CHAPTER TWO: Turn of Events

This was probably the worst thing a one night stand could've turned into.

"I feel so… dirty." Dean made a disgusted look as he made himself shiver. He glanced at his surroundings and was pretty certain it was a warehouse. There were large stacks of metal boxes lining the walls along with basic equipment used to move them.

Hannah rolled her eyes as she leaned against a filing cabinet that was a few feet in front of the hunter.

"So I take it you didn't know who I was last night?" Dean said smirking up at her.

"Unfortunately no, but that would've made the job a hell of a lot easier."

"That would've been a little awkward for you to blow me and then knock me out." He said, a sly grin spreading across his face.

So John," She said with sarcasm and ignoring his comment. "Why'd you lie about your name?" There was playfulness in her voice, almost like she really didn't want to hurt the Winchester.

"To try and avoid situations like these. Use my real name, things get around, and then it's just a mess."

"Well, I wish I would've known all I know about you now, last night." Hannah said taking a few steps towards him.

Dean scoffed, "You don't know shit about me."

"Really? Shall we take a trip down memory lane? Your mother was killed when you were four-"

"That doesn't count. Any demon worth their salt knows that. It was your boss who did it."

"Fair enough. Your dad started the hunting life soon after that and dragged little Dean and Sammy along with him. You moved from different motel rooms across the country and…" She stopped, hesitating.

"What? Is that all you got?"

"Your dad was a dick to you. Does Sammy know about that?" She asked, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Besides the weapon training and leaving us for weeks at a time, nothing else really stands out." He took a deep breath, almost positive what the demon was going to say.

"Come on, Dean. We both know those scars on your back aren't from something you hunted. When Sammy ran away when he was nine, who paid for it? When he decided to do his own hunt when he was 15? Or even when he left for Stanford? Hell, I'm surprised you don't resent them both."

Dean just remained silent, not wanting to give in to her baiting.

She held up her hands showing she meant no harm, "Touchy subject, let's move on. You left your dad two years after your little brother and have been doing your own thing for the past few years."

"What exactly is the point of this?" Dean spat. He'd had enough.

"I'm trying to show you why you should tell us where your family is. My boss has a grudge against both Sam and John. We need your help finding them and then you're free to go."

Dean chuckled. "So you're trying to tell me that your boss has issues with my dad and my brother, but not me? Nice try sweetheart, I'm not selling out my family."

Hannah frowned and actually looked troubled. "I was afraid of that. Oh well."She turned and walked out of the room. Opening the door and stopping, she whispered something in another demon's ear. He smiled and walked in holding a jagged looking knife in one hand.

"I've been waiting to do this for a long time." He hissed.

The last thing Dean remembered is seeing Hannah glance at him worryingly, as the other demon shut the door behind her.

…...

A hard slap to the face is what brought Dean back to reality.

The hunter's shirt had been torn in multiple places from the demon's knife and all the gashes were oozing blood, completely soaking his shirt. His arms weren't in any better shape. He was pretty sure the demon had broken his arm from when he smashed it with the hammer that was now broken on the floor next to his feet. Dean's face was purple and blue and his nose was trickling scarlet still. After about the billionth hit to the head, he had finally drifted off into consciousness.

"You don't look so good, hot stuff." Hannah said, pulling up a chair and sitting in it backwards, her hands resting on the back of it.

The Winchester spat the blood that was in his mouth onto the floor and grimaced. Every movement hurt. "You go through hours of torture and we'll see how good you look." He hissed.

"Don't be testy with me. I didn't do it." She said putting on a fake hurt expression.

"So what, are you the good cop? Because I've already had enough of this shit."

"I guess you could say that. You know, all this would be over if you told me where your family was." She said casually as if it was no big deal.

"Why do you think I even have the slightest fucking clue where they are? I haven't talked to Sam in over half a year and my dad is on some hunting trip god knows where."

"We know Sam settled down, we just don't know where. He's good at keeping hidden. And your dad, well, he's never been easy to pin down."

Dean chuckled which quickly turned into a wince. "I gotta admit, your plan has holes in it. You should've taken into account that I wouldn't talk."

Hannah smirked. "Oh we did, we just thought this would be easier. We took your cell and called your dad. Told him about what his screw up son has gotten himself into. Him and Sam are already on their way."

She stood up from her chair and pulled out a piece of cloth that she gagged Dean with. She then sat on his lap and pushed the hair off of his forehead. "You know Dean, when this is over, if you make it out alive, we should really… exercise again." She said biting her lip. She looked into those green eyes that were glaring up at her and some part of her cringed. She started questioning whether or not she could hurt him.

Sure, he was a hunter. But she felt a connection she hadn't felt with someone since before she turned in a demon.

Standing up, she turned off the lights and walked out the door.

She found herself not wanting to leave Dean completely alone so she leaned against the wall next to the door leading into the room he was kept.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

….

TBC

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