Demon Girl (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 3

It was only a couple of blocks until she stopped.

"This is where we wait for the boys to rescue you. Don't be shy, come on in." She said before laughing. Moving her finger, she made you climb the steps up to a tiny, victorian house. Once inside, she made you walk the stairs down to the basement, and sat you at the chair placed in the middle. Still unable to move, you thought bad thoughts at her as she tied you to the chair.

"Now don't you worry, you just wait here for the boys. It they decide not to come, then you'll just join the list of victims."

She left, leaving you alone in the dark, your thoughts your only company. Sam and Dean didn't know you were missing, so your only chance to escape was them finding the witch.

Hours pass, and you were still stuck to the chair. The only good news being you could finally move your fingers and toes. Hoping the witch would come soon, and let you have a potty break, you jump when the door actually opens, and the witch walks down the stairs.

"Well those hunters haven't found me yet, and I've given them enough clues. Maybe they aren't the greatest hunters like I've heard. I am getting bored waiting for them, and thought we could have some fun."

She has tattoos all over her arms, looking Celtic in design. She raised her arms, chanting in an unknown language. As she chants, your body starts to tingle, like an asleep foot coming back. At first it wasn't unpleasant, but then the strength increased, and the tingling turned into burning. Your body felt like it was being burned from the inside out, as if a volcano was erupting in your body. You scream in pain, not knowing how much more you could take.

All your concentration was on the pain, and you didn't notice when the chanting stopped. You were still writhing and screaming in pain, wishing death would take you away. A hand was placed on your cheek, and you flinch away from the cool hand, the cold hurting your burning skin.

In a daze you heard voices. "Dean, we've got to do something, she's burning from the inside out!"

It was Sam, and he sawed through the ropes holding you to the chair, trying to lift you, but stopping when you cried out in agony. The slightest pressure against your flaming body was torture. You couldn't sit, or stand, and being touched was agonizing too.

Your vision blurs red, and you sink to your knees, knowing it wouldn't be long now. You hear Sam yelling at Dean, but were unable to understand the words because of the roaring in your ears.

Inexplicably the pain stops, and you gasp for deep breaths of the cool, refreshing air. You feel a set of arms wrap around you, and you lean into them.

"Y/N, just relax, it will all be okay. I'm so sorry."

Feeling a lot calmer, you open your eyes, taking the scene in. Dean is standing over the dead body of the witch, and Sam is on his knees next to you.

Glad the witch was finally dead, you know the spells she had placed on you were long gone. But was Sam still mad at you? You try to stand up, but your limbs were too weak from fighting the last spell. Sam notices your trouble, and picks you up, cradling you against his chest.

"Shh Y/N, I got you. You're safe."

"But..I thought you didn't want anything to do with me." You whispered against his chest.

"I was angry, and immediately regretted it, but you were long gone. Please forgive me."

You snuggle closer, as Sam carries you up the stairs, Dean following behind. He carefully sets you down in the Impala, and Dean asks for directions to retrieve your bag. Within an hour, you are back in the motel room, and finally happy once again.

Dean leaves to get food, and Sam sits next to you on the bed, "I'm sorry I was upset. I just couldn't believe someone, other than Dean that is, would care for me enough to sacrifice themself for me."

"I'm sorry I kept it from you so long, I just wanted a normal relationship for as long as possible."

You watch as his lip twitches, before he chuckles. "Honey, you know our relationship has never been normal. We're hunters."

You smile, knowing he was right. "Yeah, but if you had known, you would have spent all the time trying to find a way out of it, and our relationship would have been strained."

He took your hand in his. "The first part will still happen. I will do everything in my power to keep you from going to hell."

You shake your head at him. "One of the conditions was that you would die if we tried to get out of it. I've made my bed, and I've accepted the fact. Please don't do anything rash."

The door opened, and Dean walked in, balancing fast food bags on top of a drink carrier. He looks between you. "Looks like I interrupted a chick flick moment. Hope your done, it's chow time!"

Sam glanced at you, and you knew your conversation was far from over. But he let it go, and went to grab his food from his brother. Dean raised his eyebrow, silently asking if you were okay, and you nodded yes. At least for now.