I apologise for this terrible part.
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You woke up with a groan. Your (Y/E/C) eyes flutters open to see a devil's trap on the ceiling; painted in hot pink, which made you giggle a bit when you laid eyes upon the color. You lifted your head to be what looked like filing shelves with boxes stacked upon each other. You assumed that they were documents regarding the members of the society and supernatural creatures. But all that information would be in the library you saw.
You tried to stand up and move around the room, but you found out that you were cuffed to a wooden chair. That's when the door opened.
Dean Winchester appeared in the door frame with a stone-cold expression on his face. He walked towards you with a chair in his arms and placed it down in front of you, sitting down in it. He lifter his leg and placed his foot on his knee. You never knew why men always sat like that, but they all did, and crossed his arms over his chest. Still with the expression of stone on his face.
You decided to break the ice. "So, how is this going to go down. Are you going to talk first, or am I going to talk first?"
"I'm going to talk first and you're gonna listen. Alright?" He stated, you just nodded in agreement. You just leaned back in the chair, getting comfy. "First of all, I want to know who you guys are. And then I want to know why you decided to go after my little brother. You are going to tell me, and then you may not get hurt so much." He got up out of his seat and brought back and hammer and a knife.
"Okay then. So this is how it's going to go. But you may have forgotten that I have studied the fine arts interrogation and torture. Meaning, that I will possibly be able to get through this. Just wanted to point that out before you start anything. Oh, and my safe word is 'cinnamon'."
"Okay. You think you're funny, don't you?" Dean said getting more torture devices to hurt you with. HE placed them down on a metal table in the corner of the room.
"Oh, please. I try."
"Well there is one thing that you guys have forgotten about me. I went to hell for four months. For three of those I was being tortured and the other month, I was torturing souls. Also, Sam was soulless for a while and I was the knight of hell. And our friend was god once or twice. Also, meaning, that I have the techniques of torture down. While you may have learned the ins and outs of all of this, but I have experience with interrogation." He had gathered all the weapons and torture devices that he could find. He was officially ready to get some answers out of you, and it wasn't going to cost him a dime.
You just sat there, admittedly feeling a little scared at this point. Considering that your teeth may be pulled out of your skull by pliers. You tried to not let the Winchester see the fear that you were feeling. The worst thing that could happen right now, is that you could let him know that you were afraid.
"You need to relax. I'm not the one who will be interrogating you is going to be my little brother. You know, the one you almost killed." He roared, you could hear the pent-up anger behind his voice. He then stepped aside to reveal the giant that was his little brother. He had the same expression that his brother had. His brother had a stone-cold expression that just screamed anger and murder.
"Yeah, you may want to get comfy, because I'm not holding back." Sam said as Dean left the room and he picked up the knife. You sat there staring at the man in front of you now sitting in the chair that was in front of you. "I'm just going to ask you some question. You don't need to answer unless you want to end up like I did." He said in a calm voice. Just like Toni's when she said it to Sam the day that you started to get answers out of him. You didn't say anything. Even though you and him were both part of the Global Men of Letters society. "Either way, I will get at least one answer to who the Men of Letters are in Britain." He stated.
"Okay, but I have to warn you. I'm not telling you anything." You gave him your bitch face when you gave him an answer.
It had been a week since you had been held captive by the Winchesters and their angel friend. You still haven't cracked and you were surprising the Winchesters with your resilience. You still had to find a way out of a way to escape from their bunker, but not without taking a book or two. That's what they would get for trying to get an answer out of you.
"So still haven't cracked yet. I'm impressed, thought that you would've cracked by now." Sam said from in front of you. You were utterly exhausted from all of it. So much that you had your head hanging and your chin was on your chest. You breathing was deep and labored. "Seriously though. I really think that you've had enough now." This got your attention. You looked at him as if he were mad. He just told you that it was all over. So, is there anything that you would like to tell me?"
"I don't want to be a British Men of Letters anymore. It's brutal over there. And if they cared about me, they would have kill you, your brother and that angel of yours as well. Which reminds me. Are him and your brother dating, because they have a lot of eye sex." You took a deep breath. You had said that extremely fast. You were unsure if he even understood you for a second. You looked at him in his eyes and he let out a breath as a huge smile that you.
"How about, if I release you, you help me and my brother and friends find out who your countries Men Of letters are." He questioned you. He looked straight into your eyes making you weak to your knees.
Over the period that the Winchesters have held you in their bunker, you have grown feelings towards the younger, yet taller Winchester. The way that he walked and talked was non-like the men back in England. He was also kind to you, even though you were the enemy. He would come to you and give you food and water, whilst talking to you and having a general conversation with you. He had such pretty eyes as well. They were a mix of green and haze, you could stare at them all day in you could.
