I See You

Damien

"We only have each other, just you and me.

     What are we gonna do?"

           _____________________

"Annnnd....you're good as new!" Fiery hair and grass-colored eyes.

Amelia couldn't be bothered to acknowledge the nurse that came in to take her bandages off nor look down at her body, afraid of what she might see.

It had been three weeks since her...testing but Amelia still felt the same as she did in that room.

Scared, Sad......Lost

Every night, she'd fall asleep and dream about happiness, only to have it destroyed by the one person that she thought wanted her.

Dean

She didn't even know who he was anymore.

Her doctor, her lover, her friend, or her killer?

As the days went by, it was clear that in her own mind, he was all of the above.

    Perhaps, he was only a fragment of her imagination.

It wasn't rocket science that she was mad now, in fact, Amelia decided to embrace her "madness" and accept that this was her life now and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

"Breakfast is in 10 minutes, I'll be back for ya alright darlin'?"  Amelia was brought back to reality and noticed her nurse for the day was already at the door, about to leave. She let her eyes wander down to her name tag that sat perfectly on her chest.

Amelia managed to give the woman a small smile.

"Okay Sally," She said but the nurse waved her hand at her

"Oh please! Calm me, Sal"

•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•

Breakfast

After Sally had left Amelia at the canteen, the girl remained frozen in the same spot, too afraid to move for the memories of the last time she were here, clouded her mind. So much so that she didn't realize there was another soul right in front of her waving her hand frantically.

Like a camera, Amelia focused on the person and was met with a smile

"Hi stranger"

Damien

Amelia remembered the crazed man and wanted to step back but seeing as stepping back would set him off, she smiled lightly instead.

"Hello yourself" and just like that, the pair began walking to their signature table.

Amelia's fingers were well healed by now, most of her body was, except for an occasional sore here and there, she was good but that didn't stop Damiens inquisitive self.

He cleared his throat and scratched his neck awkwardly "I-I heard about what happened...." He trailed off but decided to continue when he didn't get a reaction from the girl before him

"If you wanna tal-"

"No, actually, I wouldn't like to talk about it Damien because that memory is one I would love to forget, talking about it will only keep it etched at the back of my head"

Rude, some would call her response but caring about her choice of words was the last thing on Amelia's mind.

Damien averted Amelia's piercing gaze.

He was simply trying to converse with her before he told her what he had in mind but he now realized conversing about the time she was tortured was not the best topic.

He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly "The truth is..." he paused, contemplating his thoughts.

Was she ready to hear all of this?  How would she take it? Would she think he was mad like the rest of them did?

As the thought swarmed Damien's thoughts, Amelia only stared at the man seated before her with confusion

What could he possibly want? Why does he always want to talk to me? Aren't I just a regular mad person? Maybe he's one of the men whose voice I heard from the speaker when I was bound in that room.

Amelia was so consumed in her thought she didn't hear Damien's voice calling out her name.

Her eyes were focused on him once more but she didn't say anything, only watched as he placed both elbows on the canteen table and leaned forward.

"I think we can escape," he said "Actually get out of here"

Amelia watched as he spoke, noticing his eyes darting from left to right, possibly checking if his incredulous outspoken thought had been heard.

The girl leaned forward, mirroring his actions, and whispered so only he could hear

"You must be mad" Damien's eyes went wide as he watched the girl lean back and shrug

"Do you not want to get out of here?" He asked her

Without a doubt, she did but at what cost?

Surely there was a price to pay for every action.

"I do" she answered him simply and just as he was about to speak, she added

"But at what cost? This place" she gestured with her hands as her eyes roamed the white walls that held them hostage "it's impossible to get out of. We could die and the last thing I want is to die with someone like you, you're probably going to have another episode again"

Damien's brows scrunched together "Episode?"

Amelia rolled her eyes and folded her arms

"You can't be serious," she said, finding it hard to believe that the man before her couldn't possibly remember the episode he had the last time they were in here.

When she saw he was still bewildered, she spoke

"The last time we were in here, we were having a conversation like so, then all of a sudden, you went bananas, screaming at the top of your lungs, saying the people in this place were here.......to control us?" She finished off slowly hoping to jog his memory but Damien's face was unreadable

He finally spoke

"Amelia....that never happened" he stated simply

The girls eyes went wide and she scoffed

"You can't be serious right now?" Damien didn't say anything, afraid any word he might utter might cause a negative chain reaction "You?!....you had two nurses on you, they had to drag you out, there was even an old lady that was screeching!" 

Amelia wanted to rip her hair out. Damien noticed the upcoming frenzy she was about to go in and held her hand comfortingly.

"Amelia, listen to me" but the girl just kept moving her eyes in all different directions. "Amelia," he said more sternly and gave her hand a bit of a squeeze

The girl finally looked at him and she dragged her hand back.

"Even if there was a way to get out of here....why would you want me to come with you?"

The question definitely caught Damien off guard because a good five minutes of him absentmindedly picking at his nails and shifting his gaze everywhere else but at Amelia.

