Can we trust the huntress?

Control? (21)

„Hello" Margareta smiled at them „I am Maggie."

Sam and Jack looked at dean and Castiel, they just nodded.

„Hello!" jack raised his hand at the mid aged women who softly smiled at his welcoming gesture.

After the boys introduced themselves to Margareta, she dropped a few books on their table, that were wrapped in shining old leather. Each one of them had a different name on them, but the same surname.

„Beer?" Dean asked everyone in the room. Castiel kindly declined while the others smiled at him, nodding their head yes. „Beer." Dean dissapeared into the kitchen, his steps were still audible when he entered it. Only two minutes later he returned with four bottles.

„Thank you Dean." Dean placed all the bottles on the table as he lifted two up to give one to Margareta and the other to himself. Jack and Sam leaned forward to get theirs from the table.

„So these are all the diaries that my ancestors wrote about the Mark. This might take a few days if I'm being honest. It is old language and hard to interpret but when we translate important information into our language, we should be able to help your friend."

The boys exchanged looks as they took a deep breath in. They've known y/n for a few months only and she means so much to them. Yet they have never shared a hug with her, what they were desperately looking forward too. The only connection they had in weeks were aggressive threats and attempted murder.

„Speaking of your friend. Can I have any information about her?"

„Well her name is y/n y/l/n and she is 23."

„She's been hunting for about 12 years now, crazy right?."

„Had a good childhood until everything took a turn"
The boys completed eachother.

„Alright alright. Back to her childhood. Was there anything that could've caused the amount of anger she's been feeling?"

„Her family was killed by a demon when she was 11. A few years later her friend died on a hunt."

„Good to know" she mumbled under her breath. „So, the Mark chooses its host by the amount of anger that is bottled up inside them. The uncontrollable feeling that someone is desperately trying to hide. Someone who never talks about their feelings, that- that sets a smile on their face and has a a loving but cocky personality, someone who isn't able to love. Someone who's broken inside."

The boys looked at each other, their sorrow face expressions showed their care for y/n, they all could relate to the feeling that Margareta explained but no one knew how exhausting it was for y/n. Margareta was about to Continue as they heard the rattling of chains again.

"What was that?" Margareta quizzed.

"Uh" Sam started "we got y/n here in our dungeon"

"Dungeon?" Margareta questioned, slightly shocked that they own that.

They all smiled at Maggie's reaction.

"Can I see her?" Maggie asked.

"Uh yes" Castiel got up from the chair he lowered himself in a few minutes ago and walked towards the hallway that lead to room 7B. The rest followed him. As they entered the room, sam and dean both pushed the shelves aside and revealed Y/n on her knees while she pulled her Arms together, desperately trying to get her hands out of the chains. Her wrists were red and sore as blood drops slowly dripped onto the ground. In that moment, were she noticed that Sam, Dean and the others were back, she jumped up back up to her feet and blankly stared at them. Her Hair was falling into her face and her dark and dead but green eyes sent shivers down their spine. Y/n was about to say something when she noticed a shorter figure behind jack. The knee long brown red skirt matching shoes immediately fell into her eye sight.