I was writing Elytra and the Winchesters. But currently I'm experiencing major writer's block so I decided to take up a new story. Hope you like

By the way I don't own Sam and Dean

I laid down on the bed after Sam left and tried to take everything in. First of all I was with Sam and Dean Winchester. How many people can say that they've experienced the same? Especially when they are supposed to be fictional characters, as in, not real. Not many I would guess, but hey who was I to say. Second of all I was unable to utter a single word. Now this was maybe the most shocking detail of all. I wasn't used to this. Wherever I was from, I was able to talk my whole life except for that first year of infancy. Third of all and maybe the most upsetting thing was that I had woken up in an unfamiliar room with no recollection of getting there and no idea how to get back.

I rubbed a hand of my face and hair and found that my short blonde locks were still damp from being drenched in water. Twice. Whatever though, I was over it. Come to think of, that first bout of water had to have been Holy Water. At least they were thorough. I turned my head to the side when I heard the motel room door open. I saw Dean step into the room and walk over to his duffel. Apparently he was going to ignore me because he didn't even look my way. With his back turned to me I stood up and approached him. He nearly jumped out of his pants when I laid a hand on his forearm. I raised an eyebrow at him as he glared at me. He gave me an exasperated sigh before turning back to whatever he was doing.

"What do you want?" He asked me not taking his attention away from his bag. I tapped his cheek with my finger and pointed to the bathroom. He saw where I was motioning to and frowned. "You need help going pee?" I stared at him with my hands on my hips. Was he dense? I shook my head and mouthed shower to him. At first he couldn't figure out what I was trying to tell him, but after three or four tries he finally got it.

"Oh ok, yeah go ahead and take a shower. Sam and I have already taken our showers. You're good to go." He told me. I nodded and laid my hand on his shoulder in a gesture that said 'Thank you'. "Yeah, yeah no problem." He said and went back to his bag. I sighed, I was going to have my work cut out for me with Dean. Sam too probably. Sam seemed fine earlier, but I'm not sure if he felt the same way now after I wouldn't tell him about what he wanted to know.

I walked over to "my" bed and grabbed my toiletries and my clothes before heading into the bathroom. I was still wondering about that. It seemed extremely coincidental that everything and I mean everything I would need was on my bed. Even my iPod and my laptop were on the bed. Oh well, I was just lucky I guess. For the time being I wasn't worried how I had gotten here. I had basically nothing to lose in my world or whatever and being here with Sam and Dean seemed like as good an option as any. It did worry me though that I had no memory of getting here, the how wasn't important, but it seemed as though I might have woken up if I was being transported through space. I shrugged as I set my stuff down on the bathroom vanity. It really wasn't that bad compared to some of the motels the Winchesters had stayed at. It was clean and not too old. Maybe they decided to upgrade.

I took my shower, making sure to get all of the tangles out of my short curly blonde hair and I wrapped a towel around me when I was done. I brushed my teeth and put some makeup on before getting dressed. I put on some deodorant and I dressed in skinny jeans, biker boots, a studded tank top and my favorite black leather jacket. I didn't really have to do anything with my since it was almost dry so I spritzed on some perfume before gathering my things and making my way out of the bathroom.

I dropped my things on the bed and saw that both Sam and Dean were gone. I saw a note on the other bed and went to grab it. I snatched it up and read it before throwing it in the trash can. It said 'Going out for a while. DON'T leave the room.' I huffed and wrote a note of my own before grabbing my purse and leaving the motel. I walked a couple of blocks before I found a bar. I walked in and then realized that I would have no way to communicate with the bartender. I guess I would figure it out. I went and sat at the bar.

"What can I get ya?" The man behind the bar asked me. I looked around and spotted a napkin. I grabbed it and pulled out a pen. 'Just a beer' I wrote and slid it for him to see. He nodded and grabbed me one. I smiled my thanks and then I turned around to take in my surroundings. I saw a pool table and a dart board with various people at them. Then I looked around some more and saw an old fashioned juke box. I started walking towards it. I could go for some mullet rock right then, but it wasn't meant to be. I looked up when I heard the door open. In walked a tall, well built man. He was wearing a black Stetson and his best cowboy boots, he was obviously dressed to impress. He looked to be in his later twenties and as soon as he spotted me he made his way over. I cringed and pretended not to see him hoping that he would forget about me. He didn't. He kept up his trek towards me and stopped when he reached my side.

"Pick somethin' good sweetheart." He gave me a smirk. I inwardly groaned and tried to ignore him. He was persistent though and would not quit talking to me. Finally when he didn't get the clue that I wasn't interested I gave up on the juke box and walked away. Tried to at least, but he grabbed my arm roughly before I could get anywhere. He yanked me back harshly and I came face to face with him. I glared and saw an evil glint in his eye. I glared and tried to pull away, but my 5'4" frame was no match for his over six foot body. Not to mention at least forty pounds he outweighed me.

"Don't make a fuss and I won't hurt you." He whispered rudely into my ear. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't able to call for help and my struggling was useless. I thought briefly about somehow calling Sam or Dean, but realized that wouldn't work seeing as how I didn't have their numbers.

The man pulled me out of the bar and around the side to the alleyway. He pinned me up against the wall and started kissing me brutally. I managed a punch to the side of his head, but it didn't do any good. It only made him angrier. He yanked on my hair and my face scrunched up. It must have looked like I was going to cry out, but when it never came he finally understood. I wouldn't be able to call for help and that was just the way he wanted it.

"Poor thing, can't talk. That's too bad. Maybe as I'm fucking you, you'll scream my name." He said cockily and then laughed cruelly in my ear. He started biting my neck and I was able to get one leg free. I kneed him in the crotch, but it was to no avail. I didn't make a hard enough impact and now he was just pissed.

"You bitch!" He yelled and shoved one of his knees between my legs. I whimpered in pain though no sound came out. He grabbed me by the throat and slammed my head against the wall. As I lost consciousness I heard shouts then sounds of skin hitting skin. I sank to the ground and passed out.

Next chapter will be Dean's and Sam's point of view on and off. Thanks for reading. REVIEW!