Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #94: Dying Young

This imagine is dedicated to SakshiTolia

Imagine: You die and go to Hell, and for months you are tortured by Demon!Sam and Demon!Dean. When the real Sam and Dean find you and bust you out, you have trouble trusting them again.

Age: 10

Warnings: Language, angst, physical and mental abuse (not sexual).

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I'd always thought I'd be the one to die young, not her. I'd always thought it would be me and Sam to die. I'd always thought that she'd be left to mourn us alone, and although the thought terrified me, I knew it would be better that way. If it was up to her to miss us, I knew she'd do a damn good job, but if it was the other way around?

We'd be too busy trying to get her back to worry about missing her.

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Why is it so dark in here? I thought to myself, squinting into the corners around me, trying to make out if anything was there. I was alone, I knew, yet still my heart pounded like mad in my chest and my eyes flicked back and forth nervously, patiently waiting the moment when I would no longer be.

I figured my restraints would be a bit more extravagant, seeing as I was in Hell, but much to my involuntary surprise, the only thing that held me was a bit of rusty old chain and a pair of handcuffs, binding me to the chair I sat in. I almost had it in me to be offended.

The only light to brighten the room was a dim bulb dangling from the ceiling above me, so close I could reach up and grab it if my hands were free. That bulb is what first told me that someone had entered. It sat still above me before a gust of some unknown wind caused it to swing lightly, and my gaze snapped to the darkness ahead of me. A chuckle emanated from it, causing my blood to freeze in place. I knew that voice.

"I'm impressed," the void said, "I tried so hard to come in quietly, but you still knew I was here."

"Now that I know you're here, why don't you show yourself?" I asked, attempting to sound confident, but my voice wavered, sounding shaky.

My eyes barely picked up a silhouette in the darkness as it shifted and moved forward, and they widened as it entered the light.

"Dean?"

"Hiya, sweetheart." He said before glancing behind him. Instinctively I followed his gaze and watched a second shadow step from the dark, forming Sam before I could even register that there was two of them.

"You guys found me!" I exclaimed cheerfully, my eyes lighting up, "That was fast! Now come untie me so we can go home."

Sam gave a long, deep chuckle. It was something I'd never heard come from Sam before. It was so undoubtedly evil. "No can do, cupcake. This is your home now, here with us."