Test Me

You opened your eyes, but there was only darkness. As your eyes adjust, you half make out a light source through the thin fabric tied over your eyes. You go to move it from your pounding head, but are unable to move your arms. shit. You pull at the ropes binding your hands to what you rightly assume is a bed head. The springy mattress pokes you in your bruised and battered back, making you wince. All at once memories start coming back to you.

A tall dark haired man, three cocktails.

The night before replays like a movie being fast forwarded.

He flirts with you, terribly, like an awkward 17 year old. He buys you a drink and makes a not so subtle remark about bringing you back to his hotel room, down the street. You didn't have work the next day, and fuck, he wasn't bad looking, you agree to go with him.

He held you upright as you both walked down the quiet, dark street to his hotel. You slurred out questions, asking him what he did but only got vague quiet answers in return.

He let you into his hotel, you walked in, kicked off your shoes and sat on the bed. As the door slammed and light turned on, you screamed. Ropes already fastened to the bed head, weird devil worship-y writing on the walls and knifes and guns on every flat surface. You tried to run but he caught you, you tried to fight but he was so much stronger. He threw you about like you were a rag doll.

You lay on the bed, memory restored, scared, and just now noticing the other voices in the room.

"So she's a what now?" A deep voice asks.

"At first I thought Siren, since the victims deaths matches that of a Sirens kill, but her appearance doesn't change in the mirror, So I think she's a some sort of Siren hybrid." The voice matches that of the dark haired stranger.

"You think?" Says a third man.

"We can't kill her over think, how can we be sure, what tests are there for a Siren hybrid?" The deep voiced man asks.

"Uh, thats why I called you. Often, these creatures will only reveal their true faces during the act.. of uh... pleasure."

A silence hangs over the room.

"Oh."

"And since i'm not exactly 'skilled' in that area, I called you."

"Right. Okay, Cas, just uh, head out, Sam and I will call you later."

'Cas' leaves quickly, and you are left alone with the other two.

The deep voiced man starts to speak, but is cut off by Sam, "Dean. She's awake."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you wonder how the hell he knew.

Theres another long pause, and then footsteps coming closer and closer to you.

"Good-morning sunshine." Deans voice only inches from your ear. You flinch at his closeness. "Maybe you could make this easier for everyone and tell us what you are, and why you did what you did." Sam, now standing on the other side of you, asks.

"I.. I haven't done anything. Please, let me go. I wont go to the police, I swear." You manage to speak through your fear.

Your blindfold is torn away form you and a strong muscular hand grasps your jaw. "Sweetheart, I think it'd be best for us all, if you just tell the truth. What are you?" Dean squeezes then releases you from his grasp.

"Im not anything. I don't undertone whats happening, please, just let me go."

"I don't think this is working Dean." Sam says, he and Dean meet at the end of the bed and talk in a hushed tone.