There was a pounding in my head like the steady rhythm of a drum. My eye still shut tight I let my body slowly pull itself into a conscious state. I could feel myself moving even though I was laying down. I moved slightly I could feel cold metal lightly singed the pale tender flesh of my wrists and ankles.
Whimpering slightly from the pain that started to increase everything started to come flooding back. how I ended up here, where I assumed I was. The Winchesters had captured me chained me with iron and locked me up. Slowly I opened my eyes I was surrounded by darkness.
I squinted my eyes adjusting them to the darkness that surrounded me. As they adjusted I could just make out the red paint that marked the devils trap above me. It was meant to stop demonic powers and keep from escaping, but when you're not a demon it doesn't do much good. Then again they had planned for that too, I was chained I couldn't escape if I wanted to.
Laying in the darkness my head pounding my body aching from the restraints. The burning sensation that throbbed in my arm. I gently brushed my other arm against the burn, It was healing itself. It was a good sign for me, yet I knew would be something else Id have to try and explain to the winchesters.
~~Flash back~~
My fingers lightly tugged on the side of my shirt arms wrapped around me firmly. My head down my eyes ever so often wandering up to look at the brothers standing a few feet in front of me discussing to each other.
"Dean, she's a scared girl we have to help her" Sam told his brother
"She's got demons chasing after her Sam there's got to be a reason for it" Dean said untrusting.
"Dean isn't saving people part of the job?" Sam reminded his brother
"Yeah saving humans Sam, I'm not to sure she is one look at the salt." I could hear Dean barely mutter
My eyes flashed back down to my feet, I had stopped inches short of the salt line they had formed outside there motel door. I could of stepped over it if I wanted, if I had to but it would cause more pain then it was worth.
Standing there I could feel the both boy's watching me before there foot steps echoed towards me. Slowly I raised my eyes up from the salt line and met with Dean's. Sam was standing just behind him he had a mixture of an apologetic smile and worry on his face. Before I had time to react Dean grabbed my wrist with on hand lifting it up pouring the clear contents out of a silver flask.
As the liquid touched my skin it burned causing a light smoke to form, I screamed in pain. I knew instantly what it was he had dumped pure holy water onto my arm. I looked down at my hand the flesh had melt away leaving a singed smell in the air that smelt like death.
My eyes flashed back up Sam had looked away not liking the sound of the pain. Dean on the other hand couldn't look away from the melted flesh. a look of confusion and fear on his face. I couldn't bare the pain I held my wrist falling to my knees, eyes blurred from the tears. Suddenly a sharp pain flooded through the back of my head and the world faded into blackness.
~~End of flash back~~
Even past the slight ringing sound I could hear the muffled argues of the infamous Winchester boy's.
"Dean, don't you think were going a bit overboard man" I could hear Sam the younger of the two ask his elder brother voice filled with concern.
"Overboard Sam, Did you see what the holy water did to her!?" Dean snapped back at his younger brother.
" Yeah, but it didn't burn her like it does other demons Dean." Sam retorted.
"I know Sam but it burned her, It actually fucking burnt her"
The boy's continued arguing, Sam almost trying to stick up for me. Dean thinking he was crazy that I was just tricking them. Dean kept saying when I had the chance I'd kill them without a second thought. I wondered if they knew that I could hear them, then again I assumed they didn't care.
The Winchesters were known for a lot of things. Going to hell, being ruthless hunters, teaming up with an angel. Getting sent to purgatory. Letting supernatural things live wasn't high on the list. Then again like Sam said I wasn't exactly like the others. Holy water burns demons but that just it, it burns demons not there vessels. I was different however, the holy water had burnt my skin like acid.
When Dean had splashed my arm with it and I cried in pain. The pain pulsed in my arm, the flesh melting a bubbling. through the tears of pain, I could see the look on Dean's face. Fear, anger confusion, he didn't understand what I was. Nothing him or his brother or really any hunter had ever seen this type of reaction. It took him less than a minute to knock me out cold. Then I woke up here in the trunk of the car bound like a monster. Then again… who's to say I'm not.
