It was a simple plan.
Couple of demons, use me as bait to lure them out of the bar into the alleyway. First one was smoked pretty easily. Second? Well, that's where it all went wrong.
It was my fault really. I fucked up and I fucked up bad. Sam and Dean were in the midst of kicking this demon's ass when i thought, hey! I'll sneak up behind the demon to distract him, giving the boys a better chance of smoking his black eyed ass! I thought it was a great idea. Turns out? Not so much.
All I heard was Sam shout 'Ada, no!' and Dean 'Noooo!' at the same time as the demon swung around, grabbed my arm, pulling me round into him like we were dancing the damned tango before holding me tight to his chest, his other hand gripping my throat. I was still in shock, and a little bit of awe, when he started to speak.
"Look what we have here," the demon smiled as he looked down at me then at the boys. "The Winchester's little pet."
"I will rip you limb from limb if you hurt her." Dean threatened through gritted teeth. "Let. Her. Go."
The demon smirked, moving his hand from my throat to stroke the side of my face while I struggled to get free. "You mean Buffy here?" His eyes flickered black as he slowly grazed his nose over my cheek, inhaling deeply. "Hmm, she smells too good to let go."
He suddenly whipped me around with him, never loosening his grip (it was pretty impressive if I do say so myself), seeing Sam attempting a sneak attack from the side. I tried to flip my legs, to where I don't fucking know, in an effort to get away, to twist myself out of this death grip he had on me.
The demon raised his hand and flung Sam into Dean, who was just about to launch into his own attack. The blade Dean was holding slid in front of me, the demon picking it up.
"Sam! Dean!" I continued trying to get free until his hand gripped my throat again, loosening his grip elsewhere and rising me up off the ground slightly. My hands flew to my throat, clawing at him to let me go.
"Tut tut pretty boy. Either of you try to come near me again and I'll gut your little princess right here in front of you."
He trailed the blade across my collar bone and I winced as I watched as he put the blade to his mouth, licking the blood from the tip. "Hmm, tastes as good as she smells."
I looked at the boys, silently pleading with them to do something. Dean's face was hard, his green eyes narrowed and his jaw tight.
"I'll say it to you one more time. Let her go. She means nothing to you, it's us you want."
"Au contre Dean," the demon sneered, "she clearly means a lot to the both of you so naturally, that means she now means a lot to me." He tightened his grip on my throat and I swore my eyes were about to pop out of my head. "I think I might keep her around for awhile. It's been an age since I had a bit of fun. She smells and tastes far too good to let go."
Sam took a step forward, dropping his weapon to the floor and putting his hands up. "Look, no weapons. Just take me. Let her go and take me instead. I'm much more useful to you than she is."
The demon threw his head back and laughed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Sammy? Always got to be the hero. Anyway, the two of you are old news. I want someone new to play with." His eyes narrowed as he watched Sam. "You like this little cutie, don't you? Much more than friends I'd wager. Is it those blue eyes? Her soft black hair? I wonder if you'd still like her with half her face splattered all over your chest?"
Sam's face darkened. "Just let her go. No harm, no foul. We all go our separate ways..."
"Sam!" Dean shouted, "We can't let that son of a bitch walk aw..."
Sam raised his hand and looked at Dean pleadingly. "It's Ada Dean. I...we can't lose her."
Dean nodded and turned to the demon. He looked at me and smiled slightly, the smile dropping when he raised his eyes. "Look dick bag. Give her back to us and we let you live to see another day."
"Aw, but I want to play with her!" The demons cold fingers squeezed my cheek as I tried to pull my face away. "She's just so adorable," he grinned at Dean, "her head would look perfect mounted on my wall."
Sam ran forward, his face screwed up in anger before Dean pulled him back. "Sammy..."
The demon placed the blade against my neck, knocking me slightly. My breath hitched as I looked at Sam. "Yeah, Sammy. You wouldn't want me to hurt her would you?"
Sam straightened slightly, his hands balled into fists. "I swear I will hunt you down and kill you slowly if you hurt her."
The demon looked thoughtful. "Hmm," he murmured, "Do I a. Disembowel sweetness here in front of you before you kill me? Or, do I b. Let her go and you still kill me?" He glanced behind his shoulder at the sound of a speeding car approaching them. "Or, I could go with c. Taking this sweet little thing with me and having some fun!"
In a matter of seconds, before Sam and Dean even realised what the hell was going on, a car brakes hard and slid to a stop inches away from the unflinching demon. Mud, dust and stones flying in the air. All I could hear was coughing as I was thrown into the back seat of the car.
The demon saluted the boys, "See ya real soon!" before slamming the car door and flooring it out of there.
I clawed my way to the back window, only to see Sam drop to his knees and Dean running towards Baby.
What had I done?