A/N: I was feeling angsty and sad recently and this was about the most angsty thing I could think of.
I don't own supernatural or anything, etc, etc. Only the girl is an OC. TRIGGER WARNING: Rape/Non-Con. Somewhat/pretty graphic. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Also, I don't have any experience with writing characters that have been the victims of such events, so I did my best. I understand the reactions to this type of trauma can vary.
Anyway, enjoy! Reviews are appreciated, as always. Might continue this with a chapter with more feels. God knows I could use some Winchester feels right about now.
Happy reading!
"Well, well, well. She's awake."
Maddie stared defiantly at the black-eyed man standing in front of her. She could see Dean tied up in the corner, still unconscious, and her heart caught in her throat. This guy was going to pay. Her boyfriend would wake up any minute now, and they'd kill the son of a bitch together.
The demon smiled. "Well now we can get acquainted before lover boy over there wakes up. What do ya say, beautiful?" He walked over until he was much too close for her liking, and ran a hand along her stomach, which made her flinch despite her attempt at bravado.
She was strapped down to a gurney that left her upright, hands and feet bound tightly. She could see an impressive and nauseating array of torture devices to her left, but thankfully the demon didn't make any attempts to use them. "Go to hell," she spat, her voice dripping with venom.
"Tsk, Maddie, that's no mouth for a lady." He slapped her, hard, and she let out a small whimper before biting her tongue. She'd be damned if she was going to give him the satisfaction. It was enough though, and you could see Dean start to stir in the corner of the room.
"Get the hell away from her, you black-eyed son of a bitch!" His eyes were livid, and Maddie could see him struggling to free himself. Why the hell did we leave Sam back at the bunker…?
"Oh, relax, Casanova, I'm not going to torture her." Maddie frowned. Demons weren't known for tying people up for shits and giggles. "I just came here to have a little fun. Don't feel like getting my hands dirty though."
"Then why the hell are we here?" Maddie asked, slightly fearing the answer.
"Oh, honey, you see," the demon drawled, "Dean here took out one of my best lieutenants. My protégée, if you will. So I'm just here to have some fun, get a little payback."
Payback that doesn't involve torture…? "Okay, I'm confused. I honestly didn't think demons were that stupid. What the hell is your endgame here?"
The demon laughed, looking over at Dean. "Well, you see missy, you're important to Dean. Probably the only thing other than Sasquatch. And since he's unavailable…"
"Cut to the chase, dick," Dean spat. He glanced at her and beneath the tough exterior Maddie could see the fear in his eyes. Seeing his girlfriend, the only one who could make him even want to think the word, strapped to a gurney because of him hurt like hell. He couldn't free himself of his bonds no matter how hard he tried, and he was helpless to save her. And he hated it, He watched, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach as the demon made its way over to her.
"Well, Dean-o, seems the key to breaking you is to break someone you love. And since I happen to have one right here in front of me, I plan on doing just that. But I have a slightly… different type of torture in mind." The demon ran his hands over Maddie's stomach, pulling the hem up to touch the skin, and Dean's blood ran cold. No… please God, no… He saw her face pale, her eyes widening as she realized what the son of a bitch was planning. The terror he saw in her face was enough to make him see red, and he struggled, furiously trying to free himself. It was no use, though, the bonds were wound tight. His eyes began to water, and Maddie saw the tears begin to pool there.
This demon was going to rape her. And he was going to make Dean watch.
She almost threw up at the thought. Her eyes watered with tears to match Dean's, but she pushed them back down. No way was she going to let this scumbag see her cry. The black-eyed man had removed his shirt, and he walked back over to where she was tied down.
She looked away, trying not to let out a fearful whimper as the demon began running his hand across her face, her neck, then down to her breasts. She could feel the bile rise up as he groped them, then ran his hand down to her stomach to pull her shirt up over her head, to where her arms were strapped down. A few tears made their way down her face despite her attempts to stop them as the demon removed her bra, bending down to lick her nipples. She let out a small sob, glancing over at Dean with an expression of absolute horror.
Words couldn't describe what Dean was feeling. He was completely and utterly helpless, and he could only watch as the demon shimmied her pants down her thighs, as she cringed to try and keep the tears from falling when he undid the bonds on one of her legs so he could spread them wide. It was enough to make him sick, and when the demon began to remove his own pants, he met Maddie's eyes.
