Two Guys, A Girl, and A Baby

Michael and Me My origins:

This is hard to start, but it all began in a grocery store.  I was working at the store for a couple years, when I met Michael.  We hit it off right away. It starts with us having the band Tenacious D in common.  We were both nerdy in our ways, his towards fantasy and Sci-Fi and me towards comedy and comics.  We both had been to I.U.  He quit after 2 years and I was still attending.  Before we knew it we were moving in with each other.  We fell in love so quick. We decided to get engaged.  We had a nice life for two, 22 year old kids, in love, surviving on two grocery store salaries.  We were going to get married on October 31, 2008. We both loved the fall so it was perfect for the leaves and of course, Halloween.  Everything was going great for us until two weeks before the wedding. 

Michael went from sweet and occasionally a grumpy old man to damn right evil.  He would throw me around and call me a bitch or cunt.  I tried to not think much of his overnight transformation.  I thought it was just stress of the wedding. Or even Deli work making him an asshole.

"Michael, something seems wrong with you?  What's going on sweetheart?" I said " Well Y/N, I'm not myself because I'M NOT MIKE!!"  He screams back.  "What the fuck does that mean?"  I said.  His eyes turned black and all of sudden his eyes returned to green behind his black plastic frames.  "What the hell is wrong with your eyes?" I scream.  Before I knew it Michael had me pinned down then tied to the bed frame.

  My young 22 year old brain was racing.  What now?  He had disappeared and whenever he returned the torture began.  He would come in on me with a knife and make little cuts cackling with each cut.  The fucked up thing he used one of the knives from our personal arsenal of knives.  He liked to use each one to test the sharpness of each on me.  I went in and out of consciousness, and he would disappear for hours or even days.  One day he came back into the bedroom where I was tied up and he had been shot at his heart which was fatal normally.  He was still alive somehow. I don't know how it was possible.  "What the fuck happened to you?' I asked.  "Hunters" is all he muttered at me.  I didn't know what he meant by 'hunters'.  It seemed that Michael was gone to me forever.  Soon, he started to torture me again.  Cutting more slices in my flesh and he soon went towards my breasts. He started cutting small cuts in my breast slowly.  "You know Mike here, always loved your Triple D breasts he thought of them often." he spouted to you.  I screamed with each slice and he would just laugh at my pain.  I passed out from the pain.

 When I woke up I noticed that he was gone and I heard new voices in our apartment.  I feared for my life even more waiting for the torture that was to come.  Suddenly, I heard a husky and deep voice say "Sammy, I think shes back here."  I started to breathe quickly in utter panic that someone else was coming.  Before I knew it, a very tall man came through the door.  I started wriggling in my ropes with fear of what to come. "PLEASE DON"T HURT ME!" I scream.  "Hey, hey, hey calm down we are here to help." the large man said.  Another man enters my room and speaks "hey sweetheart, what's your name?"  it was the deep voice from before .  This man like my fiance had beautiful green eyes.  "I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Where's Michael? He been cutting me and he might be back we need to hurry."  I whisper screamed.  I couldn't speak after all the screaming. The shorter man with the green eyes said "He wont be back".  I looked at them both very confused.  Sammy I think his name was, told me was exorcised and quickly died.  I started to cry, "What? Exorcised? Like he was a demon? That's fucking real?"  I start to stutter "Eh..Wh-whoo are you?"

 "I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam Winchester we are hunters, we hunt monsters and demons." the green eyed man says.  "Um..he did say something about hunters. Now I know what he meant." I say back.  They untied me and packed me some clothes.  We walked downstairs to the parking lot and go towards a black classic car.  "Ah, nice car." I say.  "Well she's my baby."Dean says back.  "Okay,Y/N we're going to a nearby motel to clean your wounds."  Sam tells me.  "Thanks  I would prefer to not go to the hospital. I don't want to have to explain this anyway." I say.  As soon as we get to the motel Dean immediately picks me up out of the backseat, princess style.  Sam opens the room door and Dean lays me lightly on one of the beds.  "okay, lets clean you up.." Dean says.  I wince at the pain of the whiskey being poured in the deep cuts.  I moan and lightly scream with each cut.  When he starts the stitches I scream "FUCK!".  "SHH! Y/N " Sam tells me.  "Seess I'm sorry I've never been this much pain before except when Michael cut me".  When he finished with cleaning my wounds and getting dressed in a tank top and sleep pants I flop in the bed.  When I awoke I was in "someones" arms that I could feel. 

For a moment I relaxed, and thought I was in Michael's arms.  I thought all that pain and torture was a dream.  But then you open your eyes and look to see somebody else with green eyes.  It was the hunter I just met Dean. I didn't quite get was going on at the moment.  I start to panic and Dean opens his eyes and tries to calm me down.  "Y/N its okay,  I needed a place to sleep and my brother takes up the other bed.  And you needed comforting you were screaming in your sleep." Dean tells to you.