At Your Mercy | Sam Winchester X Reader

The beginning Pt:1

You have not lead an easy life, but who did? Although it felt as if your fate had already been written. Like you were destined to go down a never ending dark and bumpy road.

First you lost your faith. Having nothing to look forward too but the end of the day itself. It felt like a black hole in your chest that consumed your every emotion. It wasn't living, just surviving. Thinking love was the solution was a mistake you'd never make again.

It was nice at first. It bloomed into something beautiful but quickly died as it was stomped out.

Next was cravings, having a warm body next to you as a notion of still being alive. Buts that all it was, a warm body. It was anything but special and everything but love. It put you in a self-destructive cycle, it quickly became your new life.

Years went by until a man came along, a man that was different, he was protective and a bit of a control freak but you shrugged it off as a quirk... Ian

it had Only been a couple years fresh out of school, life had already turned grey and dull... 24 years old living job to job, relationship to relationship. Your recent employment, one of the longest jobs you've stuck with was a barista serving cheap fair coffee by the hour. Not bad considering other shady grimy jobs you've taken. Growing content searching for better wasn't in your mind. The pay was fair, livable . No matter what you did you still felt empty .

When Ian came along, giving you change. it felt like Weight lifted off your shoulders.

Physically, He wasn't that much taller than you but you still had to tilt your head up to face him. Visually he wasn't your ideal type but handsome regardless, light brown hair almost dirty blonde, dark brown eyes and a lean build.

He was sweet at first. Kind. Gentle. Although through the passing time, more was revealed. Every alarm ringed through your head like sirens but it didn't seem to matter. He stayed, that's what felt important at the time.

Although Day by day you were shoved further and further into a corner by him, being aware of it didn't change a thing. Weeks went by, then months, years even, 6 to be exact. Each month that passed he only grew colder, meaner. More bearing as if the leash you were on wasn't tight enough. It got worse, much worse. you lived Convincing yourself that all this was out of love and care, knowing it wasn't.

Letting it happen time and time again until it was taken too far.

That day started normal, morning shift at Wake-up Café. you built a comfortable routine through the years, reading the news that came daily to the shop while waiting for opening time. you usually took the opening shift alone, which you were fine with; free coffee while waiting before opening the doors was peaceful at the least. Recently Every week's news seemed to have the same theme. suicides, young women around your age. it was too obvious to not notice a pattern. Same story, right down to the details of each person. It made your stomach drop despite reading your share of true crime on the internet. Your mind was jumping to conclusions that was slowly chipping at your free time before opening. 'What the fuck. There's no way that the police thought this was normal.'