A/N: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. This story contains an OC with no known gender or name. This fic has torutre and an implied dead family. R&R
Sam was at the library and Dean was out chasing a lead on the where-abouts of a vampire nest. Which left you alone in the motel watching Jeopardy. It was either this or porn and frankly trying to guess which historical figure was responsibly for starting the American Korean war was more interesting to you. Just before on of the contestants was about to answer the question you muted the TV. You released a heavy sigh and got up from the couch. Dragging your feet across the shag carpet you staggered over to the frig and grabbed a soda. You stood in front of the open frig, snapping the cap of the soda and taking a long drink. You returned your gaze back into the frig.
"What do think this one knows?" A voice spoke behind you. Your posture straightened and you look over the refrigerator door to see two men standing in the motel.
"I'm not sure? Maybe we should find out" The man was a mountain of muscle and tall with a bald head. The other man was about three inches shorter than the bald man, he was thin with a blonde mop of hair on his head. The blonde man turned his gaze to the bald one and simultaneously they leaped for you. Being the hunter you were, you flipped the table, that was next to you, at them and made a break for the door. As the handle turned in your grasp a hand wrapped itself around your mouth and torso, pulling you back into the room, the door swung open in your grasp.
"Please, please don't struggle this will only make things worse for you." The blonde man stepped in front of you, closing the door then locking it. He turned around and looked at you, his eyes now black pits staring into your soul.
"Tell me, what do you know of the Winchester's next move on Lucifer?" His voice was stern, his gaze eternally fixed on you. You said nothing to him, you just clinched your jaw and breathed heavily out your nose.
"Fine." He growled. Then with the popping of his knuckles he released a forceful punch into your jaw.
"Hey! Y/N? Are you alright?" Dean was sitting across from you, at the table.
"Uh, yeah. I'm alright." You lied through your teeth. No, of course you weren't alright. It had been four months since those demons captured you in the motel and now you and the boys all gathered at Bobby's house. Dean was still looking at you with a concerned look. You couldn't stand his sympathetic look, you didn't need it. You got up from the table, pushing the chair back with your legs.
"Where are you going?" Dean took a drink from his beer.
"To bed. I'm tired."
"Alright." Dean returned to the laptop that sat in front of him. You walked down the hall, each foot step a heavy sound on the old wood floor. The door opened with a creek and you closed it behind you. You ran your hand over the books on the shelf, over the door frame of the bathroom and rested your hand on a necklace that laid on your night stand. It was an old silver coin that dangled from a polished chain. You held up the coin to admire it's carvings. Bobby had told you that it was latin, but you had forgotten what it meant. You pulled the chain over your head and let the coin rest on your chest. You were actually tired, running your hand through your hair, you then flopped down on your bed. Staring up at the cracked ceiling you waited for sleep to take you.
Bam! You were smacked right across the face.
"Wakey, wakey." The blonde man's voice rang in your ear. You opened your eyes and spat out some blood.
"We lost you there for a bit." He smiled. You struggled against the bonds that kept you attached to the chair.
"So, where were we? Oh, yeah. You were going to tells us what those two hillbilly boys are up to. We know they're working with Crowley, so tell us what their planning and we'll go easy on you." He stared down at you. His patience was short and when you didn't answer he gripped your hair and pulled your head back.
"What are they planning!" He shouted. He wasn't taking your defiance very well. He took a deep breath and let your hair go. The blonde man turned his attention to the bald guy, giving him a nod, the blonde man backed off so the bald guy could stand in front of you.
"Please, tell us so we won't have to do this. I'm sure you want to keep that pretty face intact." Blondie spoke behind mountain man. You sat strapped down in your chair, your head slumped and blood ran down your forehead. You lifted your head, a smile brandished across your face, blood stained teeth.
"You work for Lucifer?" A small chuckled came from the back of your throat.
"Yeah."
"And you want the Winchesters and Crowley dead?"
"Just one of the Winchesters. That model type one."
"You'll have to narrow it down for me. They're both model types." You snickered, blood bubbling on your lips.
"The one with that boy band hair."
"Dean. Okay. Well, then you know I will never talk. Those boys are my family and I will never give them up."
"What about Crowley?" Blondie began to walk over to you. He stopped in front of you, placing his face only inches from yours.
