I'm Yours [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 3

Katie let out a scream, as Abbadon stabbed her thigh, and dragged the knife down.

"Look, you little whore, tell me about the Winchesters, and this will all stop." Abbadon shouted at Katie.

"I'd rather suck your dick, bitch." Katie snarled. Lips pursed, Abbadon marched over to her torturing cart. She took a long metal stick, and put the tip into the fire burning in the fireplace. Once the tip was glowing orange, she marched over to Katie, and placed it on her arm.

Katie bit her lips, struggling to hold the screams of pain, as her arm's skin started to deteriorate. The whole room was starting to stink of burned skin. Abbadon finally took away the stick, a look of hate on her face.

"What is it going to take? I've burned you, stabbed you, broken your body. What will it take?" Abbadon was getting quite furious.

"I will die, before I tell you anything about them."

"I'll just bring you back. Queen of Hell, you know." Katie laughed.

"You're no queen."

"Oh really? Talk to the demons."

"They refer to you as "Master." Not queen. Crowley is still the king of Hell."

"I am twice the man he will ever be."

"Look, I don't really give a shit about your drama down there. So, if possible, could we just continue the physical torturing? The verbiage torturing is worse."

"I'm not even insulting you!"

"Exactly."

"Fine. As you wish." Abbadon whispered, as she poured burning hot water on Katie's shoulder.

...

Sam was sitting at the table, when he heard the front door burst open. In came Dean, dragging a body behind him.

"What's that?" asked Sam, quickly standing up.

"Demon." was all Dean said, and continued to drag the body towards the dungeon. Sam followed. Dean propped up the limp body into the chair and handcuffed the demon to the chair.

The demon was a possessing a woman around her twenties. She had blonde hair and grey eyes, which often shifted to black.

"Who are you?" Asked Sam. The demon looked at Sam with hatred.

"My name is Ebony." Ebony snapped.

"Ebony? What the hell is a kind of name like that?" Dean grumbled. Ebony snapped her head to Dean.

"Ebony means dark strength and beauty, you filthy Winchester. My name was chosen from Lucifer himself." Turning to Sam, she added, "Oh don't worry Sam he misses you too." In a mil-second, Dean had punched Ebony in the face.

"Don't you dare attack him whore." Dean shouted at her. Ebony spat out blood and started to laugh.

"Meg was right. The Winchesters do punch like a girl." Dean started to get his torturing instruments ready while Sam started to ask Ebony questions.

"Are you associated with Abaddon?"

"Is Dean associated with Castiel?" Dean stared at Ebony.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Dean snarled at her. Ebony rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. And, I'm not saying anything, even if you poke that nice stick up my asshole."

"We'll see about that." Dean said, sharping his knife. "Let's get started."