Little Fox (Dean X Kitsune!Male!Reader)

Much Too Smart

You had already tried to escape multiple times but they were smarter than you'd like to admit. They had tortured you with more hot pokers for a while but the most they'd gotten out of you was a bit of info. No agreement. They knew who you knew and your relationships with them- even a boy whom you were kinda cozy with. They knew your brother and the elderly Kitsune he was with. They knew all the local gangs and the important ones that weren't local. They also knew who would kill them to get to you. You had climbed up the food chain in the Kitsune world within these past couple years and were pretty well known. Some didn't like that and some liked that way too much.

You were currently handcuffed to a bedpost and were trying to pick the lock with one of your claws. You were almost there when Dean strolled in. You quickly pulled your hand away and tried to act natural. The man sat down next to you and said something you never thought he'd never say.
"Sorry.." He said, "I don't like doing this to you but...we do what we can to stop people from dying. You need to understand."
"Oh, please, be honest with yourself, Dean. You hunters are all. The same. Kill without a second thought. Never once considering that that 'cold blooded monster' might not actually be cold blooded. Might have a family. Might have work. Might have struggles. Might have feelings." You said. Dean looked down, not saying anything.
"Look at me. I have a brother, a relationship, I used to have a mother, I have a life. I'm chained up here because I'm a monster who you are using to eliminate other monsters just like me." You felt tears pricking at your eyes. They had already seen you cry many times so you let it go. Tears streamed down you face and it wasn't unfamiliar to you. Dean noticed and wrapped his arms around you. You could feel the guilt practically dripping off of him. You could also feeling his hands touching your rather fresh burn marks. You flinched and leaned away. Dean took the hint.
"Oh, sorry," he said, pulling away.

You ended up crying yourself to sleep, wishing to talk to your brother one last time. When you woke up there was a plate of bacon and eggs sitting in front of you and Dean staring at you. You sat up and glared at him.
"You know I can't eat this, right?" You said. Dean nodded and picked up a strip of bacon and shoved it in your mouth. It tasted awful- even the texture was awful. You coughed and choked on the meat and tried to spit it out but Dean shoved it in further and held your mouth shut.
"You ready to agree yet?" He asked. You nodded and he looked surprised. He slowly let your mouth go and you spat the food out, puking up your last lunch as well.

He and Sam cleaned you up and gave you new clothes. They were much too big for you but they were better than the burned up rags you had on earlier. In truth, you had no intention of actually helping. First chance you got you were gone. You gave them a bunch of fake locations while you were making a game plan for the next day.