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You’ve met this kind man wearing a trench coat in a bar, you’ve chatted a few minutes and you’ve went to the restroom. You didn’t even notice the guy following you – and within the blink of an eye you’re standing on shaky legs in an exclusive looking hotel suite – “Kingdom of heaven” you read on a bill of fare – or whatever this piece of paper is – on the table next to you. No hotel in your town bears this name. Where the fuck are you?
“What the hell!” You scream, looking horrified to the guy in the trench coat.
“I’m sorry,” he states, “Dean, this is (Y/N).”
Dean? You turn around, clapping eyes on a guy in his late 20s, early 30s maybe.
“Hi,” he greets, giving you a half smile, “Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you.”
“How did I get here? Where am I? What the fuck is going on?”
“Exactly this,” your bar pickup explains cryptically.
“Exactly what?”
“Intercourse.”
“Beg your pardon?” You fumble for your cell phone in your pocket – you’re gonna call the police, immediately.
“This is the right word, isn’t it?” The trench coat guy looks confused whilst your horror reaches new, unknown peaks.
“This wasn’t helpful, Cas!” Dean hisses and you notice your cell phone is dead.
“Sorry.”
You see a two-wing door on your right and take the only chance you have. To your amazement Dean and Cas – if this is his name – do not move, not one step. Three seconds later you know why. The door is locked. Of course. You bang your fists against the wood, screaming for help. Anyone in this fucking hotel has to hear you.
“Uhm, Dean?” You hear Cas’ voice over your pleading for help.
“(Y/N)! Stop it! There’s no one behind this door. Let me explain, okay?” Dean shouts and you turn around.
“I have to go. The phone is connected to Sam’s mobile,” Cas says and vanishes into thin air.
“What kind of drug he gave me?” You sob, beginning to doubt your own sanity.
“No drugs. I swear. I’m gonna explain, okay? But I want you to sit and breathe. You’re not going to believe me anyway but I’ll try to sort the things out for you.”
“I want to go. Now.”
“Me too. But we both can’t. I’m trapped here, just as you are.”
“What about the windows?” You ask feeling your fighting spirit growing.
Carefully, holding a safe distance to Dean, you go to the panorama windows. It’s just glass. No window handle. An outlook on a forest. Shit.
“Can’t be opened, can’t be smashed. Not here, not in the bathroom or in the bedroom.”
“How did the guy vanish? Is this a kind of “Saw”-Scenario?”
Dean chuckles and shakes his head. “Not this worse. But worse enough. Sit down, I’ll tell ya.”
You take a seat at the dining table, caressing the dark, smooth wood. Dean takes a deep breath.
“I’m Dean Winchester.”
“You said this already. And? What now? Should I know you from TV or anything?”
“No. You could but I’m glad you don’t. Cas – the guy in the trench coat who brought you here – is an angel.”
“Sure!” You hiss derogatory and roll your eyes.
Dean gives a shrug as he would have known your reaction. “The thing is ... we’re here for plan B to save the world.”
“Did you talk with a doctor about your exuberant fantasies?”
“My brother Sam is working on plan A. To prevent us of plan B.” Dean continues unimpressed.
“And what is plan B?” You have to ask, just to distract yourself from the panic you feel.
You’re locked in here with a goddamn psychopath! As Dean doesn’t answer you make a sarcastic suggestion: “They’re going to sacrifice us and some other virgins and 66 little lambs on an altar of insanity?”
“It’s a little bit too late for virginity, as for me. What about you?”
“None of your business. Plan B includes what? Could you be so kind and go on, I wanna get outta here very soon!”
“Uh, we will stay here for weeks. Or months. Unless Sammy finds a good plan A.”
“What???” You’re screaming again and Dean raises his hands in a calming gesture.
“Shhh. Breathe.”
“Okay, okay! Plan B. Go on!”
“Did you ever see Terminator?”
“A hundred times. Why?”
“Uhm,” Dean clears his throat, “You’re Sarah Connor. Somehow. And I’m Reese. Somehow. Uhm ... I have ... I have to knock you up.”
“What?” Your voice is just a whisper and you can’t believe what this lunatic tells you. Angels, Terminator, getting pregnant by this guy – that’s too much. Way too much. More than you can handle.
“We’ve got time, okay? That’s why Cas brought you here. We get to know each other, we have a few months.” He breathes deeply before he goes on: “There’s a prophecy. It says, in simple words: If there’s a new savior born into this world you’ll be his mother. Okay? And he or she will be born in 13 months from now on. So, we’ve got time. Time to figure out another plan. And if damn plan A doesn’t work we already know each other for a few weeks and you had enough time to get used to ... to the thought of me fu ... making love to you.”
“I don’t want to get pregnant. I will never ever be part of this plan. No. Way. Got me? Let me go.”
“That’s beyond my power, I’m sorry.”
“Whose idea is this insanity?”
