What would it be like to be a victim in SN land? How do you know who the good guys are when you've been kidnapped by the very people who say they are trying to save you?
This would be set in Season 2, before the deal.
The incessant pounding of my head was what I had the misfortune to wake to. I followed that up by attempting to move. Nausea rose immediately and my body went into autopilot, rolling sideways as my stomach and throat spasmed in an unholy waltz and discharged what was left of my last meal.
'Whoa!"
A hand was at the back of my head then and something cold and plastic was pressed against my mouth. I heaved until nothing was left. Tears tracked sideways down my face and into my hair, mingling with the vomit.
'Hey, take it easy. Dean get some water!'
'Already on it – here.'
The hand that had been supporting my head withdrew as I rolled back.
'Can you open your eyes Miss?'
No. There was no question of that happening. Blackness was good.
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'… got concussion.'
'Well what do you want to do Sam?'
'She needs proper medical attention.'
'Until we know what tried to grab her outta that hotel room, she's safer with us.'
My eyes cracked open at that! I say cracked, because there was this crusty stuff gluing my eyelids together. So it kinda hurt when I finally managed to pry them apart.
I heard this weird noise and it took me a while to realise it was me making it. It was a sort of groaning sound. Oh, and there was the rolling stomach again!
'She's gonna hurl again! Get the bucket!'
There was that hand again and there was me dry-heaving nothing much at all, just spittle and bile that kinda dribbled out of my mouth. And the pain in my head was pretty much unbearable, not that I seemed to have much choice in whether to bear it or not.
Then I started shaking. My whole body was quaking non-stop as though I was freezing. Except I wasn't cold at all. I hadn't realised that my eyes were again squeezed tightly shut until I opened them – just a little. Light filtered in amidst the shadows, all very indistinct and blurred. Something dark blanked out all the light then and I made another strange noise and tried to get away from it. The throbbing in my head was superseded by the pounding in my chest. My heart was literally desperate to vacate my chest as it hammered against my ribcage in sheer terror. Blackness.
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'Hey, I think she's coming around again.'
As my vision swam slowly back into focus, a face loomed in at me. I shrank back from it.
'Oh hey, don't be scared! I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean.' He turned his head and I followed his gaze, very slowly, to the second man in the room.
Oh god I've been roofied! No! This isn't me, I'm not here… not happening, not happening…. dreaming… I'm dreaming. Hand on my shoulder! NO!!
'Get off me!!'
The hand left my shoulder and the bed dipped as the guy got up.
'Dean, she's really out of it!'
'Dude, I don't think she's, you know - all there.'
'Well jeez Dean, she's just woken up in a strange room with two men she never met AND she probably has concussion. How about we give her a break before having her committed?'
'Hey, you're the one who was all for taking her to hospital a few hours ago!'
'All I'm saying is, try putting yourself in her place…'
'Are you kidding me? You're the girl Sam; you can wear the girly shoes!'
'Fine! You can go and get some stuff for her then.'
'What stuff?'
'She's a girl Dean, she needs… girl stuff, clothes and ... stuff that girls have… need…Stuff!.'
I found myself listening to all this, petrified the whole time, but even with all that, I couldn't help but think it was an odd conversation.
I cringed when the really tall one knelt down by the side of the bed.
'I promise you, we are only here to help you. We are not going to hurt you. Can you tell me your name?'
I thought about this and after a while, when nothing came to me, I said 'No.' in a voice so quiet I could hardly hear it myself.
'Do you remember I told you my name is Sam?'
'Yes.'
'Do you remember his name?' He nodded to the other guy.
'Dean?'
'Hey, maybe she isn't buckets o' crazy after all!'
'Dean! Shut up!'
'Oh nice job there Sammy! Shouting is really gonna put her at ease!'
'But you can't tell me your own name?'
I started to shake my head but instantly stopped as everything started spinning and the pain in my head erupted again.
'Well I'm starving. I'll bring back two salads for you ladies.'
The tall one called Sam stood up and walked to the door. He kept his voice down but I could still hear what they were saying.
'Dean if you aren't gonna pick up the things she needs, then I will. We can't get anywhere near her hotel room so she's gonna need a few things till we can fix this problem - whatever it is.'
'Dude! You want me to stay with her?'
'Yes Dean, that's what I want you to do. Can you manage that small task or do I have to call Bobby to protect you from the scary concussed lady?'
'Shut up!'
'Alright, I'll be back as soon as I can. Try not to say anything stupid okay? She's freaked out enough already.'
'How did you get this annoying?'
'Hey, I learned from the best!'
The really tall one left and now it was me and this other one, who was actually plenty tall too.
He shut the door and looked across the room at me, but mercifully he didn't come near me. My heart was still demanding immediate exit from my body though.
He pulled a chair out from under a side table and the noise of it scraping across the floor had me jumping out of my skin.
'Sorry.'
He sat down. He was about as far away as he could be, without actually being outside the room. For a moment I thought he was more scared of me than I was of him.
'You know - what Sam said? He's not lying. Actually he never lies; and he's the biggest geek boy you ever met.'
'What do you want with me?'
He looked straight at me then, and even from all the way across the room, it seemed like he really wanted me to believe him.
'We want to protect you from whatever it was that hurt you.'
'You hurt me. You brought me here.'