His mind was racing, whether to tell her or not

He decided on the latter, it was safer

"I-" it came out scruffily so he cleared his throat "I just think you and I have a lot in common"

Amelia had her eyes in slits as she observed the man in front of her.

He's mad, she thought to herself but as she continued to study him she realized....so was she

"Aside from the fact that we're both mad?" Damien almost flinched at the overly sweet yet sarcastic tone that laced her voice

Amelia rested her head on her palms "Tell me...Damien, what it is that we have in common because last I checked, I was the one who lost all her fingernails and had various cuts and bruises littered across my body as I watched the one person I lo-" Tears had spilled from her eyes and they continued to stream down her face, she couldn't finish her story.

Damien held her hand and gave it a light squeeze

"We're both trying to escape" The girl looked up at Damien and they held each other's gaze.

She didn't need to know his story, he didn't need to know hers, all that mattered was the comfort the pair now shared.

Amelia's tears had stopped but her eyes remained puffy and red with a little sniffle here and there that would follow.

All the while, the wardens and patients came and went but no one dared to bother the girl that sat alone with a tear-stained face, talking to herself.

⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️

Positive

It's f*****g positive!

I threw the pregnancy test against the wall and furiously ran my hands through my hair, I stared at myself in the mirror and saw my tears had already run down my face.

Fuck!!

What is he going to say??

I closed the toilet and sat on it, putting my face in my palms.

One job Amelia, just one

Don't get pregnant and what did you do? Exactly that

Fuck, f**k, Fuck

How do I even begin to tell-

"Lia?!" Oh my God "Lia I'm home, the guys and I have been invited to a gala, some Trading business called Forex required my presence and I thought,well, why not?"

I stepped out of the bathroom to see him shrugging his blazer off on the bed

"That sounds lovely, I hope you have fun" Dean turned around to face me and his facial expression went from elated to worrisome

"Baby, have you been crying?" He asked and the question alone begged me to tear up again right there and then

"Is it that obvious?" I asked with a fake pout

"Well" he began and cradled my face in between his hands "aside from the fact that your eyes are puffy, you always have your liner on, now you don't, you only take it off when you're about to sleep. It's just 2pm, what's wrong Amelia?" He lifted his fingers and wiped a tear that slipped

I started sobbing fully and he pulled me into his chest and rubbed my back

"Baby, baby, shhh it's okay, please calm down and tell me what happened" My sniffles subsided and as I pulled away from him, my eyes stayed glued to the floor and I fiddled with the ends of my jumper.

"I-it's just....Crowley didn't deserve to die!" His hold on me loosened and he took a step back to look at me

"Are you serious?" He asked with a dead look

I nodded, allowing my 4b hair to fall in my face. Dean heaved an audible sigh and ran his hand through his hair

"Lia, you've seen Supernatural three times, back to back, how are you still moved by a fictional characters death?" I gasped at his words and ran to him, catching him off guard as he fell on the bed, landing on his back with me following, landing in a position that wasn't the most comfortable.

"Dean Anderson, show some respect, Crowley was, is, the king of hell and he bent a lot of rules for those Winchesters" I ended with a 'humph' and folded my arms as I looked away from him

Deans hands traced my thighs and I looked back at him slowly, his shirt was unbuttoned just past his midriff and the sun chose the right time to hit his silver rose necklace l, causing it to glimmer.

"At least I'm here aren't I?" He said and I met his eyes and smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned down and hugged him.

"Yes you are and I couldn't have it any other way"

His hand snaked under my jumper and rubbed my bare back, the action erupted a small hum from me, and then I was brought back to the present.

The baby

I have to get rid of it. Do I tell Dean?

"Lia?" Dean called and I only hummed to let him know I could hear him "I love you, you know that right?"

I sat up, my legs still on each side of his frame and my hands touched his face

"Of course baby, I love you too." I paused for a bit "why the sudden confession?" I asked

His eyes and hands were back on my thighs again and he shrugged "I don't know, sometimes, sometimes I feel like I need to remind you."

"Why would you need to remind me?" I asked as my fingers traveled south and continued unbuttoning his shirt

"I think about us, call me crazy but I think about losing you and how my life would be if that were to ever happen" I felt my heart drop

I feel worse

My hands pushed his white dress shirt back and he lifted his body off the bed a bit so I could take it off completely

"Don't think like that okay love? I'm not going anywhere, I never will. I'm always going to be right here, right by your side, trust me" I assured and he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me close so our foreheads touched

"Promise?" He asked and it took everything in me not to cry there and then

Lies ruin relationships...always but I couldn't afford to let him find out about this child so I pushed my guilt away and kissed Dean swiftly.

"Promise"

⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️

              Don't even tell me, I know, it's a shitty chapter but things are getting pretty heated and possibly                                                                   more confusing from here...teehee

.

Also what signs do you think Dean and Amelia fall under??? Drop it in the comments

.

I hope y'all love the story so far because I do

.

Till next time babes