~I know I have so many more Fanfics I need to finish but I don't wannaaaaaaaaa... Anyways, WOW my last Oneshot was a hit or something! but it got a LOT of views so yeah... Anyways hope you all like this... This is timed around Season 2/3ish so I'm sorry.~
A loud thump was heard on the door and it echoed around the old abandoned hall. A girl around 23, with brown hair and hazel eyes was stationed on a wall, her back against it, her legs tied together with a rope that rubbed her ankles raw, and a rope that held her hands behind her back which attached to a ceiling light. A strange spooked look plastered on her face, and her eyes were glazed with something, some memory that only she could observe. The knocking on the door continued and she blinked, seeming to be back in reality. The banging continued and tears started to stain her cheeks leaving clean streaks on her dirt laden skin. A door creaked and loud footsteps sounded, accompanied by the loud pulsate of a large brown grandfather clock that was at the other end of the room. She held her breath and tried to push herself further, into the wall to hide her from the room, but that was impossible. There was no opening in the wall, and no way to escape what was coming, though she had no possible clue as to what it was.
The footsteps were coming closer and faster, she could practically hear the peoples breathing, though they were still halls away. The light from a planked in window shone around the room and she almost laughed. The room could get so pretty and antique when you didn't think for a moment about how you are stuck to a rope, hoping for your life that someone good would find you when they most probably wouldn't. At least not before the person who put you there did. She pondered for a moment before letting out a small giggle, if whoever was here wasn't her kidnapper, they would help her out. The footsteps stopped for a moment and she increased the sound of her voice, louder and louder she got hoping that they would come and save her. The door swung open to the room she was in and she flinched quieting down immediately, squeezing her eyes shut, tears staining her cheeks once again. "Hey, its ok, we are here to help." Said a low voice and she opened her eyes wide. There was a man with brown hair and brown eyes in front of her. Behind him, was another man, this one had darker brown hair and light green eyes. She started struggling, tugging at the ropes on her arms, so hard that blood dripped from a cut the rope had made and she began sobbing. "Hey, chill, lady. We aren't gonna hurt you. promise." stated the one with green eyes. "If you are here to help," The girl hissed, "Then untie me, NOW!"
The one with green eyes' eyebrows rose. "You should be thankful we found you, we can leave you here you know." The girl laughed metallically, "Yeah, names would be good. Tell me them, I don't care much about warm introductions, as long as I am tied here, I won't care about anything but getting out." The brown eyed one stepped forward and said "I am Sam, this is Dean, now can we help you?" He asked and she scoffed. "Isn't that what I've been asking you for this whole time?!" The cut on her wrist stung painfully, but she was not going to show them that, she needed them to see her as strong. The green eyed one, Dean, walked over, his walk was slow and his legs seemed to go outwards, it looked like he tried to show how much confidence he had in himself even if he really didn't. "You're the showoff brother." She said grinning. Sam's eyebrows rose. "Never said anything about being brothers, and why would you think that?"
"The way he walks is as if no madder what, he is right, and you know that sometimes he isn't but you really don't care. As long as he is here to support you when you are right, which he isn't always and sometimes he isn't even there because he always gets the girl, and usually stays with them for about one night. Am I right about that? Also he seems to make himself look very manly, meaning people have thought of you as a couple and you are trying to make sure they don't think that, though I can't see why they would believe such nonsense. " Dean's eyes were wide with an expression of awe, and hurt, whilst Sam's expression was knowledgeable and he looked like he was holding something back. Dean lunged at her and grabbed her wrist with the cut squeezing it painfully and holding a hand with a knife in it to her throat. She let out a scream of terror and pain. "DEAN, NO!" Sam called and pulled his brother off of her; she had fallen unconscious and was groaning in pain, in her sleep. "Dude, she knew things about us, she might be possessed or something!" Dean said shoving Sam off of him. "Ok, let's take her to Bobbies, put her under the demon circle and if she can get out we know she isn't possessed got it?" Dean nodded and Sam walked over to the girl cutting the ropes off of her arms and legs picking her up and walking to the door with her. "Wait, Sam." Dean said and lifted the girl out of his arms. "Don't you think it will look weird, two guys carrying a girl out of an abandoned building?!" Sam nodded and looked around the halls. "So… What? Are we going to leave her here until she wakes up, what if the thing comes back!?" Dean pondered a moment. "I will drive the Impala to the door, you wait here."
