Breathe. Keep breathing.
That was all the encouragement you could utter to yourself, as you were suspended by the shackles and chains that were the only force keeping you upright.
You were freezing, due to being locked away in a cell far below the ground, left only in your shorts and bra.
God damned demons…
You knew why they wanted you. Exactly 3 weeks, 2 days and 18 hours earlier you knew you'd been bested the moment you'd stepped foot into your shabby motel room. You'd been driving for days, and needed just a couple of hours of sleep. You peeled off the interstate and into some dead-end town. You had a bad feeling about it to begin with, but pegged that to your paranoia and anxiety that followed you your entire life-and for good reason, at that.
Not only are you a hunter (a damned good one), you are a hybrid- and a special one at that. As you'd been told by both demons and angels, you are a walking abomination. Your mother had been a soft-hearted, kind and loving soul, and quite literally an Angel. On a daily basis, you cling to fond memories of her from your childhood. You never knew what happened to her, if she was alive or dead…all you know is that one day, she didn't come home.
Your father you'd never met, but you had heard from spiteful demons alike that he was powerful, brutal, but fell for the wrong "kind"; your mother, the Angel. You hoped to meet him all your life. It didn't matter to you what he was, after all, you were half demon-but even now hanging there, bloody and in pain, you were sure he was dead too.
But that didn't matter right now. You had to get out of this, or you'd be dead in no time. You could hear your blood making the agonizing "drip-drop" sounds into the crimson puddles beneath you. Cuts littered your near-broken body, covered in bruises that you'll never remember how you got, and two minor stab wounds to your legs. This confirmed your suspicion that the demons in this hoard needed you alive; they were furious that you even existed at all, but no doubt they weren't being allowed to kill you-not yet, anyways.
You groaned out into the dark cellar, rotating your head from left to right to keep yourself awake and aware. Your (y/h/c) hair was matted with blood, your feet filthy and stained from the dirt floor below them.
Just as your eyes began to shut in exhaustion, you heard the door at the top of the stairs creak slowly open. It caught your attention, as you were used to your captors barging in ambiguously with the steel tray of torturous devices clanging together.
"Jesus…I missed you guys…I'm guessing you missed me too?" You grunted out, unable to see your captors just yet, you struggled against the restraints holding your arms over your head.
Heavy boots sounded descending the stairs, kicking up dust above your head making you cough.
A tear rolled down your cheek, knowing what was coming next-but not knowing how much more of it you could take.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Hold it together. Hold it together'.
The heavy boots hit the landing behind you, and you struggled to maintain your composure, trying hard to stand on your own and not rely on the shackles on your wrists to hold you up. The stronger you appeared, the longer they'd keep you alive. At least you hoped so.
"Jesus Christ! Sam! " You heard a gruff male voice exclaim, the wearer of the heavy boots.
A lump caught in your throat. Was this a joke?
You heard the pace of the boots quicken their pace, and finally the man ran into your view, his features blanketed by shadows. Breaking your concentration on standing, your legs give out beneath you. Grimacing in pain, you keep your focus on the stranger.
"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you…My name's Dean, my brother Sam is here, too. We're here to get you out." The man said, warily but quickly closing the distance between the two of you.
"Is this some cruel fucking joke?!" You choked out, losing your composure as you start to sob. You've been here so long…it had to be a joke-no way in hell you were being rescued.
The man-Dean, finally closed the gap between you, eyeing you up and down as pity filled his eyes at the mere sight of you. "It's not a joke. I swear, it's gonna be okay." He reached for something in his jacket pocket, making you flinch, and he slowly pulled out a lock pick, presenting it to show you he meant you no harm. All you could do was nod and hang your head.
Dean began working on the cuffs and shackles holding you, releasing one limp arm at a time around his broad shoulders. Had you not been in a daze from the pain, you'd have been breath taken at this man's beauty. He was a walking fucking heart attack. He took your form into his arms, lowering you to the ground with him.
"Damnit, you're freezing." He said, shaking off his flannel. He helped you pull your arms through one at a time, and worked quickly on the buttons. You remember thinking how chivalrous it was of him, covering your nearly-naked form immediately.
You heard another set of heavy boots plodding down the stairs, causing you to snap your head up in attention. Demons. They're back.
Dean saw the fear in your eyes, and that 'I-feel-so-fucking-bad-for-you' expression was all over his face again. "Hey, hey hey…it's okay, it's just my brother Sam. He's gonna help you, too." Dean said, rubbing your upper arm urgently to comfort and warm you.
"I-It's note safe here. Demons. You have t-to go!" You pushed on Dean's chest hard, surprising yourself at your strength. This wasn't their fight. You weren't sure how these strange men knew you were here, but you hated to think you'd see them gutted for trying to help you.
"They're all dead, you don't have to worry." The new and present voice belonging to Sam made you jump and turn to face him. Wow. Damn good gene pool they've got. If it weren't enough that you were being rescued out of nowhere, lo and behold, your saviors were smoking hot.
But that damn look again. 'Jesus, do I really look that bad? Am I missing an ear or something?'You thought to yourself. Sam's pained expression faded as he looked around.
"Is there anyone else down here with you?" He asked. You shook your head, then stopped short. "There were three others. But…I-I couldn't help them…I tried." Your emotions were stone as you spoke. You weren't sure how else to say it.
Sam sighed but didn't reply, he only nodded to Dean.
"Alright, let's get you outta here and get ya patched up." He said, slipping one strong arm behind your shoulder blades, and snaking the other behind your knees and he stood with you slowly, carrying you up the stairs.
You rested your head on his shoulder, clinging to his flannel you wore for dear life. Another tear broke free from your eyes.
"Some all-powerful creature I turned out to be…I'm a fucking mess." You thought.
And, the next thing you know, you're being placed in a warm car, and hearing the beautiful sound of an engine roaring to life.
