A/N: I don't think I mentioned this before but this takes place a little after Dean makes the deal to get Sam back, but it might not follow everything that went on in the show. I honestly don't know where this story is going so that's all I can say for now. Please review and sorry for taking so long to update but AP's are here and my teachers all decided that they should drown their students with work and projects. But I'm going to try to update sooner.
Disclaimer: I don't have the honor of owning supernatural, unfortunately.
Chapter Three: Don't wake Sleeping Beauty
They laid the still unconscious girl on the bed after Sam ha sneaked her into the motel while Dean distracted the girl working the front desk.
"So what do we do know?" Dean asked while getting a beer from the fridge.
"Just wait. We don't know what happened or who she is. And we can't really ask her now."
"So sleep it is then. Maybe we should take shifts so she doesn't freak out when she wakes up. I mean I don't know about you but I wouldn't be so trusting to two guys in a motel room after be trapped in a factory full of demons." Sam nodded in agreement. "Good, I'll take the first shift" Sam rolled his eyes at his big brother but didn't protest as he fell asleep on the other bed.
Dean drank another sip of his beer and turned the TV on, lowering the volume so he wouldn't wake Sam an the girl. His eyes kept glancing towards the girl wondering what she could have to do with everything. Every once in a while she would mumble something incoherently and then she would be silent again.
Three hours and several coffees later Dean was fighting the urge to close his eyes when he heard a whimper. He looks up to see the girl twitching and whimpering on the bed.
"Hey, it's just a dream." he says as he shakes her shoulders gently. She instantly opens her eyes and gasps when she sees him leaning over her. She kicks him away making him grunt in pain. She jumps off the bed and punches him as he approaches her sending him stumbling a few feet backward. Shock was all over his face at the fact that a girl had that much strength. He takes a few steps forward with his arms extended as she aims a kick to his chest but he catches her leg and twists it making her fall to the floor. She winces in pain as her already injured ribs hit the floor full force. She feels him kneeling over her and brings her knee up hitting him in the stomach.
"Damn it" he grunts as he loses his balance and falls over. She can't see where he is very well because it was dark but from the thud she heard she knows he is sprawled only a foot away. She goes to kick him again when she feels a strong set of arms tackle her to the floor. She groans in pain as she feels pressure against her left leg. She elbows the attacker in the face but he doesn't let go. She thrashes out ignoring the pain it caused and the warm liquid going down her leg. She turns around so she's facing her attacker, making it easier for her to get a few punches in but he isn't as hurt as the other man. He uses her weight to keep her down and she cries out in frustration.
"Let me go you black eyed son of a bitch!" she hisses and knees him in the stomach. He groans but other than that doesn't move.
"We aren't demons" he groans as she aims another punch to his face. She stiffens slightly before relaxing a his hold loosens up.
"Damn you can really throw a punch. Next time I'm not the one who wakes up Sleeping Beauty." the other man mumbles as he walks up to them. He holds his hand out for her but she just stares at it.
She whispers "Christo" and relaxes more at the lack of reaction from either man. Sam loosens his hold on her and gets up after seeing that he wasn't going to attack again.
She takes Dean's hand and he helps her up. "So you aren't demons?" she whispers. They both shake their heads and she sighs in relief. "Where am I?" she asks as she looks around at her surroundings. Her eyes adjust to the darkness and she sees she is in a small room with two beds, a small table and a cheap TV set.
"You're safe. Your in our motel room." She just stares at them, not wanting to believe what they said.
"Safe?" she whispers and they barely hear it. She feels so relieved and scared at the same moment. She never really felt safe before and didn't want it to be a trick where she would just get her hopes up. "no demons?" she asks quietly.
"None. We got rid of those sons of bitches." replies Dean as he looks at her. She looks relieved but on edge at the same time. As soon as those words come out of his mouth she runs up and hugs him. He's frozen, not knowing what to do and patted her back awkwardly. She started to cry as Sam just stared at the odd sight of his brother trying to calm a total stranger.
"thank you thank you thank you" she keeps repeating into deans shirt.
"Uhh no problem" he mumbles, clearly uncomfortable with this reaction, "but you know Sammie over here helped too."
She lets go off Dean and goes to hug Sam. Dean sighs in relief and feels much better that he doesn't have to deal with her sobs because honestly, he has know idea what to do. Sam is much better at the whole emotional stuff than he is.
"Uhh your welcome" he says as he let her cry. A few moments later she stops and steps away from the brothers clearly embarrassed.
"Sorry" she whispers as she wipes the last few tears from her face "but you have no idea what I went through"
Sam walks up to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. "well you're safe now. They can't hurt you anymore" She looks up and he sees a grateful smile on her face.
Sam guides her back to the bed and they sit down. "So what happened?" he asks an he can feel her stiffen.
