Dean had his hands on her ass, holding her as he built up a steady rhythm. Lisa's hair brushed across his chest and face as she moved. She flipped it to the side and leaned down for a kiss. He dug his fingers in tighter as he felt his release coming. She pulled back from him and looked at him oddly.
"Where is Tanya?"
The words came out of Lisa's mouth, but it wasn't Lisa's voice. It caught Dean so off guard that he stopped mid-thrust, gasping. "Who?"
Lisa tilted her head to the side. "Tell me who Lisa is."
Dean quickly let go of her and looked around the bedroom. He frowned up at her. "Who are you?"
"Maybe a change of venue would help."
There was a flash of light and Dean found himself sitting in a booth at a diner, a cup of coffee before him. There was a woman seated across from him who looked like a classic Greek. She wore a white, flowing, toga-like dress with gold leaf clasps at the shoulders. Her hair was drawn up on top of her head with curly wisps hanging down from it here and there.
Dean jerked at the sudden change of surroundings. "Who are you? Where are we? What the hell is going on?"
"You can call me Athena. We are right here. We are having a nice talk."
"Athena. THE Athena?" Dean squinted at her.
"What, that spoiled bitch? No. I've just always liked the name."
"What do you want?"
"Just what I said. Tell me who Lisa is."
Dean frowned. Why would an apparent Greek God, albeit a lesser one, care who Lisa was? Not wanting to piss off a god, though, he decided a simple answer was best. "She's a girl I met a long time ago at a biker bar. We hit it off, spent the weekend together, and then went our separate ways. Now, where's Sam?"
"Tell me more."
Dean clenched his jaw, the tendon at the side twitching. "Where's Sam?"
She sighed and waved her hand dismissively. "Off doing whatever it is Sam does. I don't know. Now, tell me more."
"There's nothing more to tell." For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why she cared so much and, honestly, he wasn't about to bear his soul to her either.
"You're lying to me."
Dean sighed. "Listen, it didn't work out. That happens. We moved on."
Athena regarded him for a moment and took a sip from her own coffee cup.
"What do you want with me?" Dean was getting frustrated. He wanted answers or to move on from this idle chit chat.
"No. No answers for you yet. I want to know the rest about Lisa."
Dean let go of another sigh and turned to look out the window next to them.
Athena set her cup down with a loud rattle. "Fine. Change of venue."
Flash of light and a new setting again. This time Dean was in a dark chamber. There was a faint light directly above that allowed him to see a foot or so around himself. His wrists were bound and strung up above his head. He was barefoot and the floor was cold and damp. In fact, other than his jeans, all his clothes were gone.
"Getting kinky, now, Athena."
A meaty fist came out of the dark and connected with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Dean scanned the area around him and could hear someone breathing nearby. "Athena, what the hell do you want with me? Surely not idle chit chat about past girlfriends."
"I told you. I want Tanya back."
"And I told you I don't kn-" A fist nailed him in the back. Dean grunted and spun around.
"But in the meantime, you can tell me more about Lisa."
"There's nothing more to say." Dean kept looking around trying to see anyone.
Athena's voice came out of the dark in front of him. "Why are you lying to me?" She slowly materialized out of the dark.
"I'm not lying. There's nothing to talk about! What are you? Freaking Dr. Phil?" Another fist to his mid section.
"Damn it! Fine!" Before he could take a breath to continue he was back in the diner. He looked around, thrown off by the sudden switch.
With an exasperated sigh Dean continued. "Sam was going to be going away sort of against his will. He made me promise to settle down. So I found Lisa and we hooked back up. We lived together, her, me, and her kid, for about a year. I got a normal nine to five and lived the apple pie life. When Sam came back I got dragged back into the family business again. Lisa and I tried to make it work with me being on the road. It didn't. We broke it off for good that time." Dean let out a shaky breath. "Happy now?" He hated thinking about Lisa. One of his biggest screw ups to date in his opinion.
"Still holding something back."
"You're full of shit."
"No. I think you are. You're so full of it, you can't see it." She took another calm, slow sip of her drink. "Tell me, Dean. Tell me that which you hold back from even yourself."
