I'm a Rose? (Dean Winchester fan fic)

If you can't die. Then how are you alive.

The knife glided along my skin making a long, deep cut. The blood seeped down my arm and slowly dripped forming a small puddle on the ground. I yelped and hissed as the cut began to heal. Pink light glowed from the insertion and both ends connected again. Soon the pain stopped and I looked up at Crowley. His eyes widen for a second until he faced relaxed and went back to his devilish grin and he raised the knife up again. This time he stabbed my upper thigh and pulled the knife all the way down my leg, slicing to the bone. I yelled and begged and pleaded to make the pain stop as my blood created a pool in the ground much larger then the one created by my arm. Tears escaped from my eyes as he leaned on forward.

"You are very special, no wonder they took interest in you. Now, tell me, why are you with the Winchesters, how do you know them." He smirked.

"Why do you want to know, not like I will tell you, screw off," I spat. The pink light slowly started to heal my cut. it was slower than the last one, by my understanding the deeper the cut the more it will take to heal it, just like any other injuries.

"Lets just say, we go way back," he rolled his eyes and walked behind me. He looked through he 'tools' and grabbed one of them. He came into view with a wand like knife that is silver. He looked back down to me.

"Finding the brothers are now put on my back burner, I want to know more about you," he pointed the knife towards me. "Especially what kills you." He jabbed the blade towards my face making me lean further into the chair. He lifted the knife in to the air and slashed it downwards. It glided from my right shoulder, across my chest, to me left hip. I started sweating letting my sweat seep into the wounds making it sting far worst then it already did. But yet again it healed with the sight of the pink light. He tilted his head in confusion but he quickly understood.

The small king continued to slash, stabbed, and slice me with all different methods and tools but the injuries continued to heal. The pain gotten worse and all my energy just disappeared. He just gave up after hours of torture

"They probably gave up on you. You are nothing. You simply don't exist. If you can't die ... then how do you live." He sat down.

I slumped into my seat. Every nerve in my body wanted to get mad. To be angry but I physically couldn't be angry. My eyes began to get heavier like it was being dragged down by two cinder blocks. The exhaustion taking over me as he finally stop the torture. Crowley made his way to the door in front of me. He looked back and beckons the other demons his way.

"Put her back in the room, I'm done with her," the king announced and walked on out. The two demons undid the handcuffs around my wrists and ankles which attached me to the rusty old chair. They hulled me to my feet not even bothering to let me gain my balance and began to drag me to my room. Half way to the room my legs go limp and I trip forwards falling into there hands. Fighting against the weight of my eyes. But soon they won the battle and I slowly shut them and feel into a deep sleep.

Sam P.O.V

Dean head whipped upwards to face me in a instant. He cocked he head to the side demanding me to continue. I sat down and explain what has been running through my mind.

"He wants us to go to the coordinates to trap us, right?" I asked and Dean nodded.

"Well, what if we trap him," my eyebrows raised waiting for my brother to approve so far. "He will most likely have many of his companions with him. But if we get there in ten we can set up a trap. A demon trap."

Dean just sat there staring into the abyss. Lost in the unknown. I snapped my fingers in front of the face until he snapped out of it.

"Sure, sounds great. Now let's go." He bounced up and started towards the stairs to the outside of the bunker. I look at Castiel and I just made my way following Dean. The sun shined directly on my face as it began to fall making the sky and beautiful shades of orange, red, pink, and blue. When Castiel got out the door and closed it, the impala rang to life. We marched to the car and hopped in as Dean pressed on the gas pedal.

The ride was silent, the only sound was the engine and the gravel against the rubber of the tires. The coordinates lead us the forest just a mile from the bunker. All of us got out of the car and we all gathered around the opened trunk.

"Ok so we have ten minutes to get to the spot and put down the trap." I said and grabbed the spray can. They grabbed what they need and we close the trunk and made our way to the forest entrance.

In two minutes our phones lead us to a open area in the forest. The perfect spot to meet with someone. Also a perfect spot for hidden creatures waiting and spying on their prey. We then got to work.

Dean gathered the fallen leaves of the ground making a direct opening to the grass. I then began of spray painting the grass into the shape so well known to me. The grass then turned into the trap to keep Crowley and his friends in place. Dean, Castiel, and I then began to kick and place the leaves Dean gathered up over the trap to conceal it.

"Don't tell them about it. Let them figure it out. It's easy to scratch off so the more we can hold them the better," I ordered and they just nod and got into position. I turned around looking over my shoulder when I felt a presence behind me. I turned back around and I saw three figures standing there.

Crowley wasn't one of them.