The Possessed // A Supernatural Fan-Fic

Chapter 13

Dean took a deep breath as he closed his impala door. He walked towards the aged brick building, internally screaming at himself for letting this happen. He reached the door across the street and opened it. Instantly he was greeted by the smell of mildew, mold, and dirt. There was a vast, open room with only a staircase and an elevator on the far left wall. Dean walked toward the elevator and tried it. He was astonished to see it working. He entered the decrepit, antique elevator and pushed the appropriate floor button.

He waited the agonizing minute before he could see faint traces of light flooding into the elevator shaft. As the elevator neared its stopping point, Dean could hear faint moans.

The elevator finally stopped. Sitting there, tied to a massive concrete support beam, was Sam, bloody, bruised, and beaten. Dean rushed out of the elevator, running to his brother's side.

"Sam! Sammy, are you ok? Come on, talk to me, Sammy." Dean started checking over his brother and began untying him when something crashed into the back of his head.

Dean turned to see two black boots behind him. Shane knelt down to see him as Dean's vision went dark.

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Something dug into Dean's arms. He slowly regained consciousness due to the gnawing pain in his wrists. He opened his eyes, slowly regaining familiarity with his surroundings. The pale, yellow, flickering lights making the world a little less cloudy.

Dean tried to move his arms, but a shot of sharp, stinging pain surged through him as he did so. He turned his head and saw Sam, tied to a concrete support beam beside him. Sam was looking at him, pain in his eyes.

"You ok, Dean?" Sam asked, voice raspy and strained.

"Yeah," Dean shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs, "yeah I'm ok. You?"

"Yeah."

"What the hell are you doing here, Dean?"

Dean scoffed, "saving your ass. Well... trying to, but my hands are a little tied."

"You don't say?" Sam chuckled.

"So," Dean sighed uncomfortably, shifting in his restraints, "you find out anything about what the hell's going on?"

Sam sighed, "Shane's beat to hell. I've seen some major scars, huge bruises, and I wouldn't be surprised if there were broken bones. I'm honestly a little worried. I mean, if she's been really trashed-"

"We take that thing out and she dies. Yeah I know." Dean sighed angrily, leaning his head back against the support beam. "Wait... where is she?"

Sam shrugged, "she left after tying you up. Said she needed to get something... special."

"Great-" Dean scoffed, the faint thudding of footsteps on the stairs interrupted his sentence. "Derek? Derek, is that you?"

The dark haired boy walked into the room. "Yeah you pansies, it's me. How the hell'd she do this to you," he sighed as he ran to Sam and Dean's position.

"Don't untie us!"

"Yeah," Sam echoed, "you untie us and Shane knows exactly what's going on."

"I'm just going to loosen the ropes," Derek rolled his eyes, "so you can get out on your own later."

"Don't!" Sam yelled. "She'll know. I tried that earlier, and...," Sam shrugged and shot Dean and apologetic look, "it didn't end well."

Derek huffed. "Fine. I'll draw a damn devil's trap and get back to hiding." Derek walked to a far side of the building, were there was a broken cardboard box that he could draw the trap underneath. He turned to face Sam and Dean as he sprayed the paint on the ground. "You know, you dumb-asses really don't know what you're doing. Why aren't you just killing her now," he paused, standing up to look at them, "I mean, why hesitate? When you exorcise the demon, the girl will probably die anyway, so why bother with all this?"

Dean looked at his feet. "Because Shane wouldn't want it this way."

"Well, how do you know she didn't-" there was a slicing sound and Derek froze, a look of terror on his face, blood pouring from his throat and dripping on his shirt. He clutched at his throat before collapsing, doubling over on the floor, blood pooling around him.

Shane was standing behind him, a twisted grin on her face. "Shame really," she chuckled, leaning down and pulling her knife out of Derek's neck, "such a young hunter. Pity he didn't make it longer, but," she turned her attention to Dean, "you left me no choice."

"Who the hell are you," Dean spat.

"Who am I? Well, Dean, I'm honestly shocked you didn't figure it out. I mean, you and your brother's track record with finding and murdering demons, I would've thought that you found out who I am by now."

"Answer the damn question-"

"Patience, boys. Patience. All in due course. There's... more fun things to get to first."

Dean scoffed, "like what?"

Shane walked toward them and sat on the chair she positioned between them. "Like burning your skin to a crisp before making gashes in each of your limbs, so I can watch you slowly bleed out before stabbing you, and making you watch as I kill your precious little Shane." She looked at them with a cold gaze, her eyes becoming black. "I can't decide wether to throw my toy out the window or shooting her in the head. Still debating that one," she chuckled.

"You hurt her and i swear-"

"You'll what, Dean? Kill me? We both know you can't. And besides, you couldn't save Shane from being possessed in the first place. Why would you be able to now?"

Dean pulled against his ropes, "I swear I'll send you back to whatever fricking hell-hole you crawled out of and I'll smile the whole damn time-"

Shane leapt forward and punched Dean in the jaw, a splatter of blood being sent across the grey concrete floor. Dean turned to look at her, "you hit like a bitch-" another punch. Followed by two more.

"You take hits like a bitch."

Dean straightened. Shane turned to Sam and smacked him across the face. She slammed her fist into his stomach, one... three... five times before walking back to Dean.

"See, Dean," Shane straddled his legs, holding a dagger to his throat, "you boys can't fight me. I've practically already won. You're defenseless, tied up, and without your little helper. Right now, you're my little bitch. And I'm going to make you hurt."

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A/N: I. AM. A. TERRIBLE. WRITER. Sorry it's been so. Freaking. Long, but writers block has been killer lately. I'm working on this almost daily from her on out till its finished. Don't know how many chapters I'll have left, but, I assure you I'll do my best to make them epic!!!!

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