." I said.
