Married to a Moose (a supernatural imagine fanfic)

Chapter 8- The Rescue

You awake from the unconsciousness you had slipped back into with the demon hovering over you. He has a knife in his hand. "My little princess is finally awake." He mocks. You spit in his face, which causes him to use the knife on you. He makes a slash at your chest, and you whimper in pain as the knife makes contact with your skin. It wasn't deep enough to kill you, but it definitely hurt.

"Dean!" Sam shouts. "Dean!"
He slowly pulls himself out of unconsciousness. Despite being thrown against the wall, he didn't feel too bad. He looks around.

"Sam, we have to find her."

"I know Dean, we will."

They head back to the bunker, and start figuring out their next plan of action. Sam is looking on the laptop, and Dean is laying on the bed recuperating. Dean lets out a large sigh louder than intended. Dean is trying his best to hide his emotions from Sam, but clearly fails. "Dude, what's wrong? Did something happen while I was knocked out? You know, other than her getting kidnapped?" Don't even try to lie to me Dean.

"Fine. Yes, something happened. That demon told me that I wasn't good enough or strong enough to save her. I could have let the mark kick in and kill that friggin demon, but I restrained because it just makes everything worse. I could have stopped him and saved her, but I didn't." He says.

"Dean, don't be so hard on yourself. You don't know what the mark would have done. It might have made everything worse. You never know if you would have taken it too far. We'll find her and we'll save her. Have a little faith Dean. She's not totally helpless." Dean stays silent.

"So, where do you think she is?" Dean finally speaks up.

"My best guess would be the place where the demons and hellhounds were when you left."

"Yeah, that makes the most sense to me too. And Sam, I know I never told you enough... I'm sorry about that night."

"I know you are Dean, and plus, you don't ever have to say that. Not to me. You don't ever need to apologize."

"Now, let's get going Dean." They get in the impala and take the short trip to the old warehouse. Dean and Sam would never admit it, but being back there was really eerie.

(Back to you)

You are continuously falling in and out of consciousness due to losing blood so rapidly, and the intermittent torture this demon inflicts on you. He's just warming up his game so that he can kill the boys. You hear a loud cracking sound. The sound of splitting wood. In the light that makes its way through the wood door, you see them. Sam and Dean were here. They found you. The demon makes his way over to you once again. You thought to yourself "this is it. He's gonna kill me right here, and worst of all, Sam and Dean have to watch."

He stands behind you with a knife to your throat. As the boys inch closer, you feel the knife being pushed harder into your neck. They stop. "Hey! I'm the one you want. Let her go. You can kill me if you want, just let my brother and (y/n) go!"

"Fine. I never wanted her anyways. She's too easy. I want a fair fight between you and me." He shoves you forward while you're still in the chair. Sam rushes over and unties you. You're barely capable of walking, but you manage. Sam tries to lead you out of the building, but you stop as you get to the door. "Dean?"

"Yeah (y/n)?" He says with a hint of fear in his voice.

"I give you permission." You say, hoping he gets the hint, and you limp out with Sam.

Sam lays you down in the backseat of the impala, and checks on your wounds. "You ok (y/n)?"

"Yeah, my head hurts a lot, but I'm ok. Is Dean gonna be alright in there?"

"As long as he got your hint, I think so."

Sam gets the first aid kit he thought to bring out of the trunk, and starts applying gauze as a short fix until you could get back to the bunker and he could stitch you up. You manage to sit up, and anxiously watch the door to the building for Dean. You waited what seemed like forever, then you saw him.

He stepped out a couple of steps, before collapsing in a blood covered heap on the ground.

"Dean!" Sam shouts. He runs over to Dean, and carries him over to the impala. He's got a few large gashes, but nothing lethal. Sam applies gauze to Dean's wounds. Dean lays in the backseat with his head on your lap, and you hope he wakes up soon as you rush back to the bunker. You sit there for the short car ride back looking in his bruised and bleeding face. Although he was unconscious, he was still in pain and would occasionally toss and turn a little because of it. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, doing your best to soothe him. You hated seeing him like this. He was helpless and looked so innocent and vulnerable. It made you so sad... Seeing how sweet and vulnerable he really could be even though he tries to cover it every day. It made you see the strength he really had.