Request: Can you do an os where y/n is hunting demons with the guys and is dating dean? The demon's catch them and beat Y/N (not to death, but really badly) and they make Dean watch (he gets really pissed off).

Warnings: Torture

A/N: Sorry this took so long. It's not very good, but what can you do. A second part should be out sometime this week, hopefully with more plot.

Word Count: 934

You pulled your jacket more tightly against your shoulders as you walked to your car, the rain pelting you from all sides. Your Y/E/C hair blew across your face, blinding you for a split-second before the wind once again changed direction. You finally reached your car, a black '65 Mustang, pulling out your phone to call Dean as you opened the door.

You pulled yourself into the car as fast as possible, doing your best to shield yourself from the rain, fruitless though it was. You slammed the door shut behind you, smiling when Dean picked up, his gruff voice greeting you.

"What's up?" He questioned.

"Nothing, just wanted to say that I miss you, and I'm on my way home. And also I got pie," You added, your smile growing at the elated gasp from Dean. "Apple, obviously."
"You are amazing," Dean exclaimed.

"I know. Be home-" You were cut off as your car door was ripped from it's hinges, a startled scream ripped from your throat. You distantly heard Dean yelling on your phone, demanding answers, but you had no time to respond before you, too, were pulled from the car.

You felt the cold metal of a blade held snug against your throat, and your stomach dropped. This couldn't be good. Your cell phone was ripped from your grasp, Dean's tinny voice still audible through the speakers. Whatever it was that was holding you lifted the device to its ear, a sinister chuckle leaving its lips.

"Hello, Winchester." Your blood turned to ice when you recognized the cold, emotionless voice of Dick Roman.

"Leviathan," you spat, disgust etched on your face.

"No, we haven't touched your precious little friend, yet." You couldn't hear Dean's response, though you inferred that it was not good for Dick.

"Meet us on 15th street, the abandoned factory. We'll discuss a trade there"

With that you were unceremoniously thrown to the ground, another leviathan coming over to you with a large needle in hand, full of a strange blue liquid. You started, and tried to squirm away as the needle approached your neck. It was the last thing you saw as you were plunged into darkness.

*Two Hours Later*

You awoke in a large, dark room, lit only by a flickering lightbulb in the center. This was cliche, even for a leviathan. Your head swam when you attempted to sit up, and you reluctantly laid back down. Whatever it was they had given you, it was pretty strong. You forced yourself upright once again when you heard footsteps in the hallway. The pain was lesser this time, and you managed to remain vertical.

You steeled yourself as the door was flung open, the light blinding you for a split second. When your eyes had adjusted, you looked back to see two men, leviathans, pulling someone else behind them. You squinted curiously at what they were carrying you, feeling an unexplainable sense of dread.

Even your premonitions could not prepare you from what you saw. You heart stopped when you recognized the sandy brown hair, sticking up in the air. You didn't eve have to see his translucent emerald eyes to know who was being dragged in with you, a prisoner as well.

When they finally set him down and left, you dragged yourself to Dean, ignoring the protests of your head. You cradled his head in your lap when you reached him, willing him to wake up. You would do anything for company in this desolate place.

It felt like hours before his eyes finally opened, green meeting Y/E/C in desperation. His features relaxed themselves into a small smile, and, despite everything, you felt your face break into a smile at how ridiculous this whole situation was.

The smile abruptly fell from your face as the door once agin swung open, your expression turning to one of fear and apprehension. A small army of Leviathans walked through the doorway, pulling you away from Dean and escorting the two of you down the hall, to another small, dark room.

They chained Dean against the wall, shackling his arms and legs so as to allow no chance of escape. Meanwhile, they pulled you to a metal chair in the center of the room, next to a table covered in what looked like scientific instruments. Come to find out, that was not even close to what they were.

As they strapped you down, you heard the door of the chamber open once again, as soft footsteps approached you. You turned you head and once again saw Dick, an oily smile covering his smug features.

"Dean Winchester, so glad you made the time to meet with us," He said, sarcasm cloaking his voice. Dean spat at him. "We've been looking forward to this for a very long time indeed. And with your little friend here," He gestured at you with a sweeping hand, "we can make sure this goes according to plan."

He stepped towards you, and you felt the dread in your stomach grow. "Now," He began, turning his gaze on Dean, "You're going to tell us here your little angel friend is."

To Be Continued