Becoming A Winchester

Hello, boys

(Y/N)'s POV

All I can hear is Dean cursing her while she casually ends the call. The elevator dings indicating basement level. She twists her wrist and that's when I feel my right hand become free from whatever hold she had over me. The witch grabs it and leads me to the exact room I told her about earlier. The way she brings me along is as if she has already been here. My eyes apparently show my range of emotions because she realizes my surprise when she throws me into the corner of the small work space.

"Honey, don't look too surprised. I was hoping to get you down here a little more willingly but considering your boyfriend and the other Winchester figured out who I am, I decided to speed things up," she grabs a black cloth and gags me. My emotions play out in front of her as she continues to prevent me from running by binding me. She ties the rugged rope extra hard around my wrists that she places behind my back. The rope around my ankles is the final act to have my stomach churn more to the point I feel the vomit rise to my throat but I cannot expel it. I push it back down realizing she's freed my body now that she has me restrained by actual physical objects. At least I can sort of move.

"I have until tomorrow night when the first full moon of the season to bring my son back to life. You met him I heard," May glances over at me while she draws something up in a syringe. "This concoction is for you, dear. A little mix of some wonderful medications to help you not to be a bother. I did not want to waste my energy anymore on you," she noted while tapping the syringe with her red nail.

May strolls over to me enjoying the fact I try to scramble away from her. "So what did you think about my little boy?" She asked as she kneeled down in front of me, pushing my hair out of my eyes. I repulse from her touch, trying to sink away from her. "He liked you. Those Winchesters though, not so much," she mentioned while studying me. Her finger slides up the cheek she previously took her nail to. She touches the open wound making me wince from the burning sensation. She narrowed her eyes and smirked.

"I guess I should tell you why I'm doing all this, right? I wouldn't be a good villain if I didn't," she stated matter of factly. The witch rocks back on her heels and waves her hand in the air to slide the metal chair from the old desk over to her. She sits properly with crossing her legs at her ankles and hands clasped in her lap. May gets a far off look in her witchy eyes before she begins her tale.

A long time ago, my baby attended this university as one of the first lower grade level students through their program for young geniuses. Let's just say other students, bullies, did not welcome him. I still can recall the police officers at my door to let me know my baby was left to die alone in the stairwell. So, I've been trying to find a way to bring him back. Whenever those Winchesters had their moment with God and all the other players on the board, my baby somehow got tossed out of heaven, maybe those upstairs wanted him in Hell, but all those souls got tossed out that fiery pit so who knows. I took it as a sign that I can get him back with me in this life—that maybe he didn't belong to heaven or hell, he belongs with me.

The old woman continues to tell me her evil plan. The syringe plays along his fingers while she watches the liquid move along in it. I keep my sight on the medication floating along the clear tube wondering what the hell is in there. When she pushes up the plunger before standing and tapping out a few more air bubbles, I know what is to come. She darkly chuckles watching me pointlessly push against the brick wall. I feel a stab in my right upper arm.

"Alright, my dear. Now we wait to see if your heroes come," she taunted. "Oh, and don't worry, this won't kill you. You are no good to me dead."