"Like I said, 'Those boys are my family' all of them, even Crowley." You laughed at him. His desperation now anger boiling in his body. He stood up straight, fists clinched tight so his knuckles were white. He closed his eyes and released a deep breath, once the last bit of air exited his nose he pulled back his fist and threw it into your gut. You coughed and hacked up blood, your ribs burning from the impact of his fist. Then another punch connected with your eye, then jaw, and back to your ribs.
"I've had it with you! You will tell me what I want to know..." He turned to the bald guy, who handed him a bat that you had propped up against the couch.
"...if you want to, or not." He swung the bat into your shoulder, dislocating it from its socket. You screamed out in pain as the beating continued, every once in a while he'd stop to ask you the same question.
"What are they planning?" Then when you didn't respond he would continue his torture on you. As the third hour of endless pain was coming to an end, your body slumped in the chair taking every hit the demon could muster. You could feel the blood running down your legs, your eye so swollen you couldn't see out of it. Another swing hit across your face and you thought you'd loose conscience, but you didn't. Instead the door blast open and in came to tall men brandishing sawed off shotguns. Sam shot first and hit the bald demon straight in the chest. The blonde demon swung the bat and hit Dean in the arm, breaking his forearm. Sam turned and hit the demon across the head with the shotgun. Blondie stumbled back into the table that I'd thrown at them earlier. Baldy got up grabbing onto Sam's shotgun and tossing him and his weapon into the wall on the other side of the room. Dean pulled his shotgun up with one good hand and aimed it at baldy's head.
"See you in Hell." Dean said before firing the gun and blasting the demon's head on the ceiling. He then turned to the blonde demon laying in the broken table, right as Dean aimed for the demon's head, smoke broke from the demon's mouth and exited through the busted door. Relieved Dean staggered over to you, gripping your face in his good hand, he lifted your chin to look at him.
"Y/N! Y/N, come on. Don't do this. Y/N!...
"Y/N!" Dean's voice pierced through your dream. He had been trying to shake you awake and when you finally woke. You jumped up, sitting straight up on the bed.
"It was just a dream, you're alright." Dean still held on your arms with a firm grip. Your body was drenched in sweat and you were breathing heavy from the terror of your dream. You looked into Dean's eyes, he returned your gaze with a soft pat on your cheek. You looked at the doorway to your room and there stood Sam, Castiel and Crowley all looking in on you.
"You had us worried." Sam said as he began to approach you. Sam sat at the edge of the bed and rested his hand on your leg. You relaxed your breathing to a steady rhythm. Just as Dean was going to say something, Bobby pushed past Cas and Crowley.
"Boys, you need to see this." Bobby's voice was frantic. Dean hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed his brother out the door. After they had left your sight Cas followed them. You then draped your legs over the bed, placing your elbows on your knees you laid your face in your hands. You let out a sigh, then stood up and walked into your bathroom, turning on the sink you splashed some water on your face then rested your head against the glass. You could feel eyes on you and when you turned to see who it was, Crowley had a towel in his hand that he had stretched out towards you.
"Thanks." You sighed and grabbed the towel from his hand. You dried off your face, when you pulled the towel from your eyes you saw Crowley's hand turning off the faucet. You looked back at him, he was standing extremely close to you.
"I heard what happened to you."
"Crowley, don't." You snapped. You didn't want to talk about it, it was bad enough that you were having nightmares about it.
"Why?" He paused. Your eyes now met his. "Why didn't you tell them about me?" You clinched your jaw then released it.
"Because, you're one of us." You sighed and let your gaze drop to the towel in your hand.
"You're apart of this family and I don't give up on family." Tears ran down your face, you gripped your fingers tightly around the coin that now hung around your neck. Sobs began to shake your body and you felt a hand grip your chin, pulling your gaze up. Crowley's hand was soft on your chin, his eyes full of sadness as he looked at you. His hand shifted from your chin, moving across your jaw and neck to rest at the back of your head. Another hand moved across your waist and up your back to pull you into a hug.
"Thank, love." He whispered into your ear. It was enough to make you collapse into his arms. He held you as your legs gave out under you and he slowly lead you down to sit on the floor with him. Your sobs now turned into hysterics as he rocked you in his arms.