Married to a Moose (a supernatural imagine fanfic)

Chapter 16- Blood

A/N this is my story with my own ideas so just a warning, parts of this will not follow the show's details, so please don't comment that it's "inaccurate" or things of that sort. Thanks.

You had just gotten done on a hunt with the boys so you were all cooped up in some run down motel in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska while you waited for a new case. It was unusual. You hadn't had a case in several days. You knew something was going to happen. You just didn't know when or where.

Then, you heard a knock on the door of Dean's side of the adjoined room. You were in your side watching TV, and Sam and Dean were in the other doing some research. Occasionally they would holler to you through the door that connects the two rooms if they needed some help. Dean goes to answer the door, thinking it was the owner kicking you out for not paying yet. As soon as the door opened, Dean takes a strong punch to the face and falls to the ground. Four guys burst through the door, one grabbing Dean and forcefully restraining him.

The other two head for Sam. You get in front of them and try to hold them back, but you take a backhand to the face, then are restrained by one of them. You fight as much as you can to get away and save Sam, but he is too strong. One of the men holds Sam back, and the other pulls out a vile of some thick liquid that looks and smells like blood. Sam's pupils dilate and he keeps looking at you with sorry eyes.

"Oh Sammy." The man taunts. "Trying to fight what is just inevitable? Trying to hide your addiction from her?" He says gesturing at you. Sammy never told you about an addiction.

The man restraining him shoves Sam onto the bed with brute force and holds his head down. He forces Sam's mouth open as he whips around and thrashes trying to keep his mouth closed. The other man forces his legs and arms down and takes off the cap to the vile. He dumps the thick liquid down Sam's throat. He is gagging and gasping for air and has no way of getting it out of his throat and is forced to swallow.

Both men get up. "You can let the other two go now. They aren't strong enough to handle him. We'll be back after this massacre is over and we can finally use the Winchester boy for our benefit." They shove you and Dean to the ground and leave. You and Dean walk over to Sam to see if he is ok. As soon as you do, Sam punches Dean in the face and shoves him to the floor. Dean is in pain and it takes him quite a while to get up.

In the meantime, Sam has you pinned against the wall. He lifts you up by your neck. A good foot or two off the floor. You can't breathe. You fight at him as much as you can, but nothing is working. "Hahaha." Sam evilly laughs "you are such a pathetic excuse for a hunter, wife, or even a person. I'm gonna enjoy breaking every bone in your body. Nice. And. Slow." Sam pulls a knife out of his pocket and makes a gash in your shoulder. not deep enough to kill you, but deep enough. Dean hits Sam in the head with something hard enough to make him drop you and get you into the other room. He locks the door and puts a table in front of it.

You crawl into one of the corners of the room and just sit there, shaking. It's a coping mechanism of yours.

"Hey, sh, sh, it's ok. I'm here. He can't hurt you. Based off of the amount they gave him, it should only take a couple of hours before he's fine."

"I'm scared Dean. He tried to kill me. My own husband tried to kill me. If you weren't here, I'd be dead right now. I don't want to die Dean."

"I know. I know (y/n). The demon blood makes him get super violent. He still loves you, and he's still Sam. I've gotten through this with him before. Don't worry." You nod. "Now, let me stitch up that shoulder of yours."

Dean is as gentle as possible with stitching you up. Once he's done, you just lay there on your bed not wanting to say anything. This worries you even more. Suddenly, Sam speaks and cuts off your train of thought.

"Dean? what the heck happened?"

Dean removes the table and looks out. Seeing that Sam is no longer high on demon blood and is now on the floor leaned up against the bed, he opens the door the whole way and goes out. He checks on his brother, making sure everything was ok. You slowly creep up behind Dean, and Sam doesn't notice until Dean makes you stand next to him. Sam tries to give you a hug to apologize for you having to see them force the blood down his throat.

"No!" You shout at him. "You stay the heck away from me Sam."

You go back into your room and shut the door.

"Dude, what was that all about?" Sam asks Dean.

"You hurt her when you were high on demon blood. Both physically and mentally. Just seeing you terrifies her now." Dean says with some anger in his voice.

"Oh my gosh! Doesn't she know that it was the demon blood not me? And don't act like I had a choice. They held me down and forced it down my throat."

"Yes, I told her that, and I know you didn't have a choice. I'm not mad, I just hate that she has to deal with this."

"I really just want to talk to her and explain everything." Sam says.

"Give her a few days. That way you can recover from the withdrawal symptoms and she can relax. Then, let me talk to her and I'll see what I can do." Dean says.