Supernatural BSM/DDM IMAGINES (Requests open)

Out of control - Team Free Will BSM

You technically grew up with the boys, Jody was your adopted mom, so you considered Cas, Dean, and Sam as older brothers a lot, So they often helped your mom with things as you got older, you were nineteen now and your mom felt helpless, you were out of control.

The lights of the club dance floor flashed different colors matching the beat of the music that blasted through the speakers, sweaty bodies danced together, either jumping and dancing around or grinding on each other. You were a part of the group that was jumping around and dancing with your friends, if your life was a movie this would be one of the parts of the movie that was going in slow motion showing you and your friends dancing at different angles. How you got into a twenty one and over bar only? Easy, fake IDs. Walking towards the bar again your black platform boots rubbed against your baggy jeans, the chain that dangled in the middle of your chest swayed as you walked, if you would ask any guy here they'd easily say you were hot, your dark pink hair clashed with your outfit perfectly, you were quite proud of your outfit currently (a picture is at the top because I have no clue how to capture it like I want to, and the face claim is my queen Xepher Wolf).

You carried the drinks back over to your friends, they took their cups still dancing around, different types of drugs were still in your systems, although more drugs were in your friends systems than yours. The drugs and alcohol mixed made the colors brighter and pop, and they made everything a lot more fun and pumped. As the song switched you and your friends immediately started singing to it loudly and dancing, that was until all four of your friends started drooling over three men who were stalking towards your group, slowly turning around you froze, walking towards you in quick strides were three men, but not just any men, the most feared hunters in the monster world, The Winchester's and their little angel. They didn't say anything as Sam picked you up over his shoulder and carried you out towards the impala, if you were sober than you would've felt the anger surging from each man, but you weren't sober, so you just fought against Sam.

The ride to the bunker was silent, and you could feel the tension rising but you didn't care, you still argued "what the hell!? I was having fun! A-and you can't! YOU CAN'T FUCKING KIDNAP ME!" You screamed slapping the back of Sam's head harshly, all he did was grunt in anger and pain. Whenever you guys did arrive at the bunker it wasn't Sam who dragged you in, it was Dean, you and Dean were always close, always doing stupid shit together, so the grip he had on your wrist kinda shocked you. Still pissed you tried shoving Dean away, he pushed you back though forcing you to sit on the couch. "What the hell were you thinkin huh?!" Dean screamed, anxiety filled your body, he was pissed, deadly pissed. "You're fuckin nineteen! You're scaring your mother to death! She called at four in the morning crying because you're out of control!" He screamed, unknown to your drug and alcohol confidence you stood up "she's not even my real mother!-" you were cut off by a slap, Dean Winchester had slapped you, not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to let you know you were in the wrong. "You better watch your fucking mouth. Jody raised you from four years old and dealt with your fucking bratty ass, she might as well be your fucking biological mom. Now what the fuck were you thinking huh? I know you were all fucking wasted. What were you going to do huh!? Walk home?! That's how you get fucking kidnapped and sex trafficked! You're fucking st-" Dean stopped his rant as Sam held your bag, more specifically, a tiny packet from your purse, filled with white powder, he grabbed your jaw quickly staring at your face analyzing it almost. "Go. To the dungeon" Dean growled pulling you down the basement steps shoving you back into the seat forcing you to sit "you're gonna sit in here and get fucking clean. Just like sammy did." He snapped glaring daggers at you as he shut the doors, and just like that, you were alone.

The next following days were hell, you were sweating but cold, your body was in constant pain and it felt like the food that the boys were giving you wasn't enough. The second day Dean walked in and took every sharp and dangerous thing out, crying out in pain you curled up on the floor, tears never dried on your face because you couldn't stop crying. Many many times Sam wanted to come in, he wanted to hug you until you were okay to leave the torture room, but Dean always held him back and shook his head. "P-please! Just let me out!" You sobbed, your voice was broken and strained, your cries didn't even stop whenever Sam slowly walked in "p-please Sam I'm sorry" you cried looking at him, he silently slid down the wall next to you pulling you closer to him as he held you. "I know..I know y/n..you're gonna be okay..I'm not gonna leave until you're ready to leave the room..Dean is moving in a bed..and a tv in here.." he whispered to you kissing your head gently "you're gonna be okay..you've just gotta get better.." Sam whispered rubbing your back "I don't wanna get better..Sammy please let me out" you begged clinging onto Sam, praying that whenever Dean brought the bed into the room you were locked in it'd have a blanket.

The last few days were the worst, you were curled up on the bed, the blanket wrapped around your body tightly trying to keep any warmth, you kept projectile vomiting and coughing as loud as your could, you swear your throat was bleeding from the coughs. "Y/n...?" Jody whispered walking farther into the room next to Dean, you didn't move though, didn't even make a noise except for the occasional cough and gag. "Y/n.." she repeated making you look at her, she slowly crawled onto the bed laying next to you. Relieved she was actually just laying with you you allowed yourself to relax and try to sleep "you'll be okay..you get to come home tomorrow..and everything will be better.." she whispered, you nodded a bit staying silent knowing once you got out of this room you'd be free again. That's all you wanted. Freedom.