Fear. Pure and utter fear, naked and exposed, was all he saw there. Hot, wet, tears began pouring down his cheeks. Maddie was someone who tried her best to keep her emotions from the world, and he never seen her eyes look like that in all the time he had known her. His lip trembled, and he tried to let her know everything he felt in that one moment- that he loved her, that he was so unbelievably sorry, that he would spend the rest of his life holding her, making sure she was safe, making her okay. Her lip trembled to match his, and despite everything happening, she gave him a small smile. It's okay. I forgive you, it seemed to say. And that broke Dean more than anything else. She didn't hate him for this, didn't think he was a monster and wouldn't run away from him in the opposite direction after it was over. He shut his eye, the tears now falling freely, sobs racking his body.
And then, all he heard was screams. Her screams. Screams of pure terror and agony. And it was making him come undone. More than hell, more than purgatory, this was the thing that broke him. It felt like forever that he sat there, sobbing, listening to Maddie scream until she couldn't manage anything more than soft whimpers. He struggled like a man possessed, desperate to find anything that would get him out of this chair, but there was nothing. The demon was thorough. And then when it was over, the demon walked over to him and laughed. He stood there, laughing in his face after he had brutally raped his girlfriend, and Dean found a strength he never knew he had. He gave one last desperate, adrenaline fueled tug, and the ropes gave. They snapped like paper and then Dean was on him, pummeling every inch of this thing that he could reach, not caring about the consequences, not caring that he should be exorcising him. Just punching. He grabbed the angel blade sitting on the nearby table, and then he was slicing, stabbing, carving. Every inch of this thing was covered in cuts before it finally died. Dean made sure of it. He was possessed with a fury he'd never known before, not even when he was torturing souls in Hell or fighting through purgatory.
Then when the thing was gone, all he could think about was Maddie. He glanced up. Her eyes were shut, sobs racking her whole frame, her body limp and fragile, bruises already beginning to form. He stumbled over to her, still in complete and utter shock. It took all the restraint he had not to immediately kiss her, showing her how much he needed her, but she needed him first. She opened her eyes, letting out a breathy laugh.
It was agony. All of it was pure and utter agony. She felt broken, humiliated, violated, but the look in Dean's eyes was the worst. He was broken too. She let the tears come freely now, letting the loud sobs that she did her best to hold back come unhindered. Dean's eyes were a book, baring all his emotions as he undid her bonds with shaky hands, pulling her clothes back onto her. He was careful though, his hands only lightly brushing her skin as if she would push him away any second if he touched her too much.
Once she was free and he saw the look of pure relief on her face, he crushed her to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably and kissing every inch of her skin he could reach. She expected her body to resist, to push him away after everything it had been through, not letting him touch it for days afterwards. But it didn't. There was no doubt, in body or mind, that she needed this. She needed Dean holding her, making her okay again.
His tears were flowing freely, dripping onto the top of her head. Her heart broke for him, despite everything, and she ran her fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. She could feel him trembling almost as much as she was, and that made her own tears come harder and faster. Dean was strong, so strong, and he was reduced to this, because of her. She meant that much to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you, I'm so sorry…" He repeated it over and over into her hair in between pressing his lips onto every inch of her he could reach. This was his fault. Maddie didn't deserve this. She was broken, violated, humiliated, all because of him. He was a monster.
"Dean, stop, please. It's okay baby, it's okay." She knew what he was doing. He was blaming himself, berating himself because the demon targeted her to get to him. But she wasn't angry with him, not by a longshot. She saw what he did to the demon, saw how desperately he struggled to get to her. She saw the pain in his eyes when he realized it was no use and he couldn't stop what was about to happen. And she wasn't angry with him in the slightest.
Two fingers found her chin and pulled her face up, and then his mouth was on hers, desperate and hungry, but trying to be gentle, as if she might break at any second and run as far away from him as she could. But that wasn't what she needed right now, and she kissed him back with reckless abandon, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him impossibly closer. She felt his trembles slow as their kisses became less hungry and more comforting, gentle caresses of lips and skin. He pulled away first and rested his forehead on hers. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she shushed him.
"Dean, this isn't your fault. You couldn't have known this was coming, and you couldn't have prevented it. I'm not okay by anyone's standards, but you beating yourself up about it is only going to make it worse." She took a shaky breath as her mind flashed back to before, and shut her eyes to block it out. She felt Dean press a kiss to her forehead, waiting until she was ready to continue. "I need your help Dean. I can't make it through this without you."
"I'm right here, babe," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise." And he meant it. She was strong, so unbelievably strong, and if anyone could come back from this, it was her. And Dean would do anything to help her.