[JMM] Don't touch me
Dec. 5th, 2008 06:31 pm[Cowritten with
absit_omens. Dean’s not a member of the comm, but I crosspost anyway. I like having copies. Set after THIS. NSFW content and Season 4 spoilers.]
Don't touch me. Three little words that seemed to have complete power over her now. She'd been possessed by a demon, stripped of control over her body, and left for dead. Lamia tried to out her to Dean - the one man who didn't treat her as if she were fragile or damaged - after having broken her spirit. And so here she was, stripped down to the core under a blazing downpour in a crappy motel shower with her back to the wall. She'd been in there for almost forty-five minutes, broken and crying as she scrubbed her skin raw, fighting to get herself clean of all the invisible dirt she saw on her body. Eventually she gave up and slid to the floor as the water beat down on her and uneven chunks of what used to be her beautiful long brown hair littered the bathroom floor outside the shower. Lamia had broken her, and in a fit of near-psychotic breakdown she'd taken the switchblade she hid in her pants and shredded her hair because she couldn't stand the feel of it against her skin. It reminded her of too many raw wounds that had a long time to heal.
The door was left unlocked, however, and it was only a matter of time before one of the boys came in to find her - broken, raw, naked - under a pouring rain that was growing colder by the minute.
Dean was worried about her. Getting possessed was no walk in the park, and while Dean did blame himself somewhat for this -- he should have been thinking that he could have protected her. But for some reason, both he and Sam failed to think of her getting possessed, and he would take that on himself as his fault. She had been in there a bit longer than he was comfortable with, however, and after a while he felt that he should check on her. He slowly started to make his way to the door, before rapping on it lightly with his knuckles. "Anna?" he frowned. "You okay in there?"
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Don't touch me. Three little words that seemed to have complete power over her now. She'd been possessed by a demon, stripped of control over her body, and left for dead. Lamia tried to out her to Dean - the one man who didn't treat her as if she were fragile or damaged - after having broken her spirit. And so here she was, stripped down to the core under a blazing downpour in a crappy motel shower with her back to the wall. She'd been in there for almost forty-five minutes, broken and crying as she scrubbed her skin raw, fighting to get herself clean of all the invisible dirt she saw on her body. Eventually she gave up and slid to the floor as the water beat down on her and uneven chunks of what used to be her beautiful long brown hair littered the bathroom floor outside the shower. Lamia had broken her, and in a fit of near-psychotic breakdown she'd taken the switchblade she hid in her pants and shredded her hair because she couldn't stand the feel of it against her skin. It reminded her of too many raw wounds that had a long time to heal.
The door was left unlocked, however, and it was only a matter of time before one of the boys came in to find her - broken, raw, naked - under a pouring rain that was growing colder by the minute.
Dean was worried about her. Getting possessed was no walk in the park, and while Dean did blame himself somewhat for this -- he should have been thinking that he could have protected her. But for some reason, both he and Sam failed to think of her getting possessed, and he would take that on himself as his fault. She had been in there a bit longer than he was comfortable with, however, and after a while he felt that he should check on her. He slowly started to make his way to the door, before rapping on it lightly with his knuckles. "Anna?" he frowned. "You okay in there?"
( *** )
3603 words