A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Waiting and waiting, it made the creature groan in frustration. Normally, he would've woken up the girl, but his partner needed to fall asleep. Her wounds should've exhausted her enough to where she would easily fall back asleep, but she hadn't, so he continued to swing his legs back and forth. The creature leaned back on his hands and listened to the soft sounds in the bedroom.

It had been a few hours since he had left his little helper in there alone. He hoped that soon she would succumb to sleep; he wanted to play with his victim already. Thankfully, the girl was still passed out in the chair. Her wrists looked horrid, but that only made him smile.

The creature supposed that the few extra hours had been helpful. He had been able to store things away. All of his food was in a wooden chest outside, and he had piled snow high in it to keep the food even cooler and preserve it better. (F/n)'s food remained inside since none of it really required refrigeration. It was mainly what he had heard humans call junk food. That made him wonder why it appealed to her at all, but he didn't question her about it. There were much more important matters at hand.

Haley was one of those, but he had trouble waiting for something else. Eventually, (f/n) would have to call out to him for aid. Her body wouldn't permit her to do otherwise, and that made his smile grow into an eager grin. That grin only became strengthened by the fact that he finally understood his actions towards (f/n). He loved her, and he would make sure to take care of her.

For Haley, that only created a far worse fate for her. He couldn't tolerate her insults towards his partner, or her continual blame of (f/n) for all of her problems. There was even the greater truth that she had attempted to kill (f/n). Her poor decisions added up to a dreadful total for her, and his nails tapped against the wood anxiously.

His ears listened, and he heard the light rustle of sheets in the other room. Was she still awake? Sighing, he jumped off of the table softly before he advanced towards the bedroom door. Quietly, he opened it and peeked inside. Beams of pale light shone on her. Her expression shifted into one of discomfort, and he closed the door a bit more. She relaxed some.

A smirk decorated his lips. She was asleep. Gently, he closed the door and returned his attention to Haley. He had left one item of his food out. The container rested on the table, and the meat had thawed out some more.

Going over to her, he looked over the pathetic girl's form. His nails lifted her chin up. The action wasn't caring in the slightest. No, that was reserved for (f/n). New beads of blood danced on his nail tips before they ran downwards and onto his hand. She didn't awake, though, so he applied a little more pressure to her skin.

Emitting a groan, she tried to shift her head away from him. All she did was cut herself. That caused her eyes to open. Another groan, lighter, escaped her as she gained her bearings. His eyes stayed on hers the entire time. When enough sleep finally left her, she jolted back. A sharp cry of pain exited her, and his left hand immediately covered her mouth. "Keep it down a little. (F/n) doesn't need to hear."

She mumbled something against his hand, but he didn't bother to remove it. "I'm sure that it's not important, so stop concerning yourself with her. She's no longer a part of your life." He stepped to the side some so that she could spot the container. "He still is, though, and I think that it's time that you become even more familiar with your boyfriend."

Immediately, she shook her head, but she stopped when her cheek pressed against his nails. His eyes gleamed as he pulled back his hand. "Don't worry. He probably won't taste as awful as you." Her orbs widened, and he cut her off before she could utter a word. "Oh, I'm not going to feed you yourself. A good idea, Haley, but I think that your boyfriend is enough." A giggle escaped him, and he waggled his index finger at her. "You can't be greedy here."

Revulsion fixed itself on her countenance. Another giggle left him. "Oh, I know that you would enjoy it. Trash like you loves to eat other garbage." He stepped away from her and snapped open the container. His stomach grumbled, and he forced himself not to take a bite.

"You haven't eaten (f/n) yet?" she remarked with mock surprise. His hands paused on the container. "You talked to her while I was out, right? I bet that you did. Did she refuse to give you some of her to keep up her act? Did she deny your feelings too?" The ridicule in her tone pestered him, and his hands tightened around the container.

"I did talk to her." He set down the container and peered back to her. "And, she helped me find my feelings. Annoyingly, you did too. I understand why I had saved her."

