Pour Me Out ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

Alayna Van Allen vs Catherine Peirce

Alayna woke up in a new place. The first thing to come back to her was her sense of touch, the course rope around her wrist, keeping her arms tied behind the back of the chair and her ankles to the legs of the chair. Then her vision came back to her and she realized she was up in the study rather than the bunker like she had been for the past three days.

"Good, you're awake." She looked over at Dean when he spoke and then passed him at Sam as he came to join them in the study. "We thought you could use a little Sunshine." He grinned sarcastically. At his words, Sam threw the curtains on the far end open, causing her to cringe and shrink back from the light she'd been kept from for days now.

"I'm bored," Alayna croaked. "Can I go back to solitary?"

"No," Dean was the one to answer. "I kind of like you in the hot seat."

"So, what? You gonna torture me now?" She laughed like that was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard, and Dean and Sam shared a look over her head. "Am I supposed to be afraid of the two of you?"

"You will be." Sam spoke up this time, his voice void of any emotion. "And when you are, focus on that fear. It's the key to getting your soul back."

"You're not gonna hurt me." She shrugged confidently.

"You don't think so?"

"No," Alayna didn't back down from Dean's intense gaze. "And even if you do manage to get my soul back, I'll remember all of this, and I'll hate both of you for it."

Dean slowly looked up at Sam over the brunette's head. Alayna without a soul, or Alayna with a soul who might possibly hate them for this. He knew his choice. He clicked his tongue, "worth the risk. Sammy?"

Alayna gasped suddenly as she was drenched in ice cold water, actual ice cubes hitting the carpet around her. Her mouth dropped open slightly, looking from Dean, over to Sam who came walking around setting the bucket on the table. "What the Hell?"

Sam didn't say a word, simply positioned the fan so it was pointed at her and flicked it on - full blast. Alayna cringed, a shiver going down her spine as the cold air blew across her cold, wet skin. She masked it well, muttering profanities under her breath.

Dean bent over beside her, his hands on his knees, "I didn't quite catch that."

"I'll kill you both." She scowled at him.

"Bingo," Dean smirked, straightening up and tossing Sam a look that basically said 'I told you so'. "See? There's a little rage. I should've known that'd be the first emotion to come out of you. I tend to pull that out of people."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's taunting and knelt in front of the drenched brunette, "Alayna, look at me," she slowly turned murderous brown eyes one him, her hair stringy and wet around her face. "We don't want to do this, okay? We can stop this right now. It's your choice."

Instead, she laughed, a breathy, exhausted laugh. "Kind of funny, actually, you being the one to turn on the fan. I bet part of you enjoys it," her tone was dark and Sam did his best to keep his face neutral, not letting anything slip passed the mask and show her a sign of weakness in him. "You know, since I screwed your brother, and all."

"Wow," Dean came down to join his brother, when Sam said nothing. "That was down right vindictive." He shared a look with Sam. "See, now I think we're breaking through that tough, candy shell and getting into the ooey, gooey, rich center of you emotions."

"Funny," Alayna smirked weakly at him. "But, then again, you always seem to cover up your pathetic self loathing with humor, don't you."

Dean squared off his jaw, his tongue poking out to lick his dry lips and drop his gaze to his hands. Sam cleared his throat, "I know what you're going through. After all you've done, you're afraid to face the guilt you'll feel after you get your soul back. The only way we can help you is to make the alternative hurt even worse." With that, he straightened up, going over to the fan and kicking it up a notch.