You Are Not Alone (Sister Winchester)

Part 1

WARNINGS: Might not be for everyone!! Angst, mentions of rape (not too graphic)

All it took was one wrong move. One decision, one slim chance of fate to irrevocably change your life forever. Like when you had decided to take a hunt by yourself, proving to your brothers that you were more than capable of handling the big, bad monsters by yourself. You quickly found out it's not always the monsters you have to worry about.
It was a quick hunt, just a town over, no need for a hotel room. Go in, kill the vengeful spirit, head back home in time to enjoy a beer with your brothers. Brothers who were enjoying a little R&R after their latest hunt. However, you knew nothing was ever that easy.
The hunt proved simple, finding out where the woman had been buried, heading into the cemetery, and exhausting yourself digging up her grave. About half way through a man showed up, claiming he was another hunter in town. He was handsome, with his reddish blonde hair and grayish blue eyes. He had smiled at you, giving you a hand and finishing off the digging. Sitting on the ground, your shotgun at the ready, you watched as his blue overshirt stretched over his broad shoulders. He was a man you wouldn't mind getting to know better. Especially since he was a hunter and knew what your life was like.
Pulling out your phone, you sent a quick message off to your oldest brother. "Might not be coming home tonight after all."
It wasn't even a minute later when your phone chimed. "Hunt going okay? Need a helping hand?"
"Hunt's almost over. Just met someone, thought I might have a little fun." You replied back, knowing how much your brothers worried about you. "He's a hunter. Helping with the hunt."
Almost instantly a reply came back, and you glanced down to see your new friend, Dorian, was done digging, and was currently in the process of climbing out of the grave. Ignoring your brother's text, you went to help Dorian, dumping salt over the body while he quickly shot at the spirit who showed up, fighting to remain an entity. Tossing your lighter in, you watched as she went up in flames.
"Why don't we have a drink? Celebrate a job well done." Dorian suggested. "We can head back to my hotel room, relax a little."
His bright smile and his twinkling eyes had you agreeing, following behind in your car as he drove the short distance to his motel in his pitch black monster of a truck. Waiting for you, he placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you into the small room. Hearing the click of a lock, you jumped, turning in suprise, a little nervous and unsettled at being in a locked room with someone you barely knew.
"Maybe this was a bad idea." You muttered, heading towards the door, but his hand reached out, grabbing your arm, stopping you.
"Wait. Sit down, have a drink." He ordered, his easy going and calm demeanor changing instantly into one that was harsh and scary. Reaching for your phone, you pulled it out, planning on calling your brother, but he reached and grabbed it, smashing it under his booted foot. "Please. We can do this the easy way."
"Let me go, and my brothers won't have to know about this." You threatened, bringing your brothers names up, knowing they were revered in the hunting community.
"Oh, but I want your brothers to find out. You see, it's because of them my best friend is dead. I've lost something important to me, they can lose something important to them."
Rushing to the door, you screamed when he grabbed your hair, pulling you back before slamming you on the bed. Fighting with all of your might, you kicked andscreamed, hoping someone in the room next to you would hear you.
Your life had never been easy, spending most of it fighting for your life. None of those fights compared to this. Fighting as a man heavier than you ripped your clothes from your body, forcing himself on you. Hitting you when you tried to fight, choking you when you screamed. Time seemed to stand still, forever locked in this nightmare that never ended. His once handsome eyes were now cold and full of lust as he raged over you, his broad shoulders holding you to the mattress. What seemed like hours later, he finally grunted, fulfilling his lust before rollling off of you, sated.
Laying there, you couldn't stop the shaking that ran through your body, or the tears that poured down your cheek. Before he could move, you reached over, grabbing the huge, ancient phone from the nighstand, bringing it down and smashing it on his head.
Taking the nearest set of clothing you could find, holding them to your chest, you grabbed your keys, before rushing to your car. Making sure you weren't being followed, you stomped on the gas, driving as fast as you could, pulling on a t-shirt as you went. With your heart racing, you raised your hand up, seeing the bruised knuckles, the skin under your nails from your fight.
Sobs ripping from your throat, you headed straight home, to the bunker, your stomach queasy and ready to throw up at a moment's notice. Your entire body felt as if you had fought a pack of werewolves, your lower region painful and raw.
It wasn't that long of a drive back to the bunker, but by the time you saw the tall, unique looking building in your front window, you were about ready to collapse. Pulling into the garage, you shut the engine off, but made no move to exit the car. Leaning your head against the steering wheel, you let the tears fall, feeling stained, and dirty, completely ruined.
"Y/N, you're back!" Dean exclaimed, Sam not far behind him. Pulling open your door, Dean waited for you to step out, to throw your arms around him like you usually did when you returned from a solo hunt. "Y/N, what's up?" He asked, noticing your shaking shoulders. Looking up at him, you noticed the moment he realized that you weren't okay, that something horrible had just happened to you. His green eyes narrowed and darkened, his brows furrowing, his hands clasping into fists at his sides. His entire body tensed, before he forced himself to relax, to be there for you before he killed the bastard that had hurt you.