Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 10

Hibbing 911: Part One

Week One:

Dean opens the door to the dungeon for the hundredth time this week. You're tied to the concrete chair in the middle of the devil's trap even though it wouldn't contain you if you got free. You've been sitting in the dark for the past week in silence with only your wicked thoughts to keep you company.

Dean is carrying a tray of food for you, and he sets it on the table for you. Your hands are loose enough to eat if you want to but you can't untie yourself. You're tired of sitting in the same spot for an entire week but you've been through worse.

"Had enough of sitting in the dark all alone?"

"Why don't you unlock me and find out?" you chuckle darkly.

"I brought you food."

"After almost a week of none? How generous of you," you roll your eyes.

"I could leave you rotting in here for all I care."

This makes you laugh tiredly.

"Nah, it's not in you to do that. Look at you. It's only been a week and you've checked in on me for the hundredth time."

"Have fun in here by yourself."

Dean leaves you all alone in the pitch-black darkness, and you chuckle quietly to yourself.

Week Two:

Dean hasn't been back in until the following week but Sam has checked on you periodically. He doesn't say anything, just looks inside to make sure you're still alive, which you are. The next time Dean comes in, he is carrying another tray of food. The one he brought last week is still on the table untouched. He scoffs when he sees the rotting food and replaces it with the new tray.

"You need to eat."

"Make me," you smirk.

Dean sets the rotting tray down and grabs the sandwich he made for you. He walks over to you, grabs your jaw, and forces your mouth open. He practically forces the food into your mouth. However, you don't swallow it. You chew it as if you're going to eat it only to spit it out when he moves away from you.

"You're a fucking child, you know that? Just eat the damn food."

"Does it piss you off when I don't?"

"Yes!"

"Then, no."

"I can stop coming in here. Would you like that? Total isolation?"

"I am your wife, the love of your life. You're not going to do anything to actually hurt me," you chuckle. "You just proved it right now, so what do I have to fear in here? You say you're going to leave me alone but you're right back in here. You're the pathetic one, not me. I just want to sit here alone and you won't give me that."

Dean grabs the tray of rotting food and storms out of the dungeon. You smirk and lean back on the chair in satisfaction.

Week Three:

The dungeon doors open but it's not Dean that walks in. The King of Hell himself walks in with an annoyed look on his face. The brothers think if they can't get you to behave, then maybe the King of Torture can.

"Wow, they must have sunk so low if they're sending you in here," you scoff.

"They must think you're beyond saving if they brought me in here. They need me to beat you into shape. Squirrel's words, not mine."

"How poetic. I don't care what you do to me. I'm going to get out and I'll make it hurt," you shrug.

"Yeah, I have my hands full at the moment, so I don't have time to play the mediator. I'm not here to torture you, I'm here to make a deal. I'll let you out but you can't hurt Sam and Dean."