The rain was pouring down outside the motel, thunder crashing from time to time making her flinch. She was sitting at the foot of the bed, bound on her hands and feet and head lowered - she had been smacked around quite a lot after she had been found by the demon.The demon in front of her cleared his throat and she looked up, meeting his eyes - he smirked.
"You wouldn't have a bottle of whiskey lying around here, would you sweetheart?" He looked around the crappy motel room, searching for the golden liquor.
She didn't answer.
"I'm sorry love, are you deaf? I asked you a fucking question" He leaned down and grabbed her chin lifting it up so they were looking into each other's eyes.
"Let me li, li..live, p.p..pplease!" She stuttered, sounding so small and frail-
He let go of her chin and took a step back, he laughed and lifted his hand to hit her, only to be interrupted by the door flying open.
"Stand down you filthy demon, let her go now!" a man came barging into the room and pressed the demon against the wall.
"I'm afraid that Y/N here is going to have to stay with me a little while lon..." He didn't get the chance to finish before a dagger was plunged into his abdomen, killing him. The man pulled out the dagger, that he had hidden behind his back.
Y/N and the man's eyes met, he untied her and pulled her up from the bed and into a tight, warm hug, but she quickly pulled away, smacking the man across the cheek and storming out of the motel room.
He ran after her, out into the rain, caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
"You're just gonna leave? No thank you or expression of gratitude for saving your ass" He raised his voice, slowly filling up with anger.
"I was almost killed, killed for knowing you, for being with you, for loving you!" She was fuming with rage and hurt, she was not holding anything back.
He was at a loss for words, the anger had immediately left his body and before he could say anything, she spoke:
"Goodbye Dean" She wiped away her tears, and disappeared into the night - leaving the Winchester boy broken.
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DEAN WINCHESTER ; one shots
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