"DEAN?" I called out, but got no response. I had no clue where I was, but I knew I was tied to a table with a desk of tools next to it, my only clothes being underwater and a bra. The room was dark, the only light coming from a cracked open door, and a lightbulb on the ceiling.
The door pushed open, then shut as a man walked into the room. I didn't recognize him at all, but he had black eyes. Demon.
"Hello, (y/n). I'm afraid your boy-toy can't hear you right now," he spoke with a evil grin, examining the tools on the desk.
"Why am I here?"
"You, my dear, are here because I need information, and you refuse to give it to me. I'm sure it's not your first time in the situation," he brings a knife with something on it to my arm, pressing it to my skin slightly.
"Now, I'm going to ask you again. Where's Sam Winchester and Bobby Singer and what are they doing?"
"That depends, why do you want to know?"
The man frowned and sliced into my arm, the liquid on the knife making a horrible burning sensation.
"You're too cocky, I think it's time someone showed you you can't get away with everything just because you know how to use sarcasm."
Next thing I knew, there was fabric in my mouth to muffle any noise I'd make and the tools were being dug into multiple different areas of my skin, for sure leaving scars.
It hurt so bad, all I wanted to do was pass out, but he wouldn't let me. He kept me conscious the whole time. I could no longer see because of the tears in my eyes. My ears had blocked out everything and all I could focus on was the pain. How much I needed Dean to save me, like always.
"I don't know why Dean even bothers with you, you're just a pain in the arse," he said, making me notice the accent he had. "It's like every other day you're getting saved by him. You should learn how to care for yourself," he cut into my stomach as he spoke.
As soon as I was almost sure I was about to pass out from blood loss, the door bangs open and a man starts beating up the demon, taking out a gun and pointing it at him.
Without warning, the man shot, the body falling to the floor. He then turned to me. "(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you okay?" It was Dean. "I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"
He unbounded me and gave me his jacket, also having removed the fabric from my mouth. "I shouldn't have left you alone, I'm so sorry."
"No, I should be sorry. You're the one having to save me all the time."
He picked me up off the table, being careful not to touch the cuts. "Believe me, (y/n), I'd much rather be saving you all the time than standing over your have once, wishing I could've saved you."
He got me back to the house and fixed up my wounds, then cuddled me in his bed. It was the first time we had the chance to in quite awhile.
"I love you, (Y/n), I hope you know that."
"I love you too, Dean."
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FanficThis book will not only include oneshots about the characters, but also the actors. I try not to make things too sad, but there may be a few. They aren't the best, I know that, but here they are anyways. I will also accept requests. Keep in mind, w...
