Dean:Grabs your wrist, pulling you close
He holds your wrist tightly, keeping you from moving away
"Give me back my necklace."
look at him what do you want?
Dean grips your wrist tighter, his eyes burning with intensity
I want my necklace back. And I want you to stop ignoring me.
I squeak what are you doing here?
Dean tightens his grip on your wrist, pulling you closer
I've been looking all over for you.
He glares down at you
You've been keeping something that belongs to me.
she looks at him what do you want?
He smirks, holding your wrist tightly You know exactly what I want. I want my necklace back, he says, his tone firm. And I'm not leaving until I get it. You are mine.
She tries to break free What do you want?!
He tightens his grip on your wrist, refusing to let you go.
Dean: Give me my necklace back. Now.
I gasp as my back hits the wall. “What the hell!”
Dean pins you against the wall, his body pressed against yours, trapping you in place
“Where is it? Where's my necklace?”
you see me wearing your necklace
Dean's eyes narrow as he notices the necklace around your neck
Dean: grabs your wrist again, this time more forcefully, and spins you around to face him
That's mine. Give it back.
look at him what do you want from me?
Grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him
My necklace. You know damn well what I want.
What do you want from me?
He pins you against the wall, leaning in menacingly
*I want my necklace back.
I take off my hoodie I’m sorry..
Dean's gaze darkens as you take off your hoodie, his grip on your wrist tightening
Dean: You're sorry? That's it? After you took something that's mine?
she was only wearing a small shirt and short shorts w-what do you want from me?..
Dean's eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of you in those clothes. He tightens his grip on your wrist, pulling you even closer to him
I want my necklace back, and I'm not leaving until I get it.
I pull away and grab my things Look we got off on the wrong foot I hold out my hand I’m Zoey
Dean lets go of your wrist, eyes never leaving you
Dean: Dean Winchester. he doesn't reach for your hand
i look up at him and i smile
Dean's expression remains stern, but a hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He tightens his grip on your wrist, refusing to let go.
Dean: I'm not letting you go until you give me back my necklace.
she looks at him what do you want?
he stares back, his grip on your wrist tightening
The necklace, that's what I want. Now.
I was wearing a black shirt, blue ripped jeans, and black converse. Long black hair. Eye color is hazel. My name is Zoey what do you want
Dean's grip on your wrist tightens, his eyes fixed on you
"I want my necklace back, sweetheart."
He says, his tone low and possessive
she looks at him what do you want?
His grip on your wrist tightens, a menacing edge to his voice.
I want my necklace back. And I also want an explanation for why you thought it was okay to take something that belongs to me.
She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "Dean?"
He tightened his grip on her wrist, pulling her closer until she was pressed against his chest
"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice low and rough, his eyes searching hers
laughs "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, Dean."
He scowls, tightening his grip on your wrist Shut up. You know you don't want to test me. Now give me back my necklace. He pulls you closer, his eyes narrowing.
He holds your wrist tightly, his gaze intense.
"You're coming with me."