Red ⇢ Sam Winchester (sequel to Half-Blood) | "complete"

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Elliot

I had patiently waited outside the motel for twenty minutes. I was ready to leave, honestly. But then that good old Impala pulled up. I hadn't even got the chance to move when Sam had quickly pulled me into the car and sat me under the demon trap that was chalked onto the roof of the car.

"What the hell guys?" I hiss, "What are you doing?"

"How do we know you're not a full demon?" Dean looks at me from the rear view mirror.

"Oh hush! Of course it's Ellie," I laugh, "Why would a demon possess a demon?"

"Half demon," Cas pointed out from the passengers seat, that's Sammy's seat. Why is he there?

"Nevertheless," I roll my eyes, "You and Crowley don't have any beef right now, the demons don't want anything to do with you guys. It's me."

"Still, you can't trust anyone in this line of work, Ellie would know that." Dean states, "We're going to take her to the bunker."

"Home sweet home," I laugh, "Is my room still the same, baby pink painted over the harsh bricks? Photos of us hanging all over?"

Dean's face softened for a second. Apparently, the only way to get through to him is through exploiting his soft spots. If those even exist anymore.

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"The dungeon?" I groaned, looking at the open hidden door in the room with thousands of files, "I'm still afraid of the dark. Ask Crowley, he kept a night light in my bedroom," I smiled slightly.

"Suck it up, Half-Blood," Dean's voice sounded venomous and he shot me a glare. Dean obviously wasn't going to play easy with me.

"Dean Winchester, I have a name and I shall be damned once again if you do not use it," I look him in those bright green eyes of his, "And we don't want little Ellie going back to hell do we?" I gave him a fake pout, hoping he would give in even a little.

His facial expression hardened (which I had thought was impossible), and he pushed me into the large demon trap which was spray painted onto the floor. At least I wasn't being chained down like they did to Crowley.

"We'll be back," He hissed, closing the door, leaving me in the pitch black.

I crawled around, hoping my eyes would adjust to the pitch black that I was currently trapped in. I knew exactly what was coming next, I was to be tortured until they could find out I wasn't a full demon, I was just Ellie.

Even as a half-blood, holy water, angel blades, demon blades, and any other demon torture devices are effective. The blades hurt less than they would for a normal demon, yet more than they would for a normal human. The holy water feels like the mildly hot water you use to wash the dishes, which becomes increasingly uncomfortable over time. Both of the boys know this. They are going to use my weaknesses against me, and I know it.

I wonder if it would have been better if Crowley never let me out.

/ / edited june 3 2018