Being Human

To Late

         A/n: So I was in the middle of writing this chapter when I noticed it was starting to get a little torture-y. So this is a warning this chapter has mentions of torture. Please read at your own desecration. So this is what I do with a free day, I update. As normal please let me know what ya'll think!

      You were starving, you were sure of it. That was the only thought running thru your mind as you walked into the diner, the smell of food drawing you to the counter. You took a seat and picked up the menu that was sitting in front of you. You looked over the menu for a minute before the waiter came to take your drink order. You placed your food order at the same time, he left you alone to take your order to the cook and take care of the other customers.

       You pulled out your phone with the plan to text Sam. You were feeling lonely, and you missed the moose sized hunter. You quickly opened your phone, pulled up the messages app, and clicked Sam's name. You began typing the small message you wanted to send to him when the bell above the door rung. You turned to see who had just come in. A young man with blond hair and a fancy suit had just walked in the door. When he saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You didn't think about it much, and turned around to start picking at your food that had just arrived.

    Your phone vibrated,  Sam had text you back. Hey y/n, I'm glad you text me. I found out what Dean did. It was wrong. Cas and I are worried about you, so we are on our way to find you.  You were happy to here from Sam, but you didn't want him to come to your rescue like this. You were worried that your presence would only cause more problems between the brothers.

       You quickly sent a replay back. Sam please don't come for me. Go back to the bunker, to your brother. I am fine, I can take care of myself. You and Cas have no reason to worry about me. You felt bad for coming between the brothers. You continued eating your meal while you waited for Sam's reply.

      Something didn't feel right, you got the feeling that you were being watched. Slowly you turned to look around. No one stood out to you, and no one seemed to be watching you. You chalked it up to nerves. You turned back to your food and continued eating.

      Your phone buzzed. Look y/n you're in danger. Cas told me what's going on, I know who you are. I'm not mad at you for not telling me, I understand why. But I need to find you. The angels are tracking you down. What, he knows! Oh father, this is bad. What if he hates me now. After all I did lie to him. You thought to yourself. that's when the next part of Sam's message processed. Angels were tracking you? That was definitely not good, your brothers and sisters hated you for your part in the fall. Maybe Sam was right, you might need his help.

      You were about to text Sam your location, when a hand was placed on your shoulder, and something sharp was pressed against the small of your back. You froze in your place. you glanced around the room slowly trying to see if anyone had noticed your situation. The few people who were in the diner were completely oblivious to the danger you were in.

     "Hello sister, long time no see." The man behind you breathed into your ear. "If you do anything to cause suspicion I will kill every. Single. Lowlife hairless ape in this building." You nodded your head slowly. "Good, now stand up and calmly walk outside with me."

     You slowly stood up and turned around, the angel stayed behind you. He pressed the tip of what you assumed was an angle blade into your back, causing you to gasp. You walked as calmly as you could out the door. The Angel behind you quickly led you to a nearby alley where a black car was waiting. He maneuvered you to the back of the car where he popped the trunk.

     "Listen, I had no idea what Metatron was planning. You have to believe m-" You were cut of when the angle hit you on the back of the head hard enough for your world to go completely black.

      When you came to it was still dark. You tried to look around you and figure out where you were, but the slightest movement sent pain radiating thru the back of your head. Despite the pain you kept trying to look around. You were strapped to a wooden chair in the middle of a small room. The walls were made of logs, and it was freezing in the room. You were alone, your captor was no where in site.

     You started struggling in your chair, determined to break the bonds that were holding you. If you still had your grace these bonds would have been simple to break. You struggled for what felt like forever.

     "You really are pathetic. Even more so now that you are human." The angel smiled at you from across the room. "Yes I know you are graceless, word travels fast. Everyone knows that you and Castiel are week, and everyone knows that you two are responsible for all the trouble we have had to endure." He stalked into the room, angle blade in hand. He stood over you, and sneered down at you. "You know how many of our brothers and sisters died in the fall, how many have yet to find a vessel. And its all because of you and your cohorts."

     During his rant his grip on the angel blade had gotten tighter, and he had moved it closer to your neck. You were scared, you knew what he was capable of,  and considering how angry he was he could very well kill you.

     "I was tricked!! Please you have to believe me! Castiel and I had no idea what Metatron was planning." The angle yelled, and sliced your cheek with the blade. You yelled in pain, the blood trickled down your face.

     "Liar! You knew exactly what you were doing! You and Castiel deserve to pay for what you did to us!" He screamed in your face before dragging the blade down your arm leaving a trail of blood behind. You screamed again, the pain was white hot, you had never experienced this kind off pain before. Uninvited tears started to run down your cheeks, mixing with the blood already on your cheek.

       "I promise you, I never knew what was being planned. Castiel and I are innocent!" He drug the blade down your collar bone next, slowly, and deep. You cried out in pain again, you were getting lightheaded.

     "It will be an honor to kill you y/n. But not before you tell me where Castiel is." He smiled at you before plunging the knife into your leg. You screamed, and felt your world start to spin, before everything went black.

Sam's P.O.V.

      Y/n never answered me back after I told her I knew who she was. I was worried that she didn't want to talk to me anymore. I really hoped that she was okay. She hadn't told me where she was so Cas and I had been to the two towns that surrounded the one we had been staying in. We weren't getting anywhere though. No one had seen her.

    Cas needed to eat something, his new human self was defiantly malnourished. And if I was being honest I was pretty hungry too. I decided that we would stop at a small diner that was in town. We walked in the door, and were met by the sight of a few cops talking to the waiter, and bagging evidence.

     I walked up to the cops and flashed my FBI badge at them. "Hey, what's going on here?" I asked.

     The cop shrugged at me before answering me. "Some h/c woman left suddenly about half an hour ago. The waiter here seems to think that she was forced out by someone." He turned back around and continued bagging evidence. Curiosity had gotten the better of me, so I decided to go talk to the waiter.

    The young man was being questioned by the other cop. I flashed my badge at both of them. "I'm Agent John Floyed with the FBI. Can you tell me what happened here."

     The waiter nodded. "This h/c chick with e/c eyes came in earlier, she ordered a hamburger and fries. She was on her phone for most of the time, she didn't talk to anyone. She seemed normal. Some guy came up to her, and she got up and left with him. She seemed scared, she was stiff, and the guy who was with her had something he was holding against her. I figured it was a gun or something, so I called the cops."

     I nodded at him. I was a bit shaken up, y/n fits the description he gave. I quickly walked back to the other cop who was bagging evidence. "Did the woman leave a phone behind by chance?" I asked.

   The cop nodded and handed me an evidence bag with a cell phone in it. My hands started shaking. It was y/n's phone.