Crowley's Daughter (Sam Winchester~ Supernatural)

Savior

I woke up in a dark cold room. The last thing I remember is being knocked out cold in the back alley. Currently, I was tied up to a chair with a bandana in my mouth. It was cold in this place.

I had to come up with a plan to get out of here. No one would come to save me. There was no one around to do so. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to help me break loose.

I spotted some an old antique razor on top of an old dresser, but it was across the room. Standing on my tiptoes, I got the advantage of being able to walk across the room. Those horrible ballet classes I took when I was younger sure payed off. I turned around and got a grasp of the razor in my hand. Within seconds, my hands were out of the ropes.

As soon as I got lose, I pulled out my knife. If the shape shifter was still around, it'd be the only thing to kill it. I walked up the steps and reached for the door knob. Suddenly, I heard a bunch of crashing. Luckily, I had a gun on me as well. My brother always taught me to be prepared.

I busted the door open and saw a full on brawl. Dean was fighting Logan, and I heard people running up the stairs.

"Milani! No!" I heard Sam yell, followed by a gunshot.

This had become a mess. I had no idea what to do, but once I got my head together, I ran up the stairs. Pulling my gun out, I walked into the room where I thought I heard the gun shot. No one. Someone came up behind me and threw me to the ground.

The shape shifter had taken my form. It bent down and tried to slit my throat. With the knife in hand, I stabbed it right into the chest of the monster. It collapsed on too of me. Pushing it of, I heard someone walk into the room.

"Sam, don't." I said raising my hands.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't."

"It's me, the real me."

That's when Logan ran in, tackling Sam.

"Leave her alone!" He yelled.

I had to do something, Sam was getting beat up. I jumped on Logan's back and dug my nails into his face. He pushed me up against the wall, and I let go. Again, I felt blood pumping through my body. My heart beat racing. I was raging. Blacking out, I bashed Logan and couldn't control myself.

"Milani! Stop!"

"I can't!" I started sobbing.

Flashbacks of Damian running away and my mom passing filled my head. I finally stopped. Dropping to the floor, I let the tears stream.

Sam ran to my side and wrapped his arms around me. He was a complete stranger, but I found comfort in him. Crying into his arms, I buried my head into his chest.

Dean ran in and pointed his gun at me. The hurt inside me secretly begged him to pull the trigger.

"Please, do it. Make this pain go away."

"Dean, don't. It's really her. Don't."