Laughing, Haley leaned her head forward. When her gaze met his again, gloating filled her dark blues. "She finally admitted to it, and you did too. I knew it; I knew ..."

No amusement crossed his face. He faced her fully. "No, you're still wrong. You're mind is still clouded by your stupidity." The creature leaned back on the table casually. "I love her, but she doesn't love me back. I've accepted that, and we've formed an agreement. Well, I have anyway. I'm her victim and protector." Pushing himself off of the table, he retrieved the container once more.

"What?!" she laughed out in disbelief. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Keep your voice down," he ordered as though he was scolding a disobedient child. "And, it makes perfect sense. Your inability to comprehend that she wants me dead is what's blinding you." A giggle parted from him. "Honestly, I'm in love with her, and I can even see that." He giggled again. "You're such a poor excuse for a human."

Anger burned in her eyes again. She desired to move her wrists and free them so that she could strangle the monster before her. Then, she would kill (f/n). Things would finally be somewhat right again, and she could lay Dean to rest like he deserved. (F/n) and the creature would finally pay for their hideous crimes. "I'm no such thing. (F/n) is."

Tilting his head to the side, he examined her like she was a new kind of animal. "Curious." He giggled and placed the lid on the table. His nails tapped against the plastic. "You really don't learn from your mistakes. It's quite ... fascinating." The creature repositioned his head and moved it forward. "... And, enraging." Venom tickled his voice.

"I thought that from last time you would learn not to insult her." A malicious grin painted his lips. "She's perfect." The creature closed the distance between them. His tall form towered over her sitting one. A gulp traveled down Haley's throat, but her eyes continued to possess flames in them. "Really, you need to lose that look. It's not going to save you."

Holding up the container, he giggled and shook it a little. The flesh inside slid around and hit the plastic sides. It was still somewhat frozen, but that would give it a nice crunch. At least to him, he never minded that. She might prefer warmer meat, but he wouldn't give her that luxury. Her confidence began to die down, and she eyed the container like it was a knife about to plunge into her heart.

"Ah, there you go!" he encouraged in a quiet shout, giggling all the more. "Lose that fire." His left index finger reached into the container and sliced across part of the flesh. A thin strip fell off from the rest. Haley tried to back up in her chair, and she held back a cry.

Lifting the strip up, he set the container down again before he took it into his right hand. He eyed the piece and giggled before he glanced to her once more. "Well, are you ready to have some food, human?" She shook her head, and he only giggled more. "Such a picky eater."

Moving it closer, he hung it a few centimeters from her lips. She shook her head more. "Please," she whispered. Tears started to collect around her eyes again before they dripped down her cheeks. He didn't answer. "Please, that's ..." The creature shoved it past her parted lips. Her eyes opened wide, and he held his hand against her mouth.

Horror raced across her expression, and she started to gag. "Chew," he ordered. She refused to, but the taste only grew more prominent in her mouth. "Chew, or it's only going to get worse," he pointed out, his voice taking on a sing-song quality. Her tears increased, but she continued to deny him. He was right, however. The warmth of her mouth was only unthawing the strip more.

Her teeth tried to bite him so that she could spit it out, but the taste kept her gagging. "You're really being foolish right now. Eat it. You're only causing yourself more suffering. I don't mind, but you should know that you're going to have several more bites today." He giggled. "You really pissed me off, so this isn't going to be easy for you in the slightest."

Absolute hate dominated her eyes, but she couldn't stop crying. She didn't wish to chew or swallow. It was so wrong. Mumbles streamed from her mouth. The creature didn't understand her one bit, but he figured that it was something about her boyfriend.

Another strong gag overtook her. Instantly, he withdrew his hand and jumped back. Vomit covered the floor in front of her. The strip lied in the middle of it. A displeased look crossed his face. "Now, that's vile." He sighed. "I'm starting to regret breaking both of your wrists. Now, you can't clean that up."