“Cas’. And my idea was to bring you here right now. Cas and his brothers actually planned to bring you here on the day of your ... uhm ... ovulation. But I refused to rape you, you know? I’m good with plan B, but only if you ... comply.”
“So you’re kind of a voluntarily prisoner?”
“Yeah.”
“Why me? And you?”
“I don’t know. But I dealt long enough with these angel and demon riff-raff to know that I barely have a choice.”
“Demon?”
“Don’t ask. You don’t wanna know. Not yet.”
“I don’t believe one single word of all this shit. I want to go. Right now.”
Dean shrugs and points to the door: “It’s locked.”
You stand up and case the place thoroughly. It’s really impressive. Very luxury. A big living room, a really romantically furnished bedroom with a four-poster bed and a bathroom with whirlpool and knobs on. And it’s still so wrong to be here. But Dean’s right: No way out. All is locked. After being back in the main room you go carefully to the phone and pick the earphone. Dean doesn’t bother to stop you. He sits on the couch and watches you, that’s all.
“Dean?” A male voice asks, “I’m working on it, but I can’t work if you call me every hour.”
“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m kidnapped in a hotel named “Kingdom of heaven”. Would you please call the police and send them to ... to ...” You send a horrified look to Dean and he shakes his head.
“We’re nowhere where the police can find us, (Y/N).”
“Hi, (Y/N). Sam Winchester here,” the guy on the phone says, “I guess Dean’s right. Believe him, okay? He speaks the truth.”
“That’s bullshit!” You scream, “Are you completely mad?”
“No, I’m not. Sorry. I’m working on a solution. I promise. Stay strong.”
The connection breaks and you burst into tears. You take a seat at the dining table and scream in horror as a complete dinner, including candle light and champagne, appears out of the thin air.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Do you believe me now? They feed us four times a day. It’s really good, I’m here since breakfast.”
“Maybe this is the way they drug you, Dean. Making you believe in this stupid story.”
“No. Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not drugged. Drunk sometimes, but no drugs. Champagne?”
You shake your head und Dean sighs: “Can I have a beer? I’m not really a fan of sparkling luxury lemonade. As you know for sure, Cas.”
Out of nothing a bottle of beer appears and Dean nods in approval.
“There! Thanks.”
He takes a sip and rubs over his face: “Eat. It’s okay, really.”
Carefully you smell on the mashed potatoes, the buttery peas and your piece of steak – fantastic.
“Come on,” Dean says between two mouthful and gestures with his fork, “Enjoy your meal.”
While you’re eating at least a bit you watch him closely. He seems quite normal, he’s surprisingly relaxed.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he says a few minutes later, helping himself to a piece of pie for dessert. “You can have the bedroom.”
“No”, a voice comes out of nowhere, “You both sleep in the bed.”
“Come on, Cas! We’ve got time, okay? No need to make her feel more uncomfortable than necessary. Give her a few nights to acclimatize.”
You give Dean a thankful look and he smiles encouragingly.
“You won’t rape me?” You whisper and he nods: “Never. If you don’t want me in a few weeks, we’ll need a plan C. Or an efficient plan A.”
“I’m on the pill.” You whisper, somehow eased.
“Not anymore, I guess. I don’t think you will find your pill in here. That would be highly antagonizing, don’t you think?”
“Oh shit,” you mumble and Dean shrugs, taking another sip of beer.
“In two or three days you’ll start bleeding and then ... nature takes it course.”
“Dean. Seriously, okay?”
“Sure. Go on.”
“What do I have to do to get outta here?” You ask, still avoiding begging.
“Getting pregnant with our baby.” He states, shrugging.
“Dean, please!”
“I don’t know another way. If you refuse to get pregnant you can leave after your fertile days in three or four months, I guess.”
“And if I get pregnant?” You don’t wanna think about it, but ... you wanna know.
“I guess you’ll stay here until the baby is born. And then ... I have no idea.”
“What about you? Will you stay here too?”
“No. After I shoot my load and knocked you up I’m pretty useless. I’ll go back in my life. Maybe I’m allowed to come back to see our baby once in a while. I really don’t know.”
“What if someone wants to kill the newborn savior?”
“You’re safe here. And the baby too.”
“Dean, please. Let me go. Please!”
Now you’re finally begging. But deep in you you already know it’s useless. Dean comes around the table and hunkers down next to your chair. His big warm hands taking your hands and he whispers comforting, soothing words. He waits patiently until you’re finished, until you have no more tears left.
“You’re not alone, okay? We’re becoming friends, we’ll talk a lot. Maybe we’re falling in love. It’s okay. No enforcement, no pressure. We’re doing this together. We’ll stay the course. For now we’re an ... an apartment sharing community.”
“From an apartment sharing community to friends to lovers to parents.”
“That’s a plan, I guess,” he smiles and for the first time you notice how handsome the father of your baby is.
Oh, no. There must be something in the food. You can’t be serious!