They got the hazel eyed girl into the Impala quickly and she woke up a couple hours previous. They were on a highway when she awokened, she was tied into the chair and couldn't move, her hands were also tied, to insure she wouldn't jump out of the car while it was moving. "Hey!" She screamed and smashed her head against the back pillow. "Dean, pull over." Sam had to speak up over the loud rock and roll music of Hotel California. The Impala drove over to the side of the road and Sam jumped out once it was barely rolling. He quickly opened the door the female was sitting nearest. "Sam let me out!" She screamed and struggled against the ropes. "What is your name?" Sam asked not moving. She scoffed "Of course, not listening to anything I ask, how about a trade, no more ropes, I will tell you things, since you are the 'information' one and the man in the seat over there is the 'bulky' one?" she grinned and looked at her feet. "Fine, Tell me your name first, then tell me who put you there." She shivered visibly but tried to cover up for it by saying "It's cold, Dean can you possibly close the windows, or maybe Sammy over here can CLOSE THE DOOR AND LET ME OUT!" Sam scoffed and closed the door opening the one on the other side and stepping in. "Better miss luxury?" Dean asked and looked back, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could see. "Now, your name?" Sam muttered and she sighed. The music blaring in the background was barely noticeable, white noise as the stereo sang "And I called up the captain said "Please bring me my wine!" "My name…" She whispered and smirked. "My name is Arrow." Sam looked at Dean who nodded then he said "And who put you there." Arrow sighed. "You hold up your end of the bargain first." And she winked, holding back a giggle, which seemed like a struggle. "We will let you out when we reach the hotel, got it?" Sam said and she groaned. "But you said!" She started and Dean cut in "He said he would, he didn't say when." She smacked her head against the pillow but said nothing more for the whole drive.
They reached the hotel in a long half an hour, which seemed like forever since Dean was humming the tune to every song that came up on the Stereo, and Arrow kept kicking Sam's seat, since he left her in the back and went back to the passenger's side in the front of the Impala. The hotel looked new and modern and Arrow started laughing wildly. "What!?" Dean said and stared at her shifting in his seat so he could see her. "I thought you were bringing me to 'Bobbies' or whoever you said." Dean grunted and Sam said "We were but we thought better of it, also, we need you to come with us inside. I am going to untie you, but I suggest not running off because whoever captured you will most likely come for you." Arrow sighed and waited for Sam to get out of the car to let her out. As he untied her she stared at his face, and Dean laughed "Sammy, think little Arrows gotta crush!" Her cheeks immediately reddened and she looked down at her lap as Sam looked over at her. "I wouldn't say that if I were you Dean Winchester." Dean grunted and walked over, pushing Sam out of the way "I never said my last name, and why not, Arrow." She looked up at him and a real smile appeared on her face "Because, you know nothing of me, and I already know so much about you." He stared at her a moment before pulling a fist back and knocking her unconscious.