"I...I.." she stutters fighting back another set of tears. She feels his arms wrap around her and can't stop but think about how safe they feel. "I was tortured for days and" she takes a deep breath trying to calm herself "and saw the most horrible things." She shivers at the memories and shut her eyes right trying to erase the images passing through her mind. All those people dead. All that blood because of her. It was all her fault.
"How long have you been stuck with them?" Dean asks
"I don't really remember how much time passed. What's the date?"
"March 23rd" she shakes her head.
"No I mean the year." She's met with silence. She looks up to see both men string at her opened mouthed.
"Year?" Dean stammers and she nods. "Uhh it's 2008"
They stay quiet as she does the math in her head and gasps when she's done. "I'm 21. Oh my gosh"
"Wait do how long?" Dean asks again and she looks up at him with watery eyes.
"Five years" Sam looks at her with sympathy and pity but Deans face is full of hatred.
"You're telling us that those sons of bitches had you for five years?" she nods weakly and Dean breathes deeply trying to calm himself. Sam wraps his arm around her.
"I'm sorry?" she laughs humorlessly.
"for what? You weren't the one who took me. You didn't kill my parents. You didn't ruin five years of my life by torturing me and-" she stops before she blurts out everything that happens and hopes he didn't notice.
"it's okay you can talk to us" he says trying to comfort her.
"no it's not okay. You have no idea what they did to me! What I had to do to survive! And I don't even know who you are. How am I supposed to talk to two strangers about something that only I lived through? Clearly you guys are hunters but that all I know about you!" she gets up angrily and walks away from Sam till she's on the opposite side of the room.
"You're right" Sam says " I'm Sam and this I my brother Dean." Dean looks up at her in time to see surprise and recognition in her eyes.
"Winchester" she whispers and something about the way she says it puts Dean on alert.
"So you've heard of us" he says walking towards her. She looks up and see the suspicion Dean I trying to hide.
"Who hasn't?" she lies. "you're both famous. But trust me, it's not the fame you want. It's the one that get people killed." she whispers
"We know" Sam whispers and the guilt is clear in his voice.
"but why did the demons want you? Why keep a human for so many years?" Dean asks, hoping to get some answers "Who are you really?"
She avoids looking him in the eye "My name is Rachel and I was the Demons' chew toy for five years" she says bitterly but something about the way she won't look at him tells Dean she's lying.
"That's not everything. Why keep you for so many years? Why not just kill you and get someone else to torture?" he asks and notices her flinch at the word kill.
"Because I was weak and they had fun knowing I was scared of them. Especially the two in charge. I'll never forget their eyes." she shivers and looks back up at them.
"Their eyes? What's the difference in demons?"
"You know. Not all demons are the same. And one of them had yellow eyes. You both know how tricky he can get when he wants something." she takes their silence as a confirmation. "I guess I really should thank you for killing him, but that didn't change the other one "
Dean's the first one to put himself together. "does he have yellow eyes too?" he asks
"No, they were black. A never ending black just like the torture. Like that wasn't scary enough, but then you could see sick happiness everyone he sliced me open and that was terrifying." she whispers and winces as she remembers the painful hours of torture she went through.
Dean just stares at the girl in front of him, she didn't deserve what she lived through.
"What I want to know is what happened at Charles' place?" Sam asks interrupting Deans thoughts. Rachel pales and she looks back down to the floor. "I...I don't remember. All I remember is getting attacked by the demons an then he stopped them. His face was the last thing I saw before I blacked out. Next thing I know I'm in that factory getting tortured again."
Sam gives her shoulder a squeeze and she feels his warmth warm her. She gives him a small smile to show her appreciation and his heart tightens slightly. She really was beautiful and it angered him that someone like her had to suffer for so long.
The silence is interrupted by Rachel's stomach grumbling. She blushes an mutters "Sorry"
"You hungry?" Dean asks and his face eager. Rachel nods her head slightly and Dean gets up. "well so am I, I'll go grab us something to eat." He grabs his keys and jacket before leaving the room.
Rachel tries to sit on the bed closest to her but collapses when she feels the pain all over. Sam rushes to help her and she winces when she feels his hands on her waist. Yep she was definitely hurt bad.
"Here let's get you cleaned up." apparently Sam was thinking the same thing. "Oh and you were bleeding a lot so we had to stitch you up while you were unconscious or you would've bleed out. " Rachel nods her head trying to ignore the blush that is creeping towards her cheeks. Where exactly had they stitched? He helps her to the bathroom and winces every time she steps with her left leg, guess they missed a spot.
They reach the bathroom and Rachel freezes at the sight of her reflection. Her hair is full of dirt and blood. Her face's covered in scratches and bruises. As she continues to look down she keeps seeing more bruises and scratches. She pulls her shirt up slightly to figure out where the source of blood was that had completely covered her shirt. She gasps at the sight of a stitched up cut across her ribs and big bruises across the rest of her body. She looks back up at her face and sees all the dried blood. How could she have so much blood on the outside of her body and still be living. Her knees start to buckle and Sam catches her right before she hits the floor. Sam's face shows worry and pity as he pulls her over to the sink so she can wash the blood off her face.