"I don't want to talk about it!" Dean pounded his fist on the table, making their cups bounce.
Athena let out a disappointed sounding sigh, there was a flash of light, and Dean was back to the dark room hanging from his wrists again.
Before he could even get his bearings, a fist came out of the dark, hitting him square in the jaw. The blow snapped his head to the side and Dean could taste blood. "Damn it! What do you want?!" Dean couldn't figure this one out. She said she wanted to know where Tanya was, but he couldn't think of any Tanyas. Even so, if she wanted this Tanya so bad, why did she keep harassing him about Lisa?
"I simply want you to answer my questions."
Dean spit some blood onto the floor. "Well since I don't know who Tanya is and you keep pestering me about Lisa, I have to assume they are connected in some way?"
"No. Not at all."
Dean growled a little under his breath. "Then what are you getting out of all of this?"
"Do not presume to think you can understand my purposes here, Dean."
Another punch came out of the dark, but Dean saw it at the last second and tried to turn away. The action caused him to spin and he took the punch painfully on his shoulder.
"Tell me the rest about Lisa."
"No! Damn it!"
"Oh, but you will. Everyone tells me what I need to hear."
Dean saw a little orange glow appear in the dark. As it got closer, he realized it was a glowing hot poker. The hand holding it had blood smeared on it and he assumed it was the same man who had been using him as a punching bag.
"Uh, okay now, Athena. No need to get your toga in a twist. What exactly about Lisa do you want to know that I haven't already told you?" Dean kept his eyes on the glowing tip of the rod in front of him, hoping he could talk his way out of this like he had so many other things before. Therefore, he never saw the incoming fist that rocked his head from the opposite side as before. "Shit." He spit more blood, this time aiming for his attacker who stuck to the shadows.
"Tell me Dean."
The poker moved closer. "Okay, okay!" With a heavy sigh, Dean told her what he hoped she wanted to hear. "I was never good enough for her! She deserved better. I had almost constant nightmares. I spent my days worrying that my past would catch up to me and she and her kid would get caught up in it all. Then I spent my nights drinking. When I did come home, I was often drunk, but she sat me at their dinner table and she loved me in spite of how messed up I was."
The glowing poker moved closer and Dean tried to talk faster, hoping that if the words just tumbled out of his mouth fast enough, he wouldn't have time to think about what he was actually saying.
"After Sammy came back, things didn't work out, and we broke it off. I thought we were done but those damn demons-" The poker hit his ribs and the pain was white hot. "Agh! You bitch!" A tear slid down his face, but he knew it wasn't because of any physical pain.
"Let that be an object lesson, Dean. I take our little talks very seriously and when I ask a question, I expect a full and honest answer. Now... where were you? Damn demons? Please continue."
Dean clenched his jaw, his breath hissing through his teeth.
"Yeah, yeah. Um... demons. They got her and the kid and tried using them as leverage against me. I eventually got them back, but Lisa..." Dean closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. That was a mistake, because behind his eyelids, he could clearly see Lisa lying in that damn hospital bed.
Athena cleared her throat. "Lisa got hurt real bad and she wasn't going to make it. I know some people and, well, this one guy healed her up, good as new. He also messed with their minds and they no longer remember who I am. That's for the best." His voice trailed off.
"See? Was that really so hard?" Athena let out a shuddering sigh. "Dean I look forward-"
Dean gasped as he woke up. That had to have been the worst dream he's had in forever. He looked around and didn't recognize his surroundings. In fact, he was having trouble remembering how he got here at all. He was lying on a pathetically thin mattress on the floor. He was caged, the dimensions barely big enough for two of him to lie side by side. The bars of the cage stretched up into the dark beyond a bright light. He sat up and got a searing pain in his side for his efforts. He lifted his shirt and glanced down to see what was causing the pain. There on his left side was a cauterized wound. "Shit. No. No way." He stood up, sucking in a breath at the pain.
Thinking about his dream, he felt his face and mouth. There was a small spot of dried blood at the corner of his mouth. This didn't bode well. Something weird as fuck was going on and he had no clue what it was.