"Sure. But if you try to kill me. I will not hesitate to shoot you in the knee again." You said in all seriousness.
Sam was glad that you agreed to helping him and his brother. He didn't know why he trusted you. You were just too trusting and forward towards him. He knew that you weren't going to be cracking or spilling anything about your country's defenses against the supernatural.
But he could just stare at you. He felt that he could just so open to you. During the first torture, Sam refused to do anything more. So, Dean decided that he would take things into his own hands. He was the one that pushed the blade into your skin and created a scar. But know that you have been released to help them. You gave them all the information that you knew of about the organization, without officially committing treason. But the thing was that they didn't tell you anything about what their overall plan was. You only told them what you learned when you first started hunting. You also told them some of your hunting stories and what the name 'Winchester' meant in England.
Along the way of your partnership with the Winchesters, Sam had grown feelings towards you. He never knew how or why. He first thought that you put some mind control thing on him. But he genuinely liked you when he found out you didn't do anything. He also didn't know that you also had feelings for him. You were just terrified of dying. Mary and Dean still hadn't warmed up to you as much that Sam had, but it was mostly Dean. And one of his fantasies was to have sex with a girl with an English accent. But you were a person who had hurt his baby brother, he would just keep searching for a girl with that accent.
But you and Sam had grown a certain liking to one another, and feeling have started to grow. You went on hunts with them and gave them your knowledge. Seemingly, your knowledge on the world of the supernatural, was far more advanced that the one that the Winchester's had possessed. While on hunts, you would go with the brothers to the scene and would help them. With that there was less chance of you being killed.
On one hunt, you and Sam were in a motel in Nebraska researching more on the case, while Dean was at the bar. Getting possibly more information from the bartender. The case was a witch coven. But it was a small coven, there were only three witches, but that was three too many. Sam was on a tablet and you were on a laptop.
"I'm going to get another beer. You want one?" You asked the man opposite you.
"Yeah. I'll come with you. We have no more in the minifridge, so we'll have to go to the store and get some more."
You both entered the Impala. Dean had given Sam the keys while he walked to the bar. You didn't know that Dean had told Sam to use 'protection' while he was with you. He said a few times that he could cut the tension with his bluntest knife. He had seen the glances that you and his brother would steal from each other, and all the times that you would both sit on stools at bars and talk for hours. To be honest, he thought that you two would make the perfect couple. You two were both giant nerds who loved books on lore and other stuff like that. He didn't know what nerds were really into.
Down the road, you were both silent. You were staring out the window, watching the scenery pass you by. While Sam was being a responsible driver and kept this eyes on the road. He could sense that you were stressed, and you were. You were constantly worrying about what your fellow hunters back home were thinking. Sam could tell that you were stressed and thinking, so he grabbed your hand and held it in his, hoping that it would take a bit of the weight off your shoulders. And it did. Your shoulders had almost instantly relaxed and you let out a sigh of relief.
You decided to break the silence with a question. You didn't know Sam well enough to sit in comfortable silence with him. "Why?" You asked.
"Why what?"
"I mean why did you release me. Aren't I a threat to you and your brother?"
"Yah, but we weren't getting anything out of you. So, we decided to let you go and let you hunt with us. I can tell you're a hunter and that if you go without hunting for too long, you lose your touch. So, we decided that it would be best if you weren't tied up. And, I couldn't bear to see you suffer like that again."
You hadn't realized that Sam felt that way about you, or the fact that you had reach a gas station. You were just going to get some beer and some candy, especially candy canes, and then get out of there. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you couldn't let Sam see that. So, to avoid any other conversation with him, you made your way out of the Impala. You entered the store and grabbed the six pack of beer and some red vines and candy canes. You payed for then and made you way out into the parking lot to the moose leaning against the hood of the car with a worried look on his face.
You couldn't take that him liking you, and him not knowing about your feelings anymore. You walked up to the man and placed the things into the backseat. And looked at the man who was looking back at you with love in his eyes. You could see it and it was killing you to see him like this. You could see the way he felt in his turquoise eyes and when he did those puppy dog eyes, you knew you were a goner.
You did the only thing you knew how to do, you grabbed his collar, pulled him down and kissed him straight onto his lips. You felt him come closer to you and place his hands on your lower back, not wanting to go too fast. And your hand went to the back of his head and the other went to the side of his face. You both pulled apart and looked at each other.
"I've always wanted to do that." He said, his hands now on the sides your face. "You're also not just a pantsuit or an accent."
