Abducted: Part Two SPN | Dean x Reader | Slow Burn

Chapter 42: Awkward And Unwanted Conversations

When Cass lowered his arm, you looked at him in confusion. Your shoulder certainly didn't feel better and you moved your arm to test it, only to feel the pain jolt down your arm like lighting. "Ow..." You hissed in pain before exclaiming. "It didn't work."

"I'm sorry glowworm... I haven't heeled it yet. I just wanted to see your last memories of Dean for myself..." His eyes showed that same pitiful look Sam had been giving you all morning and although you didn't need it, he clarified with, "I'm sure, Dean didn't mean what he said... Here."

And just like that, from the moment Cass mentioned Dean's name, your interest in the room and its inhabitants faded into nothing. All you could focus on was yourself and the memories that the angel had stolen from you. Your shoulder was healed and many words were exchanged but you barely registered any of it.

Something about Cass, the Impala and a low-Jack... Something about Charlie and the book... Something about Sam and Crowley... Something about you and staying put... Something about Dean...

"Are you pregnant?" Rowena's Scottish accent interrupted your thoughts from the table where she was still chained.

It took a few seconds for you to even acknowledge her presence and when you finally did, you were on the receiving end of a, "Well? Are you?"

"Am I what?" You asked confused.

"Are, you, pregnant?" She elongated her words in frustration.

"What?! No!... What makes you think that?" You replied horrified.

Rowena picked up a paper cup and took a long sip before choosing to answer your backfired question. "Well... You're obviously unwell and the Winchesters seem awfully protective of you. Plus you're also wearing that oversized cloak when it's certainly warm in here. So I naturally assumed you must be covering a wee bump."

"There's, no, bump under here!" You spat back as you placed both hands on your non pregnant tummy. If you had a bump, it was definitely a pizza or burger induced one, and not because you'd been knocked up. "I'm one hundred per cent, not pregnant!" You shuddered even speaking the word.

The witch's eyes narrowed at you in pity. "So you're barren then?"

"No!... At least I don't think so... I'm on birth control alright..." Jeez. Why were you even telling her that much? You should've just said no and not responded any further.

"Your Dean doesn't want children then?"

Your Dean? Fuck. Hold it together girl. This ain't the time for waterworks. "He's... He's not mine." You began before your own frustration took over. "Why are you even asking me this?"

Rowena took another sip out of the paper cup. "Just wanting to pass the time away while strapping Samuel kills my son..."

"Kills your son?!... Crowley?!" You cried, before calming down to realise that's what you were trying to recollect. "Sam's gone to kill Crowley..." You repeated.

"Were you not in the room just now when the adults were talking?... You're mighty distracted aren't you?... Something on your mind? You're worried about your Dean perhaps?"

That was the moment Rowena struck a cord and you snarled back. "I told you. He's not mine!..."

Rowena cocked an eyebrow at you, her delicate hands still holding her little paper cup. "Really? Because I seem to recall him being very protective and infatuated with you the last time we met... Is that why you're so sad and sickly? You're having troubles of the heart?"

You sighed. Was she ever going to let up on the questions? "I'm not sick anymore..."

"What? So it's not heartbreak I'm seeing in those eyes then?"