"I'm never going to be able to get this all off. I have to shower." Sam nods and helps her into the shower. He tries to let her go so she can undress but she loses her balance and he has to catch her again. Instead he holds her up with one arm and turns around as she undresses. Rachel puts all her weight on Sam as she showers. She looks down at the tub and starts crying at the sight of the red water. All her life she's seen blood spilt because of her and now here was hers. She deserved it.
"Everything okay Rachel?" Sam asks and she sniffs. "yeah" she says shakily. A few minutes later Sam hears the water go off and he reaches for a towel. He gives her the towel and she comes out of the shower, still being held up by Sam. He gasps at the sight of her body full of bruises and cuts. The demons really didn't hold back on her.
Rachel sees Sam eyes full of pity scanning her injuries and she feels disgusted. Who cares about her. After everything she's done she deserves worse. She looks away from Sam and sits down as she feels her knees weakening.
All the memories start flooding back and before she knows it she's throwing up in the toilet and tears are rolling down her face. She feels Sam kneeling next to her patting her back.
"It's okay. Everything is fine now." but that only made her more upset because nothing was fine. She was still herself and that was anything but fine.
"I brought food!" she hears Dean yell from outside and she slowly tried to get up. Sam helps her up and she holds onto him, not trusting her knees to hold her up. He leads her to the sink so she can wash her face and Dean bursts in.
"Hey I brought the-" He stands at the door taking in the sight of his brother holding Rachel's bare arms by the sink and who was only covered by a short towel. "Uhh, I'll just be outside." he awkwardly walks out and closes the door behind him.
She blushes and let's her hair fall in her face to cover it. "I should change?" she says questioningly, not sure what she should do know. Sam nods and turns around to hide the blush creeping up his face too.
"I'll get you some spare clothes, just sit down " he helps her sit and walks out.
"Soo... You making a move on Rachel while she's down. That's wrong man but guess you have to get it someway or another." Sam just glares at Dean and rolls his eyes.
"Please. Like you can lecture me on what's right or wrong. Besides I wasn't gonna leave her alone so she could break down again or fall and break something else. She's in a worse state than we thought." he says as he rummages through his duffel in search for a shirt. "hey do you have sweat pants or something she can use?"
"Yeah. I doubt she'd fit in your gigantic pants." he smirks and tosses a pair of pants at his brother.
Sam walks back tithe bathroom and sees Rachel paler than before, staring at her hands.
"Hey got you some decently sized clothes." she holds out her trembling hand and Sam reaches out to hold it steady. "Hey it's okay. Your safe. No one is going to hurt you anymore."
"But no one saved them." she whispers and shuts her eyes tight so she can close out the images of everyone who had been killed because of her. Dead and tortured because of her.
Sam squeezes her hand and gives her the clothes. He turns around so she can get dressed.
"I think I need stitches." Sam turns around to see what she means and sees a big gash on her leg.
"Yeah you do. Let's get you outside so we can stitch you up." he holds her up as she hops to the bed. Dean gets the first aid kit and hands it to Sam. He hands Rachel a beer and says "this might hurt a little"
She nods and takes the beer but places it on the table next to her. She rolls her pants up which takes a while because the pants are so long on her petit frame. She feels the needle go into her skin but doesn't even flinch as Dean looks surprised.
"Guess not." he mutters and goes to get his burger from the bag of food he bought. Sam finishes quickly which was great for her because just at that money her stomach chose to rumble. Sam smiles at her and goes to get her food.
Her mouth waters when she sees a burger and fries waiting for her. He opens the wrapping viciously and takes a huge bite. She moans in happiness and quickly takes another bite. In seconds she devours it and moves onto the fries. When she finishes she looks up wondering why the room went so quiet and meets the shocked face of the two brothers.
"What?" she asks and fidgets under their states.
"You...you...damn" is all Dean can say.
"What he meant to say was wow. You really were hungry. You ate that faster than Dean does and he devours those things." he laughs awkwardly and she just smiles.
"I haven't had a burger since I was ten." she looks up to see Deans even more shocked face. "I was a vegetarian but now I plan on enjoying life and all it's... Gifts. And that includes food, lots of it." Dean let's out a sigh of relief when he realizes she's giving up her weird lifestyle.
All of a sudden they hear a knock on the door. Sam and Dean pull out their guns and go to open the door. Rachel feels Goosebumps all over her arms and gasps. They found her, she thinks.
"Stop. Don't open the door." They turn to look at her, both confused. "There's a demon behind that door and I'm pretty sure guns won't work on her." They both look at each other and Dean grabs the demon knife he had placed on the table. Sam stands behind the door to open it while Dean get ready to attack.
Sam opens the door but Rachel still can't see the demon. She tenses ready to fight if the demon gets past him. She waits for Dean to move but he doesn't.
"Ah crap!"
