Dean woke up the next morning in an uncomfortable
position. He found himself laying on the
dirty floor of a jail cell. His hands
were manacled to the barred door. The
place was filthy. A bunk was against the
wall with an ancient mattress on it. His
mouth was dry and he ached all over.
Blinking his eyes, he stared around the small room,
trying to remember what had happened.
Suddenly, he remembered the dark shadow, Garth leaving,
and Sam suggesting they make a lot of noise to scare away the bear
.
Everything happened so suddenly he wasn’t sure it all
had really happened. He and Sam made a
lot of noise with everything they had on them.
There were shouts from the different cabins in the area and people came
running.
The dark shadow had come down the path and Sam backed
up. Dean remembered turning and being
grabbed by the ‘bear’ who turned out to be the biker chick in baby doll
pajamas. His flash light on her showed
more then he wanted to see. The pajamas
were very sheer.
“Sam!” he yelled when the several men jumped him. Sam ran forward to stop the attack when Garth
grabbed him and dragged him away.
“It won’t help.
They’re stoned, Sam.”
Dean knew he had taken a beating and was taken to the
small holding cell and manacled to the door.
What he couldn’t remember was what happened with the biker chick who had
come in behind them.
“Please God, nothing happened,” he murmured in a panic
as his memory slowly returned. The
thought of the sheer baby dolls and the tattoos made him ill. He couldn’t remember.
“Awww, man,” he whispered.
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