Supernatural OneShots

Bloody Nightmares & 'Woodsy' Jackets

Darkness surrounds me. I feel exhausted, and alone. I hear something breathing in front of me, and immediately think 'It's going to kill me'.

I try to move, but stinging pains in my wrists shoot up my arms, making me produce a noise that sounds like a whimper mixed with a squeak.

Then a familiar voice whispers, "Princess, I'm here. We're okay. You blacked out pretty bad, didn't you?"

I sigh in relief; Dean's here. We're going to get out. He always finds a way.

Then, the lights flick on, and I wish I could take back that sigh of relief. We're tied up to chairs in the middle of a horrific torture room.

There's a demonic voice, saying, "You two are the survivors. I cannot believe your friends didn't make it that long."

I look at Dean, and shudder. He's got dried blood under his nose, blood dripping and caked to his face in different places. He even has a busted lip, but the blood already clotted there, stopping the leaks.

I give him a caring look, but he just gives me a pained smile in response. I probably look the same way he does.

The voice is still talking, but I can't hear it over the sound of pure terror in my head when my gaze lands on a piece of plaid fabric and a torn boot, blood splattered, in a rather large puddle of the thick stuff. Not far away, there's an angel blade covered in blood, and a ripped tie in another puddle of carnage.

I start struggling, trying not to burst into tears. Sam and Cas are gone. They were killed, most likely, by the voice that won't shut up.

A man comes into focus, and I sneer, involuntarily. Crowley. Even his name makes me want to either violently vomit, or stab him repeatedly until his lights go out. Wow, Dean would love to hear me say that.

"For the last time, we don't know where it is." Dean says with smothered rage.

Crowley chuckles, saying, "I wasn't asking you, Winchester, I was asking your pretty little friend over here."

He turns to me, and I say, "I really don't know what you're talking about."

Then there's a knife at my throat, and my entire body straightens at the feeling of the cold blade.

"It's either you tell me where it is or one of you dies. I don't care who." Crowley says, emphasizing the 'don't care' part.

Dean blurts, "Would you just leave her alone? Kill me, just stop torturing her."

Crowley smiles evilly, saying, "Oh I see, Dean. Trading your life for the girl you never had a chance with. Very heroic, but she doesn't love you Dean, you know that right? She was just trying to save herself."

I blurt, "That's not true! Crowley, just stop, we don't even know what you want or what you're even talking about! Please just let us go!"

Dean grits his teeth, as Crowley walks behind him, picking up the bloody angel blade.

Crowley says, "Sweetie, you know I can't do that."

He's going to kill Dean with Castiel's angel blade? That's so wrong on so many levels!

Crowley raises the blade. Dean doesn't even attempt to escape.

Dean looks at me, and says, sounding utterly hopeless, "Princess, I love" but his head is sliced off his neck, splattering me in his blood.

I happened to have my mouth open, and I gag on the metallic taste of his blood. Metallic. Metallica was one of his favorite bands. Only a second has passed, and I let out a blood-curdling sound, screaming his name. His head landed in my lap, his eyes still open to those beautiful brilliant green irises.