When she woke up, she was in the apartment and she was tied to a chair. When she looked up there was a circle drawn on the roof and she couldn't see the brothers. "Hello?" She whispered and looked down at the ropes hopelessly. "I thought we said no more ropes." Arrow called, though the apartment was small, and there was barely another room for them to hide in. "Sam?" Her voice cracked and she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face like a storm and her breath caught in her throat as the lock on the door clicked open. "Looks like Arrow has woken up." Dean said coldly and though tears were still running down her face, she held her breath. "Shut up." She whispered and he laughed. Another man walked in behind them, older then the two and more plump. "And this is?" She asked her voice croaky. "Bobby meet Arrow, we think she might be possessed, if not, then something is wrong with her, and she won't answer our questions." Bobby sighed and walked into the circle, untying her arms and legs and walking out of it. "What are you doing!?" Sam asked, speaking for the first time since they walked in. Arrow looked at the three then stood up questioningly. "Ok… So what? Am I supposed to walk out of the circle?" She asked and Bobby nodded. She wiped her wet cheeks and walked through the invisible boundary lines of the circle, exhaling loudly. "Told you." Sam whispered and Dean gaped. "B-but she knew things about us… H-how?!" Bobby sighed "Alright arrow, so who captured you?"
Arrow looked at them all then at her feet shaking. "I-I don't know, every time I looked at him, his face was all mashed and cut in places, like a gazillion faces put together to make one person." Sam looked at Dean then at Bobby before stepping forward "I'm sorry, that must have been hard. Do you need anything?" He asked and Dean cleared his throat. "Well this just got awkward." Arrow shot him a glance and said "It's not as awkward as your backstory of girlfriends." Sam started laughing and she did too.
"So looks like I'm going to be here a while" She muttered "Where will I sleep?" Both boys looked at each other then back at her. She was still covered in dirt and her clothes were torn in many places, blood staining other places. Her eyes were bright and her hair was frizzy, but not as bad as her wrists looked. They were cut and had dried blood coating them. Not to mention that her whole body was covered in bruises. Dean put out a hand and made a fist with the other "Settle it like old times." He said and Sam did the same.
"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!" They both shouted doing the hand movements. Dean ended up losing, as he had done scissors and Sam had done rock. That means Dean was going to be sleeping on the old couch, or on the floor. "So which bed is mine?" Arrow whispered and Sam pointed at the bed to the far right. Its blankets were blue polka dotted and the base of it was littered with Deans clothes. "Right." She whispered and sat down on one side of it. "Uh. I guess I'm going to go take a shower." She whispered and Dean's eyes went wide before he looked away. "Bobby, thanks for the help." Sam said and Bobby nodded before walking to the door. "Next time give 'em a fair chance." Bobby muttered before walking out. Arrow walked into the bathroom and locked the door leaving Sam and Dean alone.
"So you like her?" Dean asked and Sam's cheeks reddened. "What no!" He yelled and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I think after this, we should go clothes shopping." Dean suggested and Sam tilted his head back, so he was staring at the ceiling. "What you thinking about Tiger? How much of a chance you got with her?" Dean asked and Sam looked over at him. "No, I was thinking, well, wondering, if she knew so much about us, though I still don't understand how, if she knows about Jessica…" Dean sighed and tried to make light of the situation "Yeah, wouldn't want a new Girlfriend to know about the old one, that wouldn't go down to easy." Sam shot him a glance that said 'Too soon' before Arrow walked back out. Her hair was up in a bun and her face seemed to glow comparing to how they had found her. Her rosy cheeks shone, and her hazel eyes were brilliant. "Wow." Sam whispered before shaking his head and Dean cracked a grin in the background. "Since we owe you, do you want to go shopping for clothes or something…" Sam asked and looked at his feet. "Sure!" Arrow smiled and lay down on her bed pushing Dean's clothes off the bed. "But that's something for tomorrow, I'm tired." And with that she fell asleep on the bed, out like a light before either of them could say anything. Sam looked at Dean who shrugged and whispered "She was kind of just kidnapped." And Sam nodded and shrugged also. "Right, well goodnight I guess." Dean nodded and walked over to the couch, laying down and slowly falling asleep. Sam started to drift to sleep after he had changed and lay down on his mattress. The last thing he thought before unconsciousness that sleep brought over him hit was who is this strange girl, really, and why is she here?
~SO! FINISHED CHAPTER 1! I hope you all enjoyed, this took me a whole night to write and edit :o Annnyywhoo!
Till next time,
Snow is on fire. (or as some of you may know me as )