Supernatural OneShots

*No Escape [p2]*

"You know what you're going to have to do to me if it doesn't work. You got the stomach for that, Sammy?" Dean says, straining his wrists against the ropes that keep him to the chair.

I'm trying to keep from sobbing, because this isn't him. He doesn't like to kill innocent people.

He glances over at me, saying, "You wouldn't let him hurt me, would you princess?"

I bite my lip, holding back my comment, because I feel like punching him in the throat right now, but I think I've got an idea. It's cruel, but right now, I don't care.

Sam looks at me, as I'm sitting on the table, then hands me a bottle of holy water. I take it, seeing Dean give me a suspicious look. 

I literally sit on Dean's lap, facing him, being as gentle as possible. I slide one of my fingers from his hairline to his jaw, then put it on his bottom lip, making him open his mouth. Then, I suddenly pour holy water into his mouth, hopping off him, watching him seethe and hiss in pain. 

A horrible demonic sound escapes his lips, and I practically yell at him after he's done, "Dean, baby, you need to cooperate. We're just trying to help, so shut up and sit still!"

He's smirking at me, making me even angrier than I was before. 

Sam says, "Als, we need to start soon; Cas is coming in a bit."

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out, then look at it, and mouth to Sam 'It's Cas'. I glance at Dean, then walk out of the room, followed by Sam. Cas just said that he'll be here a little later, because he had a run-in with another angel. I tell Sam, "He said to just keep injecting him with human blood."

When we walk back to the room, the door is open, and Dean's gone. 

Sam pulls out his knife, and I whisper, "You're not really gonna' use that on him, are you? He's your brother!" 

We come up with a plan quickly, hoping it'll work, and I'm instructed to run to the power room, and shut off the electricity. I do, and I hear a laugh echo through the halls. 

I scurry towards Dean's room, and hear his voice, saying, "Sammy? Where'd you go? Ally? Princess?" 

I hear something break, then Dean's voice adds, "Let's finish this game!"

I run into Dean's room, and purposely bump into the door, hoping that he'll come running, thinking that I'm Sam. I stand behind the door to wait, shaking a little. 

The plan is for me to distract him, giving Sam and Cas enough time to grab him, and tie him back down, so that we can cure him. I don't know if they've figured it out, but I'm going to distract him the one way that I know will work. I just really hope he doesn't break me, I mean, he didn't last time, but he could be mad or something, I don't know!

I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and my heartbeat picks up. The footsteps enter the room, and pass the door completely, revealing Dean, holding a hammer. I better duck...

I slam the door, causing him to spin around, and just miss me with the hammer, barely. 

He must've realized that it's me, because he drops the hammer, and smiles, saying, "Sorry princess, I thought you were Sammy."

I say, crossing my arms over my chest, "You were going to bash your brother's head in with a hammer?"

He shrugs, and pulls me to him by my belt loops, and whispers, "But I'd never hurt you...well...at least not like that."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel myself weaken at his touch. He says, "That little stunt you pulled earlier isn't going to help you now, baby. If anything, I'm riled up a little more because of you."