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"The Winchester's will be here soon."
"I know that." Snarled the shapeshifter moving towards you, "Let's have some fun shall we?"
Your piercing screams echoed through the halls of the abandoned building as the shifter used a cow prod on you, over and over again. The burning metal left lasting imprints on your skin.
It had been two days since they abducted you. Your wrists were beyond numb. The shifters placed shackles on you the second they reached the building. They hung the shackles from the ceiling, causing your feet to barely be able to touch the ground.
"Hurry up, Dean. I have a really bad feeling about this." Sam said wringing his hands nervously.
"I'm working on it Sam!" Dean snapped back.
Both men had practically jumped out of the car, the minute Dean put it in park. Gearing up they headed for the buildings entrance. The shifters were waiting for them the second they had kidnapped you.
"Get 'em!" The head shifter said.
The rest of the shifters overpowered both men, not expecting them to attack them as soon as they walked in the door.
"Y/N!" Sam yelled worriedly towards you.
Both Winchester's were protective over you. Once bobby introduced the three of you it was almost instantly you became best friends. The oldest Winchester had been acting weird lately, but he would always say it was nothing when you asked him about it.
"Take him to the other room. I want to have fun with the old man, First." The head shifter said.
The other shifters nodded and did as they were told. Dean looked at you with a guilty expression. The shifters chained him to a chair, before they left.
"It's not your fault." You said softly.
He let out a heavy sigh, "Sweetheart."
"De-"
Cutting you off the shifter stopped in front of you, grabbing you by the throat, pulling you roughly into him. Leaning down, he bit your bottom lip harshly, causing you to groan. Placing his lips on yours, he placed soft kisses on them, before heating the kiss up.
His tongue pushed passed your lips, tracing your teeth. He tried to pry your mouth open, but you wouldn't budge.
"Open your mouth."
"No." You sassed.
"Open your mouth." He snarled, "Do I have to do it for you?"
