KIDNAPPED BY SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER

Their Hostage

When I woke, Sam and Dean were still asleep. I didn't want to wake them so I just sat, thinking about things. A smile shot across Dean's face when he woke and saw me, bored out of my mind. It must have looked that way, but my mind was racing.
"Ash wants me to kill you. She tried to erase my memory but I remember everything and everyone", I blurted. I don't know why. Maybe I had to get it off my chest.
Dean sat up and so did Sam. Sam and Dean shared a glance. I knew enough about body language to know that Sam and Dean were keeping something from me.
Dean's phone rang, breaking the awkwardness.
"Yeah?"
I couldn't hear the other voice.
Dean walked to me and handed me the phone. I didn't speak. I just held it to my ear.
"Y/n. Why are they still breathing?"
I left the room. To at least pretend for her. I talked in a low voice. "I will finish the job soon"
"Do they suspect anything?"
"Nope"
"I am sorry about the whip. You must be taught manners. And if you disobey me again, you will pay. I won't kill you but you will wish you were dead. God is a loving God. But he is also wrathful"
My heart skipped a beat. Blood rushed to my face. I was scared of her. How weak I had become made me ashamed. I guess torture is the best way to teach someone a lesson. I didn't think Sam and Dean could pull me out of this one. It was kill them or be tortured by her. Kill or be killed. And I wasn't going to kill.
"Are you there?",she interrupted my thoughts.
"I won't", I said standing my ground.
"Excuse me?"
"I won't kill them. I remember everything, you evil bitch. You couldn't break our bond. Torture me. Hell, kill me if you want. I'd like to see you try. I will kill you first", I was angered.
She laughed. Laughter.
"You think that's funny?", I was livid.
"Hang up right now and ask your boyfriends what they are keeping from you"
Now, I laughed.
"You think you know everything. You wait. You will be begging me for mercy", she hung up.
I dropped the phone. I didn't mean to. It just suddenly got to heavy for me. Like when you fall asleep in class and the pencil falls out of your hand because it is suddenly the heaviest thing in the universe. I fell to the ground too. My heart was beating faster than I thought imaginable. My hands were shaking. I thought I was going to be punished. Being there put me in such a bad mindset. If I disobeyed, I was beat and tortured. I was never a submissive person. Now, I guess I am. I am genuinely scared of punishment right now. And I wanted Sam and Dean to just tell me what they keep trying to keep from me.
I retrieved the phone and walked back inside. Handing it to Dean, I shot him a calm me down glance.
"It's alright", he said.
*Flashback*
The black eyed bitch stared at me. I smiled, knowing she wouldn't break me.
I had just punched her. She was infuriated at the fact I hadn't cried a single tear or felt a single worry.
Sam and Dean came in. Except it wasn't Sam and Dean. Just their skin. Their souls never compared.
She left and Dean shoved me against a wall. He left no room between us. His body was pressed against mine.
"You're not Dean"
"Shut up", his voice belonged to Dean.
*PRESENT
"What's wrong?", he was concerned.
"What are you keeping from me?"
"Nothing", he was convincing. Damn hunters.
"Sam. Tell me the truth. Please", I begged.
"I promise. We aren't keeping anything from you"
Dean's phone rang again and he took it outside. It seemed important.
*SAM'S POV*
Dean and I agreed not to tell her. We didn't want to stress her out more. I love her so damn much. In more ways than one. So did Dean. I loved her differently than Dean, though.
I was happy to see her alive. It hurt me to see her hurt.
I grabbed her face. She looked angry and confused. I pushed my lips onto hers. Her hair felt so soft against my fingers. God, I love her. When we pulled away, we did it at the same time. In unison.
She buried her head into my jacket and gave me a hug. I thought maybe she is keeping a secret from us.
*YOUR POV*
I missed him. And Dean. In a different way for Dean.
"I'm going to kill her", I blurted.
"No. You won't"
"Why?"
"Because we said so", Dean answered firmly, walking back in. Okay, Dad.
"Why do you say so?", I was slightly aggravated and confused.
"You're not going to, okay? That's it! End of discussion", Sam said.
What the hell are the Winchesters keeping from me? I should push further.
"Can you stop me?"
"Y/n. What kind of question is that?", Dean asked angered.
"You can't stop me, Winchesters. She killed my parents and she screwed me up"
"You don't think we can stop you?"
"No. I am not your hostage. I can leave any time I want", I said.
"I'm going to kill her and why the hell would you want to stop me?", I asked.
Dean sighed, "The answer is no. Okay, y/n? No."
"Screw this", I said slipping my Converse onto my feet.
I shoved Sam out of the way and he yanked me back.
"I saw a binding spell. You want to talk to me about that? Huh? You're keeping nothing from me? I don't need secrets. What I need is her head on a silver platter and you two to tell me what you're hiding!", I was infuriated.
"You're bloodthirsty and it's not the best idea to seek revenge when you think like that. You might as well bring two silver platters, one for you and her. Because thinking like that gets you killed. You can't just walk in and kill her, y/n"
"Like that's ever stopped you!", I said shoving Dean back.
Dean grabbed both of my hands and pulled me towards him.
"Dean", Sam said softly.
"Sit down on that bed and don't say one word. We will tell you if you want to know so badly"
"I just want to leave", I said trying to yank away from him. Of course, it was no use trying.
"Y/n. Sit down and listen because we will not let you walk out that door."
He released my wrists and I sat. Here we go.